Представляем точный текст композиции "His Bedroom Door" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Hollis Wake (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «His Bedroom Door» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Hollis Wake (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Hollis Wake (The) - "His Bedroom Door"
Lyrics to His Bedroom Door : The Hollis wake was on Saturday, in the house where he grew up. Downstairs, people were laughing; upstairs, his bedroom door was closed. No one ate the pat'; one of the pallbearers threw up. I think it was his cousin, the one who asked us if we had any dope. I think it was snowing that day, when I read my name on his suicide note. I couldnt breathe anymore. I couldnt be there anymore. I heard the news on Wednesday, a mile from the house we shared last year. Id forgotten what he looked like, but could hear his voice like he was still here. He called it quits on Tuesday, outside the house where he grew up. No one was home. He was alone, and upstairs his bedroom door was closed. I think it was snowing that day; maybe the cold made him lose all hope. He wasnt breathing anymore. He couldnt be here anymore. This Hollis wake cant bring him back on a Saturday. Its just microbrews and expensive catered food. Id smile more at the memory of him yesterday, but its snowing, and Im cold, and Im just not in the mood. [ His Bedroom Door Lyrics ]
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