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    That's right, it's a new effsod thread, or Friday Song Of the Day for those who may not be familiar with this custom.

    I suppose that I could have also posted this in the morning commute thread, but since it's Friday...well...an FOSD thread seemed appropriate.

    My song today is Lesson Learned off of Ray Lamontagne's album Till the Sun Turns Black. This song just hammers home to me what a great songwriter this man is. The lyrics are simple yet poetic. The phrasing of the sentences is just beautiful. I especially love the last verse and the way that he interjects the thought "now looking back it seems surreal". The melody is simple but emotional. I repeated this song four times on the drive into work this morning. This is the kind of song that I listen to and think, "damn I wish that I could write like this!"

    Well the truth it fell so heavy
    Like a hammer through the room
    That I could choose another over her
    You always said I was an actor, baby
    Guess in truth you thought me just amateur

    That you never saw the signs
    That you never lost your grip
    Oh, come on now
    That's such a childish claim
    Now I wear the brand of traitor
    Don't it seem a bit absurd
    When it's clear I was so obviously framed
    When it's clear I was so obviously framed

    Now you act so surprised
    To hear what you already know
    And all you really had to do was ask
    I'd have told you straight away
    All those lies were truth
    And all that was false was fact

    Now you hold me close and hard
    But I was like a statue at most
    Refusing to acknowledge you'd been hurt
    Now you're clawing at my throat
    And you're crying all is lost
    But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt
    But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt

    Well the truth it fell so heavy
    Like a hammer through the room
    That I could choose another over her
    You always said I was an actor, baby
    Guess in truth you thought me just amateur

    Was it you who told me once
    Now looking back it seems surreal
    That all our mistakes are merely grist for the mill
    So why is it now after I had my fill
    Would you steal from me the sorrow that I've earned
    Shall we call this a lesson learned?
    Shall we call this a lesson learned?
    Last edited by ForeverAutumn; 09-19-2008 at 07:51 AM.

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