Fallen Angels – Black Veil Brides

My eldest testosterone carrier (Jonathan) listens to some pretty awful music – at least I think so. He likes what I call “screamo” music. They scream the lyrics to the song and you can’t understand a flipping thing they are singing about – which is probably why he’s constantly on the computer looking up lyrics to songs because even HE can’t understand what they are yammering about. Sigh…music sure has changed a lot from when I was growing up. I guess my parents felt the same way about groups such as Def Leppard, Poison, Ratt … you get the idea. Suppose it is a generation gap thing. However, there is one song that he listens to all the time that I really like – so much so that (sssh, don’t tell him!) I actually downloaded myself to listen to on my iPod.

Black Veil Brides: Fallen Angel – Songwriters: Jeremy Ferguson, Ashley Purdy, Luke Walker, Joshua Abraham, Andrew Biersack

Scream, shout, scream, shout
We are the fallen angels

We are the in between
Cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning
On this world we’re torn

We won’t cause the pain
Of living out their law
Take joy in who you are
We know our wings are flawed

We’re bored to death in heaven
And down alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves

We scream, we shout
We are the fallen angels
We scream, we shout, whoa, whoa
To those who sing alone
No need to feel this sorrow
We scream, we shout, whoa
We are the fallen angels

Follow the morning star
A land where darkness failed
The passion left unholy
Now you found yourself

We have nowhere to go
No one to wish us well
A cry to find our home
Our stories they will tell

We’re bored to death in heaven
And down alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves

We scream, we shout
We are the fallen angels
We scream, we shout, whoa, whoa
To those who sing alone
No need to feel this sorrow
We scream, we shout, whoa
We are the fallen angels

Scream, shout
We are the fallen angels
Scream, shout, whoa, whoa

We scream, we shout
We are the fallen angels
We scream, we shout, whoa, whoa
To those who sing alone
No need to feel this sorrow
We scream, we shout, whoa
We are the fallen angels

We scream, we shout
We are the fallen angels
We scream, we shout, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We shout, whoa
We are the fallen angels

Makes you think, doesn’t it? I mean, after all, each of us are fallen angels, just trying to be ourselves in this crazy world, to find our identity, to have our voices heard.

I guess the kid’s music isn’t all that crazy. I might be able to bridge the generation gap with him after all. I still can’t handle the screamo though. I like to be able to understand what I’m listening to and not have it make my ears bleed, ya know?

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