If I wanted to know Who you were hanging with While I was gone, I would've asked you It's the kind of cold Fogs up windshield glass But I felt it when I passed you There's an ache in you Put there by the ache in me But if it's all the same to you It's the same to me So we could call it even You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm staying at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown I parked my car Right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours The holidays linger like bad perfume You can run but only so far I escaped it too Remember how you watched me leave But if it's okay with you It's okay with me We could call it even You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm staying at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies Messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown Sleep in half the day Just for old times' sake I won't ask you to wait If you don't ask me to stay So I'll go back to LA And the so-called friends who'll write books about me if I ever make it And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking And the heart I know I'm breaking is my own To leave the warmest bed I've ever known We could call it even Even though I'm leaving And I'll be yours for the weekend 'Tis the damn season We could call it even You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm staying at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies Messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown It always leads to you and my hometown
Thank you! I’m listening to Ringer Dish’s Every Album Taylor Swift and they mentioned how Aaron Dessner thought it would only ever be an instrumental piece. So, I wanted to know....
*["’tis the damn season" Lyrics with Taylor Swift]* [Verse 1] If I wanted to know who you were hanging with While I was gone, I would've asked you It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass But I felt it when I passed you There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me But if it's all the same to you It's the same to me [Chorus] So we could call it even You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown [Verse 2] I parked my car right between the Methodist And the school that used to be ours The holidays linger like bad perfume You can run, but only so far I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me [Chorus] We could call it even You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown [Bridge] Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends Who'll write books about me if I ever make it And wonder about the only soul Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin' And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own To leave the warmest bed I've ever known We could call it even Even though I'm leaving And I'll be yours for the weekend 'Tis the damn season [Chorus] We could call it even You could call me "babe" for the weekend 'Tis the damn season, write this down I'm stayin' at my parents' house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown [Outro] It always leads to you and my hometown
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with While I was gone, I would have asked you It’s the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass But I felt it when I passed you There’s an ache in you, put there by the ache in me But if it’s all the same to you It’s the same to me So we could call it even You could call me “babe” for the weekend ’Tis the damn season, write this down I’m stayin’ at my parents’ house And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown I parkеd my car right between the Methodist And thе school that used to be ours The holidays linger like bad perfume You can run, but only so far I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave But if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me We could call it even You could call me “babe” for the weekend ’Tis the damn season, write this down I’m stayin’ at my parents’ house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown Sleep in half the day just for old times’ sake I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay So I’ll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends Who’ll write books about me, if I ever make it And wonder about the only soul Who can tell which smiles I’m fakin’ And the heart I know I’m breakin’ is my own To leave the warmest bed I’ve ever known We could call it even Even though I’m leavin’ And I’ll be yours for the weekend ’Tis the damn season...We could call it even You could call me “babe” for the weekend ’Tis the damn season, write this down I’m stayin’ at my parents’ house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown And it always leads to you and my hometown...
Ricky - Engcobo (The Green Place by the Stream) At 13 My voice just broke and my boyfriend had a fake tattoo of Backstreet Boys He was older and smelled like cigarettes... At 14 He turned me against my own mother And left me black and blue and drove me home in his old truck The kind of love you never see on the internet At 15, left the city, settled in with my cousin A timid gay teen in a small town had to toughen I cried myself to sleep each night Cause for the first time, everything felt right But I still had a girlfriend that I didn't like And a boy I thought about too often... At 16 Both feet were out of the closet, one I thought I never should have been in My mom took me to all the priests in the city (scoff) At 17 I was depressed, heading to a college I never thought I'd get in At 18 I was too afraid to love again At 15, left the city, settled in with my cousin A timid gay teen in a small town had to toughen I cried myself to sleep each night Cause for the first time, everything felt right... At 15, I took a knife and my cousin didn't stop me I broke up with my girl cause I knew who I was in love with I cried myself to sleep each night Cause for the first time, everything felt right But I still had a life that I didn't like And I boy I talked about too often... And the boy lost his parents and his sister and has been in an asylum eversince He never healed from the pain cause I left him on the day of the painful instance ...I never loved again, to this very day, to this instant ...I'm 21 now, and no one's landed me a hand of assistance But at 15, I had everything and nothing At 15, I had everything and nothing 15... 15... 15... At 15, left the city, settled in with my cousin A timid gay teen in a small town had to toughen I cried myself to sleep each night Cause for the first time, everything felt right... At 15, I took a knife and my cousin didn't stop me I broke up with my girl cause I knew who I was in love with I cried myself to sleep each night Cause for the first time, everything felt right But I still had a life that I didn't like And I boy I talked about too often... But I still had a life I didn't like And a boy I think about too often... [I wrote this song in two days, to this instrumental. I titled it 'Engcobo (means: A Green Place by the Stream)', which is a small town I moved into with my cousin during an abusive relationship by my boyfriend of 3 years. The day I broke up with him, his parents and his sister were involved in a tragic car accident. His friends told me that he had voluntarily admitted himself to an asylum and hadn't left since. I had never fallen in love again ever since.]
If I wanted to know
Who you were hanging with
While I was gone, I would've asked you
It's the kind of cold
Fogs up windshield glass
But I felt it when I passed you
There's an ache in you
Put there by the ache in me
But if it's all the same to you
It's the same to me
So we could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season, write this down
I'm staying at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you and my hometown
I parked my car
Right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours
The holidays linger like bad perfume
You can run but only so far
I escaped it too
Remember how you watched me leave
But if it's okay with you
It's okay with me
We could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season, write this down
I'm staying at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now
Time flies
Messy as the mud on your truck tires
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
We could just ride around
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you and my hometown
Sleep in half the day
Just for old times' sake
I won't ask you to wait
If you don't ask me to stay
So I'll go back to LA
And the so-called friends who'll write books about me if I ever make it
And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking
And the heart I know I'm breaking is my own
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
We could call it even
Even though I'm leaving
And I'll be yours for the weekend
'Tis the damn season
We could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season, write this down
I'm staying at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now
Time flies
Messy as the mud on your truck tires
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
We could just ride around
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you and my hometown
It always leads to you and my hometown
when the beat drops at the second chorus >>>>>>>>>>
Goosebumps every single time i swear
@@cristian-edwardstefan2514 that is IT!!!
thank you so much!!
I really love this
Thank you! I’m listening to Ringer Dish’s Every Album Taylor Swift and they mentioned how Aaron Dessner thought it would only ever be an instrumental piece. So, I wanted to know....
*["’tis the damn season" Lyrics with Taylor Swift]*
[Verse 1]
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with
While I was gone, I would've asked you
It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass
But I felt it when I passed you
There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me
But if it's all the same to you
It's the same to me
[Chorus]
So we could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season, write this down
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you and my hometown
[Verse 2]
I parked my car right between the Methodist
And the school that used to be ours
The holidays linger like bad perfume
You can run, but only so far
I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave
But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me
[Chorus]
We could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season, write this down
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
We could just ride around
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you and my hometown
[Bridge]
Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake
I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay
So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends
Who'll write books about me if I ever make it
And wonder about the only soul
Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'
And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own
To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
We could call it even
Even though I'm leaving
And I'll be yours for the weekend
'Tis the damn season
[Chorus]
We could call it even
You could call me "babe" for the weekend
'Tis the damn season, write this down
I'm stayin' at my parents' house
And the road not taken looks real good now
Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
We could just ride around
And the road not taken looks real good now
And it always leads to you and my hometown
[Outro]
It always leads to you and my hometown
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with While I was gone, I would have asked you It’s the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass But I felt it when I passed you There’s an ache in you, put there by the ache in me But if it’s all the same to you It’s the same to me So we could call it even You could call me “babe” for the weekend ’Tis the damn season, write this down I’m stayin’ at my parents’ house And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown I parkеd my car right between the Methodist And thе school that used to be ours The holidays linger like bad perfume You can run, but only so far I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave But if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me We could call it even You could call me “babe” for the weekend ’Tis the damn season, write this down I’m stayin’ at my parents’ house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown Sleep in half the day just for old times’ sake I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay So I’ll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends Who’ll write books about me, if I ever make it And wonder about the only soul Who can tell which smiles I’m fakin’ And the heart I know I’m breakin’ is my own To leave the warmest bed I’ve ever known We could call it even Even though I’m leavin’ And I’ll be yours for the weekend ’Tis the damn season...We could call it even You could call me “babe” for the weekend ’Tis the damn season, write this down I’m stayin’ at my parents’ house And the road not taken looks real good now Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out We could just ride around And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown And it always leads to you and my hometown...
October 31 2024
Ricky - Engcobo (The Green Place by the Stream)
At 13
My voice just broke and my boyfriend had a fake tattoo of Backstreet Boys
He was older and smelled like cigarettes...
At 14
He turned me against my own mother
And left me black and blue and drove me home in his old truck
The kind of love you never see on the internet
At 15, left the city, settled in with my cousin
A timid gay teen in a small town had to toughen
I cried myself to sleep each night
Cause for the first time, everything felt right
But I still had a girlfriend that I didn't like
And a boy I thought about too often...
At 16
Both feet were out of the closet, one I thought I never should have been in
My mom took me to all the priests in the city (scoff)
At 17
I was depressed, heading to a college I never thought I'd get in
At 18
I was too afraid to love again
At 15, left the city, settled in with my cousin
A timid gay teen in a small town had to toughen
I cried myself to sleep each night
Cause for the first time, everything felt right...
At 15, I took a knife and my cousin didn't stop me
I broke up with my girl cause I knew who I was in love with
I cried myself to sleep each night
Cause for the first time, everything felt right
But I still had a life that I didn't like
And I boy I talked about too often...
And the boy lost his parents and his sister and has been in an asylum eversince
He never healed from the pain cause I left him on the day of the painful instance
...I never loved again, to this very day, to this instant
...I'm 21 now, and no one's landed me a hand of assistance
But at 15, I had everything and nothing
At 15, I had everything and nothing
15...
15...
15...
At 15, left the city, settled in with my cousin
A timid gay teen in a small town had to toughen
I cried myself to sleep each night
Cause for the first time, everything felt right...
At 15, I took a knife and my cousin didn't stop me
I broke up with my girl cause I knew who I was in love with
I cried myself to sleep each night
Cause for the first time, everything felt right
But I still had a life that I didn't like
And I boy I talked about too often...
But I still had a life I didn't like
And a boy I think about too often...
[I wrote this song in two days, to this instrumental. I titled it 'Engcobo (means: A Green Place by the Stream)', which is a small town I moved into with my cousin during an abusive relationship by my boyfriend of 3 years. The day I broke up with him, his parents and his sister were involved in a tragic car accident. His friends told me that he had voluntarily admitted himself to an asylum and hadn't left since. I had never fallen in love again ever since.]
this is gorgeous and so poetic❤️