Finally, "Now all those precious moments" shouldn't have the word all in it, as it isn't present. Next, "We read all our stories" should be "We wrote our story". The first was two mistakes in this verse below:
To make sure i don't bug you again, I will point them out. In the beginning, I thought there were some mistakes, but this is one of those songs where it could sound like a few different things, but towards the ends it was clear to hear the mistakes. Sorry to criticize, but that's what I do here to help others fix lyrics.
In the narrative of the podcast, this occurs at the end of the second episode subsequent episodes deal with the fallout from McLemore's death while exploring more of McLemore's life & character.I do see the changes, and it makes it better, and thank you, but towards the end, there are still some errors. McLemore killed himself by drinking potassium cyanide on Jwhile the podcast was still in production. He recorded conversations with McLemore & other people in Woodstock. Reed investigated the crime & eventually found that no such murder took place, though he struck up a friendship with the depressed but colorful character of McLemore. After a year of exchanging emails & several months of conversation with McLemore, producer Brian Reed traveled to Woodstock to investigate. McLemore sent an email to the staff of the show 'This American Life' asking them to investigate an alleged murder in his hometown of Woodstock, Alabama, a place McLemore claimed to despise. Matt also comments specifically on the lyrics: "I decided that the lyrics would shadow McLemore's life." In 2012, antiquarian horologist John B.
Watching the initial trailers for the game & looking at production sketches reminded him of the 'S-Town' podcast & its main protagonist, John B. Matt Shadows their lead singer says the song was written as per request from the developers of Call of Duty: Black Ops 4. But Johnny depp is a malignant narcissist, a man, and wealthy as all get out. Vilified and not believed, regardless of what any abuse survivor could recognize as a fellow survivor instantly. While the last thing survivors need is more blame, our society supports a narrative that blames the objectively innocent party because the blatantly guilty party has spent their entire lives fabricating a persona and we’re just being human, and human psychology is quite counterintuitive especially in the context of trauma. Never actually understand, even if they try, because all they see is you, on fire, screaming about the arsonist that no one ever sees, and who has been spreading lies about your alleged mental instability, deceptive personality, etc. Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships.
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