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Yungblud – The Underrated Youth

Yang crunchy, kenyal, gurih, enak, unik dan nagih terus dimakan kaya dimsum atau ciki ya mini album baru Yungblud yang satu ini, EP berjudul The Underrated Youth. 6 lagu beda-beda rasa tapi satu identitas dalam artian jelas karakternya.

Bisa dibilang musik yang dibuat Yungblud adalah terobosan dalam melabrak berbagai jenis genre. Sudah tak penting apakah itu Rock / Pop / Hip-Hop atau RnB asalkan bisa bersama-sama menikmatinya maka genre tak lagi menjadi soal.

Inilah apa yang dimaknai oleh Yungblud tentang kebersamaan. Karenanya EP yang diberi judul The Underrated Youth dimaksudkan bahwa stigma lama seharusnya sudah bukan jamannya lagi.

Mengutip apa yang dikatakan Sujiwo Tedjo, hal seperti ujian masuk Universitas misalnya adalah salah bila hanya menerima mereka yang pintar saja. Lantas bagaimana mendidik mereka yang mau belajar akan tetapi memang hanya kurang arahan?

Arahan, adalah kunci utama dalam membina para pemuda. Bukan cacian, ujaran kebencian atau represi terhadap kelakukan mereka yang salah, melainkan mengarahkan fokus yang kurang dan mengajari kontrol emosi yang meledak-ledak untuk diluapkan pada hal yang tepat.

Bagaimana mau belajar bila mereka tak boleh salah, karena dari kesalahan ada pelajaran untuk memperbaikinya bukan?

Satuju?


Lirik Yungblud Album The Underrated

braindead!
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead

You lock me out, you lock me in
You smote my soul and I can’t win
It’s over now before it begins
Just suck this salt to cleanse your sins
If I can’t speak about the things
That make me sad, then I am weak
But I’m not strong either
I’m just a kid with a cold pretendin’ it’s a fever

I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead

The mystery is not that hard
When you can read between the bars
Tongue trip’s over your fickle cheek
With the lies you tell and the shit you speak
I think you should clean your teeth
With guilty truths and liar’s bleach
Adjusting the lighting
So I can’t see the scars on your face fucking hiding

They find it hard to love you, no matter what they say
They’re tryna get above you while laughing in your face
They find it hard to love you, no matter what they say
They’re tryna get above you while laughing in your face

I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead
I just wanna be pretty brain-dead

parents
Blah!

I was born in a messed up century
My favourite flavoured sweets are raspberry amphetamines
I bought a carburettor, age 16
I brush my teeth with bleach ’cause I ain’t got time for cavities
My daddy put a gun to my head
Said, “If you kiss a boy, I’m gonna shoot you dead”
So I tied him up with gaffer tape and I locked him in a shed
Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend

‘Cause my high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried, I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I’ll never be alone
It’s alright, we’ll survive
‘Cause parents ain’t always right

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Threw a toaster in my bath, watch my mum and dad laugh
See a thousand volts go through the son they wish they never had
They told me casual affection leads to sexual infection
But it’s hard to get an erection when you’re so used to rejection
Yeah, the teacher fucked the preacher
But then he had to leave her
Had to wash away the sins of a male cheerleader
“Hi, nice to meet ya,” got nothing to believe in
So let me know when my breathing stops

‘Cause my high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried, I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I’ll never be alone
It’s alright, we’ll survive
‘Cause parents ain’t always right

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Tick, tock, stop the clock
Because I get the feeling that I’m gonna get shot
Tick, tock, stop the clock
Because I get the feeling that I’m gonna get shot

My high hopes are getting low
Because these people are so old
The way they think about it all
If I tried, I would never know
My high hopes are getting low
But I know I’ll never be alone
It’s alright, we’ll survive
‘Cause parents ain’t always right

I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I-I-I

original me
Yeah

YUNGBLUD, Dan Reynolds & Both:
I’m so sick of me, wake up and hate to breathe
And I pride myself in that, so dramatic, I’ll admit
I’m so typical, my life ain’t difficult
But I’m so caught up in it, just a lowlife, I’ll admit
I’m self-critical, a tryhard original
Oh, I pride myself on that, such a loser, I’ll admit

YUNGBLUD with Dan Reynolds:
And I ask myself, when my time will come
Will I run away, will I run away?

YUNGBLUD & Dan Reynolds:
I’m the original loser
Some days, I wish I’s anyone else
I’m the original loser
Some days, I wish I’s anyone else

YUNGBLUD, Dan Reynolds & Both:
I’m so paranoid, most people I avoid
Not seeking sympathy (Nah), I just want out of this (Hey)
Hide under an umbrella (Yeah)
And try to shelter myself from the rain
Try to stop my head from goin’ insane
Counting down all the days
I swear that there’s a bright side too
Being alone outside, they
Cannot suffocate me when they
Cannot fucking chase me out (Ayy)
Anagram all of the letters
They’re tellin’ me that I’m gonna be fine
I climb the walls inside of my mind
Piece ’em together and jump off the sides
I might be alone tonight
If I try to stay alive and realise
I’m going blind

YUNGBLUD & Dan Reynolds:
(Congratulations) I’m the original loser
Some days, I wish I’s anyone else
(Congratulations) I’m the original loser
Some days, I wish I’s anyone else

YUNGBLUD & Dan Reynolds:
Don’t let ’em change your mind
Don’t let ’em change your mind (Ooh)
Don’t let ’em waste your time
Don’t let ’em waste your time (Someone save me)
Don’t let ’em change your mind
Don’t let ’em change your mind (Loser, fuck)
Don’t let ’em waste your time
Don’t let ’em waste your time
Yeah
Don’t let ’em waste your time

YUNGBLUD & Dan Reynolds, Dan Reynolds:
I’m the original loser (Congratulations)
Some days, I wish I’s anyone else (Loser)

casual sabotage
Hiding here in camouflage
When they said that they want me
You love me, you need me
Call it casual sabotage
You think that it’s easy

I’m tryna get to sleep with the lights on
‘Cause I am confused and I’m frightened
I’m tryna get to sleep with the lights on
I don’t understand this on my own

I’m just a messed up kid
With sewn up lips
I can’t take this shit
I need to exist

Sittin’, staring at my watch
I can’t tell if it’s morning or midday or evening
The pressure got my head in knots
I don’t always deceive it

I’m tryna get to sleep with the lights on
‘Cause I am confused and I’m frightened
I’m tryna get to sleep with the lights on
I don’t understand this on my own (I don’t understand this on my own)

I’m just a messed up kid
With sewn up lips
I can’t take this shit
I need to exist

Burn me down till we’re nothin’ but enemies
And shut me out till we’re nothin’ but friends
Burn me out till we’re nothin’ but enemies (Enemies, enemies)
And shut me out till we’re nothing but friends (Friends)

I’m just a messed up kid (I won’t ever hide alone)
With sewn up lips (She took my heart and cut it out)
I can’t take this shit (Breakin’ for the two of us)
I need to exist (Broken until there’s only dust)

hope for the underrated youth
If I left today, would you wait for me
Or would you throw us all away like the magazines say?
Should I go right away? Cut all of my hair off
And change my second name from a juvenile state?

And just take my heart out, that’ll make it better
I won’t be sorry, better late than never
Just take my heart out, that’ll make it better
Hidin’ all my feelings, but I know that I’m not dreaming

‘Cause there’s hope for the underrated youth
And I’m so far from telling you the truth
‘Cause you keep on pulling me down, pulling me down, pulling me down
Yeah, there’s hope for the underrated youth

Every day is an episode, I pick and mix my self-control
My head won’t let me go, like if I died, you’d never know
I made friends with the dark parts that are inside of my mind
I tie them up till they come up, spiking juvenile rhymes
And my eyes are about to blow, but that’s all part of this freak show
My personality got fucked up by the Adderall
Got called an alien for bein’ myself
I ain’t got the patience to be someone else

So just take my heart out, that’ll make it better
I won’t be sorry, better late than never
Just take my heart out, that’ll make it better
Hidin’ all my feelings, but I know that I’m not dreaming

‘Cause there’s hope for the underrated youth
And I’m so far from telling you the truth
‘Cause you keep on pulling me down, pulling me down, pulling me down
Yeah, there’s hope for the underrated youth

If I die, would you cry?
Or would you come and bury me alive?
If I die, would you cry?
Or would you come and bury me alive?
If I die, would you cry?
Or would you come and bury me alive?
If I die, would you cry?
Would you come and bury me alive?
(Would you come and bury me alive?)

There’s hope for the underrated youth
I’m so far from telling you the truth
Yeah, there’s hope for the underrated youth
And I’m so far from telling you the truth
You keep on pulling me down, pulling me down, pulling me down
Yeah, there’s hope for the underrated youth
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

waiting on the weekend
I’m holding out
When I pass your house
I’m waiting on the weekend
I’m waiting on the weekend

I contemplate the words
To make you feel safe and sound
Waiting on the weekend
I’m waiting on the weekend

Will we ever meet again?
Will you be stood waiting, wait for your train
Tomorrow, waiting on the weekend
Are you waiting on the weekend?
Waiting on the weekend

I spend four days messin’ ’round in my head
Could she be my lover or is this pretend?
Till then, I’m waiting on the weekend
I’m waiting on the weekend
Waiting on the weekend

She always looks so tired, and I don’t know why
And all I wanna do is ask
But I just walk by, by
So maybe on the weekend
Maybe we could speak then
I’m waiting on the weekend now

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