I wonder if the crowd regrets being dead during the performance. this song is literally Paramore's tumultuous history through song & it fucking hits HARD
They're just enjoying the music/performance/art similar to a musical or movie. A lot of music in the 70's was enjoyed sitting down (Neil Young, Carole King). Sometimes you dance, & sometimes you let the art play out without the need to engage outside the soul. Sometimes it's a simultaneous experience. No regrets.
Found these old letters from years ago Felt it was fitting to continue that correspondence Can't help I'm sentimental Thanks for talking with me today, I hope this is helpful for you I also hope that Birdie is happy and healthy And staying out of trouble to a reasonable extent What I wrote was sort of my way of Finally being able to address how it feels to have Another brick-red room, another black-top town Another misspelled band burning their own houses down Another pine-box tune to fill the cemetery day Another star, a touch of orange over purgatory grey Another thorny field to scatter fruitless seed Another song that runs too long, God knows no one needs More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands To drop a nickel in our basket and we'll do our Riot! dance Beneath another burning sky, behind our painted lips In scores of catatonic smile-covered ankle-bitten ships So throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful sea As protection from the paper-thin perfection you project on me When this repetition ends behind the window shades A semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I've made That most unrestful bed, that most original of sins And you'll say that's what I get when I let ambitions win again I'd hate to let you down so I'll let the waters rise And drown my dull reflection in the naive expectation in your eyes Back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free I few a picture and nowhere God they knew me So before the regiment resumes, before the dreaded sun appears My driver's waiting, so let's make one point crystal clear You see a flood-lit form, I see a shirt design I'm no savior of yours, you're no friend of mine You're no friend of mine You're no friend of mine I'm no savior of yours, you're not friend of mine You see a flood-lit form, I see a shirt design I'm no savior of yours, you're no friend of mine I see myself in the reflection of people's eyes Realising that what they see may not even be close to the image I see in myself And I think I might actually be more afraid To let my own self down than anything else I feel like the man in the story Who saw a bear floating in the river and thought it was a fur coat 12 years ago, I stood on the shore Jumped in and grabbed the coat And the river is rushing toward a waterfall And my friend stood at the shore and shouted to let go of the coat And swim back to land I let go of the coat but the coat won't let go of me In any case please let know if there's more I can give you If nothing comes of it, then just know we are grateful.
never got so many chills before, this is my first time seeing this, I am from the future and I am also from the past, I have known Paramore since their beginnings, and I have known them at their end.
@@stuartriddle919 I call bullshit, with that head bobbing meditation she’s doing she enjoying the show just like anyone else. So f u and the people that liked ur comment respectfully. ❤️🤙🏾
