Name: Flying Is Forgetting To Fall by Deadbeat Nightlife
Duration: 4 min 24 s
Description: Deadbeat Nightlife was the best emo band ever Dx

You’re dying to be back where we used to be

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One of the greatest bands ever made and I'm not seeing their stuff on here.

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Tragedy

[CHORUS]
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
“Beware the Jabberwock,
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
“Beware the Jabberwock"

[INTRO]
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

[VERSE]
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

[CHORUS]
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
“Beware the Jabberwock,
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
“Beware the Jabberwock"

[PRE-CHORUS]
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

[BRIDGE]
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

[CHORUS]
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
“Beware the Jabberwock,
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
“Beware the Jabberwock"

[VERSE]
One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

[Celesta solo]

[OUTRO]
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

Beware the Metal, my son!

Some ghosts don’t stay buried.

AIBRY’s Whispers Beneath the Ash isn’t just an album — it’s a breakdown rebuilt into something louder. Mixing metalcore and trap, this record crawls out of the wreckage with heavy riffs, suffocating 808s, and spoken word pieces that feel like they were carved into the walls of a burning house.

Listen if you dare. Play it alone, but don’t say you weren’t warned.

Flying Is Forgetting To Fall

Deadbeat Nightlife

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