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Napakinggan ko lamang ang Sign of the Times dahil kinanta siya sa isang videoke scene sa pelikulang Project Hail Mary.
Kahit maraming nagsasabi na ang kanta ay tungkol sa politics o social issues, ni-reveal ni Harry Styles na ang ‘Sign of the Times‘ ay isinulat niya base sa perspective ng isang nanay na kakapanganak lang at nalamang ilang minutes na lang ang itatagal niya sa mundo. Ang lyrics ay nagsisilbing huling mensahe niya para sa anak niya para hikayatin itong harapin ang mga pagsubok ng buhay nang may tapang at pag-asa. Ang poignant concept na ito ang nagbibigay sa kanta ng emotional weight kaya naman pumatok ang kantang ito.
Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
I hope you’re wearing your best clothes
You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain’t really good
If we never learn we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullet?
We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
Your bullets, a bullet?
Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying, it’ll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying, have the time of your life
Breaking through the atmosphere
Things look pretty good from here
Remember everything will be alright
We can meet again somewhere
Somewhere far away from here
We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?
We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?
Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Stop your crying, baby, it’ll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here
We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
Your bullets, the bullets?
We never learn, we’ve been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
Your bullets, your bullets?
We don’t talk enough
We should open up
Before it’s all too much
Will we ever learn?
We’ve been here before
It’s just what we know
Stop your crying, baby, it’s a sign of the times
We gotta get away
We got to get away, we got to get away
We got to get away, we got to get away
We got to, we got to run
We got to, we got to run
We got to, we got to run away
Official Music Video
Live Performance
North of Nowhere
South of Somewhere
You haven’t experienced true pressure until a music snob asks, “Oh, you like this underground band? Name three of their dental hygienists.”
I start with one link for a recipe, and three hours later I have 42 tabs open and I’m reading about the deep-sea mating habits of a squid I didn’t know existed.
Starting an email with “I hope this email finds you well,” when what I really mean is, “I hope this email finds you before you have a chance to ignore my previous three messages.”