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"Stereo Hearts"
This song explains a
situation very clearly. Our
singer is in love with
someone and he is
comparing the love he
feels for her as if it was a
radio. It describes his
heartbeat as a stereo and
compares the love he feels
for her as something that
will never stop, as a record
that continues repeating
itself over and over again.
He apologizes for every
time he has failed at
making her feel loved and
promises to love her
forever.
If I was an old-school fifty pound
(Gym Class Heroes feat. Adam Levine)
[Adam Levine:]
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low (turn it up a little
bit)
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo
If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody
else?
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage
that?
Like yea [scratched], check it Travie, I can handle
that
Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple
cracks
I used to used to used to, now I'm over that
'Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the
hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head, like your
favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you
[Chorus:]
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo
boombox (remember them?)
Would you hold me on your
shoulder wherever you walk?
Would you turn my volume up in
front of the cops (turn it up)
And crank it higher every time
they told you to stop?
And all I ask is that you don't get
mad at me
When you have to purchase mad
D batteries
Appreciate every mix tape your
"I was just another dusty
friends make
You never know we come and go record on the shelf: Although
time has passed and it has
like on the interstate
now becomed a memory it still
I think I finally found a note to hurts.
make you understand
If you can hit it, sing along and
"My heart's stereo": It is a
metaphor that means that the
take me by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your
heart beats not only for the
body but also for the music.
head, like your favorite tune
You know my heart's a stereo that "Make me your radio": It is a
only plays for you metaphor that means that the
singer wants to always have
[Chorus:] the girl present and therefore
the radio is always there as
[Bridge:]
I only pray you'll never leave me
well.
behind (never leave me) "Turn me up when you feel
Because good music can be so low": Now that the radio is a
hard to find (so hard to find) metaphor of presence, volume
I take your hand and hold it acts as a metaphor for that
closer to mine (yeah)
support and hope.
Thought love was dead, but now
"I think i finally found a note":
you're changing my mind
Is a metaphor for finding love.
[Chorus:]

The poem is comparing
the two tress, the Willow
and the Ginkgo.
Through metaphors and
similes the poem
compares the trees with
different concepts
It also talks that although
they are compleatly
different in the end they
are similar and beautiful
in their unique ways.
“Willow and Ginkgo”
By: Eve Merriam
The willow is like an etching, willow
Fine-lined against the sky.
Then ginkgo is like a crude sketch,
Hardly worthy to be signed.
The willow’s music is like a soprano,
Delicate and thin. "The willow is like an
The ginkgo’s tune is like a chorus etching"
With everyone joining in. "The ginkgo is leathery
ginko
The willow is sleek as a velvet-nosed calf, as an old bull"
"The willow is like a
The ginkgo is leathery as an old bull.
nymph with streaming
The willow’s branches are like silken thread; hair"
The ginkgo’s like stubby rough wool. Like a city child, it
The willow is like a nymph with streaming hair; grows up in the tree"
"The ginkgo's like
Wherever it grows, there is green and gold and fair. stubby rough wool"
The willow dips to the water, "The willow's music is
Protected and precious, like the king’s favorite daughter. like a soprano"
"The willlow's branches
The ginkgo forces its way through gray concrete;
are like silken thread"
Like a city child, it grows up in the street.
Thrust against the metal sky,
Somehow it survives and even thrives.
My eyes feast upon the willow,
But my heart goes to the ginkgo.