SWING LIFE AWAY BY RISE AGAINST

There’s something really special about just a guy singing with an acoustic guitar. Something really romantic about it all. The lyrics, the rawness of an acoustic guitar and the deep low voice of a man.

This is one song where I really wonder whom it was written for. I actually wonder if there is a girl behind the song or if it was just something that came randomly. Whatever the reason this song might be written for – I absolutely adore it. It’s the kind of song I would want to play and sing to someone I love if firstly, I knew how to play it and secondly, if I had a nice singing voice. Unfortunately, I don’t know how to play this song. And I don’t have a nice soothing singing voice.

Girls expect so much from their partners/ boyfriends when they go into a relationship, like roses, chocolates, presents, celebrating their monthly anniversaries and all that jazz. For me, I used to think that it is so easy to get a boyfriend who would do all these things, but not easy to find someone who would bother about the simplest things.

This song is about the simple things in life. Having money, just enough to survive, having a simple home. Having someone’s hand for moments that are tough and fearful. Just living life day to day with that one special one by your side, wanting nothing more from life because everything is already perfect.

Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

[Chorus]
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave ’til the end
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand

I’ve been here so long; think that its time to move
The winter’s so cold summer’s over too soon
so let’s pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I’ve got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we’ve had some times I wouldn’t trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

[Chorus]
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave ’til the end
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand, until you hold my hand

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave ’til the end
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand,
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away

Maybe someday I’ll pluck up the courage to sing this song and actually put in effort to learn the guitar chords; would be a nice surprise for my loved one, yeah?