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Extended Metaphor. Definition. A metaphor introduced and then further developed throughout all or part of a literary work. “Life is a Highway” by Rascal Flatts.
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Definition • A metaphor introduced and then further developed throughout all or part of a literary work
“Life is a Highway” by Rascal Flatts • Life's like a road that you travel onWhen there's one day here and the next day goneSometimes you bend, sometimes you standSometimes you turn your back to the wind…Come ride with me to the distant shore • Life is a highwayI wanna ride it all night longIf you're going my wayI wanna drive it all night long
“Homecoming” by Kanye West Chorus: Do you think about me now and then?Do you think about me now and then?Cause I'm coming home againI'm in home againDo you think about me now and then?Do you think about me now and then?Oh, now I'm coming home againMaybe we can start again But if you really care for her, then you would n-never hit the airport,To follow your dream, sometimes I still talk to her, but when I talk to herIt always seems like she talking about me,She said you left your kids and they just like youThey wanna rap and make show beats just like you,But they just not you and I just got throughTalking bout what she can try to do just not newNow everybody got the game figured out all wrongI guess you never know what you got till its goneI guess this is why I'm here and I cant come back homeAnd guess when I heard that when I was back homeEvery interview I'm representing you making you proudReach for the stars so if you fall you land on a cloudJump in the crowd, spark you lighters, wave em around,And if you don't know by now, I'm talking about Chi Town,Chorus I'm coming home again.Do you think about me now and then?Do you think about me now and then?Cause I'm coming home againI'm in home again.I met this girl when I was three years oldAnd what I loved most she had so much soulShe said, excuse me little homie, I know you don't know me- but,My name is Windy and, I like to blow trees and,From that point I never blow her off,They can come from outta town I like to show her off,They like to act tough, she like to tow em off,And make em straighten up their act, cause she know they softAnd when I grew up she showed me how to go downtownAnd at nighttime my face lit up so astoundingAnd I told her in my heart is where she always beShe never mess with entertainers cause they always leaveShe said it felt like they walked and drove on meKnew I was gang affiliated got on TV and told on meI guess it's why last winter she got so cold on meShe said, Ye keep making that, keep making that platinum and gold for me
Important Lines • I met this girl when I was three years oldAnd what I loved most she had so much soulShe said, “excuse me little homie, I know you don't know me- but, My name is Windy and, I like to blow trees”… • She said it felt like they walked and drove on meKnew I was gang affiliated got on TV and told on meI guess it's why last winter she got so cold on meShe said, Ye keep making that, keep making that platinum and gold for me • And if you don't know by now, I'm talking about Chi-Town
“Stereo Heart” by Gym Class Heroes If I was an old-school, fifty pound boomboxWould you hold me on your shoulder, wherever you walkWould you turn my volume up in front of the copsAnd crank it higher every time they told you to stopAnd all I ask is that you don't get mad at meWhen you have to purchase mad D batteriesAppreciate every mixtape your friends makeYou never know, we come and go like on the interstateI think finally found a note to make you understandIf you can hit it, sing along and take me by the handT' keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tuneAnd know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you Chorus I only pray you'll never leave me behindBecause good music can be so hard to findI'll take your head and hold it closer to mineThought love was dead, but now you're changing my mind Chorus Chorus:My heart's a stereoIt beats for you, so listen closeHear my thoughts in every noteMake me your radioAnd turn me up when you feel lowThis melody was meant for youTo sing along to my stereoIf I was just another dusty record on the shelfWould you blow me off and play me like everybody elseIf I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?Travie, I can handle thatFurthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracksIt's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracksI used to used to used to used to, now I'm over thatCause holding grudges over love is ancient artifactsIf I could only find a note to make you understandI'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the handsTo keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tuneAnd know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you Chorus
Extended Metaphor • Love Song by Taylor Swift