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Poem and song comparison. Background on Matchbox Twenty.
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Background on Matchbox Twenty • Matchbox Twenty is an American rock band, formed in Orlando, Florida in 1995. Matchbox Twenty released their debut album, Yourself or Someone Like You in 1996. The album was a huge commercial success, and was certified diamond in the United States. Their second album, Mad Season, released in 2000, continued the band's success, charting the in the top three on the Billboard 200 and going multi-platinum in the United States. Their third album, More Than You Think You Are, released in 2002, was not as successful as the previous two albums, despite it's singles receiving significant airplay. More specifically, Rob Thomas (the lead singer and composer of most songs) Thomas was born in Landstuhl, Germany on a U.S. military base. Thomas and his wife married on October 2, 1999 and currently live in New York state. Thomas has a son (born July 10, 1998) from a previous relationship. The Thomases are committed animal lovers and supporters of animal charities. Rob and his wife have established the Sidewalk Angels Foundation[8], a non-profit organization created to help needy people in and around America’s big cities by partnering with various charities to assist people who get lost in the system, those who cannot afford medical care, and animals that have been abandoned or abused.
“Bright Lights” Lyrics • She got out of townOn a railway New York boundTook all except my nameAnother alien on BroadwayThere's some things in this worldYou just can't changeSome things you can't seeUntil it gets too late(chorus)Baby, baby, babyWhen all your love is goneWho will save me From all I'm up against out in this worldand Maybe, maybe, maybeYou'll find somethingThat's enough to keep youBut if the bright lights don't receive youYou should turn yourself aroundAnd come on homeI got a hole in me nowYeah, I got a scar I can talk aboutShe keeps a picture of meIn her apartment in the citySome things in this worldMan, they don't make senseSome things you don't needUntil they leave youthen they're things that you miss, you say (chorus) Let that city take you inLet that city spit you outLet that city take you downFor God's sake turn around(chorus)Yeah, come on homeBaby, baby, baby, babyCome on homeYeah, come on homeYeah, come on homeYeah, come on homeBaby, baby, baby, babyCome on home
Literary Devices • Repetition • Emphasis
Background for Edgar Allen Poe • Edgar Allan Poe was born in January 1809. He was known as an American writer, poet, editor and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is considered the inventor of the detective-fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was born as Edgar Poe in Boston; he was orphaned young when his mother died shortly after his father abandoned the family. Poe was taken in by John and Frances Allan, of Richmond, Virginia, but they never formally adopted him. In Baltimore in 1835, he married Virginia Clemm, his 13-year-old cousin. In January 1845, Poe published his poem “The Raven" to instant success. His wife died of tuberculosis two years later. On October 7, 1849, at age 40, Poe died in Baltimore; the cause of his death is unknown and has been variously attributed to alcohol, brain congestion, cholera, drugs, heart disease, rabies, suicide, tuberculosis, and other agents.
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe • It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea;But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me.And this was the reason that, long ago,In this kingdom by the sea,A wind blew out of a cloud, chillingMy beautiful Annabel Lee;So that her highborn kinsman cameAnd bore her away from me,To shut her up in a sepulchreIn this kingdom by the sea. • The angels, not half so happy in heaven,Went envying her and me-Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)That the wind came out of the cloud by night,Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.But our love it was stronger by far than the loveOf those who were older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And neither the angels in heaven above,Nor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.For the moon never beams without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the sideOf my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,In the sepulchre there by the sea,In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Literary Devices • Repitition • Rhyming (for emphasis)