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Flyleaf - Tina

Flyleaf is a Christian rock/metal band originating from Texas and headed by Lacey Mosley. One look at Lacey and it’s a bit surprising that she’s the one belting out lyrics in each and every song. She is quite diminutive, giving off the impression that she could be your little niece’s babysitter. I know, I know, Christian rock? Almost every one of Flyleaf’s songs is related in one way or another to either faith and/or god, but the band doesn’t really beat its listeners over the head with it. In fact, some songs can easily be reinterpreted as being about someone that is loved. In addition, some songs deal with Lacey’s turbulent past (she used to be a drug addict), so it mixes things up a little.

One of my favorite songs by Flyleaf is Tina, coming off their EP, Much Like Falling. The song is about a woman named Tina dealing with emotional problems, wanting to die, and being ignored by some people close to her. Lacey nails it when she says, “They can’t not notice her sickness/ Like their own dung sprayed with perfume,” really capturing how obvious it is that Tina is going through problems, but being ignored anyway. By the end of the song, Tina is asking for one more chance, whether from god or the people in her life is unclear. Enjoy.

Tina’s eyes are clear chrysolite
How can we not notice her
Now they only stare at her burns
Her small voice so full of honesty

Take care of my loves
I can’t hold on
Keep me alive while I die

They can’t not notice her sickness
Like their own dung sprayed with perfume
They try not to hear her speaking
But they can’t hear anything else

Take care of my loves
I can’t hold on
Keep me alive while I die

I missed my chance
Send one more
I’m not wasting this
I missed my chance
Send one more chance
I’m not wasting this one more chance

- moises