The lyric "block out" is featured in 3 different songs in our database, showcasing its versatility in music.Explore how artists use this specific phrasing in their creative work.
block out
Singer: craig, jonny
tonight
we block out the noise
only sound is my voice
tonight
we block out the noise
only sound is my voice
Singer: dead or alive
i have got my fingers in my ears
i block out what people are saying
block out the noise
i have got my fingers in my ears
i block out what people are saying
block out the noise
Singer: between the buried and me
for the colors are fading. it's a must these days
for the colors are fading. enclosed in a space of soothing sounds. walking in my own movie. the fly by with no remembrance. constant rushing. the waves have pushed me to where i need to be. walking in my own movie. the fly by with no remembrance. constant rushing. the waves have pushed me to where i need to be. sunlight drenched on my skin. only the sounds of what my mind wants to hear. block out the rush hour. block out the tired herds. only the sounds of what my mind wants to hear. block out the rush hour. block out the tired herds. on the shaded side
it's starting to affect the process of your reading eyes. an aggressive need for a hostile voice is creeping away. this block happens every year. and like i said before the color keeps fading. this block happens every year. i couldn't trade this for anything in the world. this block happens every year. and all of you are the reason. this block happens every year. it's been a while since we've written each other and hopefully this will comfort you. 'cause like most of my kind
for the colors are fading. it's a must these days
for the colors are fading. enclosed in a space of soothing sounds. walking in my own movie. the fly by with no remembrance. constant rushing. the waves have pushed me to where i need to be. walking in my own movie. the fly by with no remembrance. constant rushing. the waves have pushed me to where i need to be. sunlight drenched on my skin. only the sounds of what my mind wants to hear. block out the rush hour. block out the tired herds. only the sounds of what my mind wants to hear. block out the rush hour. block out the tired herds. on the shaded side
it's starting to affect the process of your reading eyes. an aggressive need for a hostile voice is creeping away. this block happens every year. and like i said before the color keeps fading. this block happens every year. i couldn't trade this for anything in the world. this block happens every year. and all of you are the reason. this block happens every year. it's been a while since we've written each other and hopefully this will comfort you. 'cause like most of my kind