P. Knight
P. is 23 years old.
He is the Lead Singer of Fear City.
P. is also known as "Big Bull".
P. is located in Johannesburg at Jo'burg Jungle Gym.
P. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
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Hollywoodland
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Song Details
Hollywoodland is Ballad music in tempo Adagio. The music is awesome and the lyrics are revolutionary. The song was written 12/2/2022 by P. Knight. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
60 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Rock |
| Owner: |
Fear City |
| First Revealed: |
2/20/2023 |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Bass Guitar
Drums
Special Lyrics
"I'm afraid I'm a coward, I'm sorry for everything"
She woke up feeling old and out of time
With obsolescence heavy in her mind
She rode into town on the 222 bus
She climbed to the top of the Hollywood sign
She jumped off the letter H
When she could not become a star
She died in a minute that felt like an age
She looked a little like Hedy Lamarr
It's forty-five feet from here to there
It's forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air
I hope the Hollywood sign
Crumbles for the town it touches
The Lady of Lourdes in her time
Saw fewer cripples and crutches
Silent witness to our confusion
A symbol of dreams
And a monument
Of our disillusion
The country I came here to find
It's running its hands through my hair
Its borders and boundaries are clearly defined
It's forty-five feet through the air
Only the night sky will witness my flight
It's forty-five feet from here to there
It's forty-five feet through the air
It's forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air
The world rushes past and it's softly obscured
By the quiet and stillness of death
Floating effortlessly on
The scent of gardenias in the air
Discovered by a man on the hill
Hidden on the forest floor
Her handwritten history of self destruction
Sometimes I have this dream
When the time comes for me to go
I too will climb that silent hill
And I’ll hang myself
On the second or third letter O