Airconditioning and iced glasses.
Lets get this started.
This song deserved a much better video. This video feels like the results from the first five minutes of a brainstorming session.
Airconditioning and iced glasses.
Lets get this started.
This song deserved a much better video. This video feels like the results from the first five minutes of a brainstorming session.
Summertime.
This song is like a bridge over an ocean of ice.
Years are just really long breaths.
I have a cold. This is what the world sounds like…
“I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down”
Keep your ears open.
Fairuza Balk
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T.a.T.u.
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The Smiths
“How Soon is Now”
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I have horrible taste.
And as it always will be.
Remove the context and the sentiment is the same.