Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
La Roux
I could of sworn that I saw you knee bent on the bedside, your arms stretched like a kite that time will eventually grow. I'm so sure of it all and I've got a reason, too long for this state and that tells us why our legs and arms are actually able. Cause I confide in wolves at night and now i will crucify myself if I am gonna believe you and I've got to promise that I'll finish all the things I said I'd do to begin with too. I've got to make my bed if I am gonna lay with you, cause a disaster's a disaster no matter what Christian language you drag it through.
Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind, you burnt my eyes after I lost your presence underneath the bridge. Lock the door, let's talk it out, against the wall, hands on my mouth. You wore a pink t-shirt and khaki pants, you played your songs and danced your dance, i unwrapped your presents underneath your feet. Nine to eleven you're getting weak, the tile is cold, I can barely speak and I think he's gone, but I'll be sure for safety's keeping.
If you say no, then no it will be. I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings. Just play it cool yeah and try avoid being seen. Well yeah I saw inside the mirror and your smoking gun, along in the sign, the hours, the subscribing one by one and I fell so fast in Seth Ott's bedroom. You said you saw it coming but you didn't see nothing, your eyes are on the living room your eyes are on the closet, don't worry about, don't worry about anything.
A pity invitation to an awkward house, for pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse, I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time.
If you say no, then no it will be. I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings. Just play it cool yeah and try avoid being seen. Well yeah I saw inside the mirror and your smoking gun, along in the sign, the hours, the subscribing one by one and I fell so fast in Seth Ott's bedroom. You said you saw it coming but you didn't see nothing, your eyes are on the living room your eyes are on the closet, don't worry about, don't worry about anything.
A pity invitation to an awkward house, for pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse, I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time.
I was in the front seat shaking it out And I was asking if you felt alright. I never want to hear the truth, I want to hear your voice, it sounded fine. My voice, it sounded fine. I could feel my heartbeat taking me down And for the moment, I would sleep alright. I'm dealing with a selfish fear to keep me up another restless night. The blood was dry, it was sober the feeling of audible cracks, and I could tell it was over from the curtains that hung from your neck. And I realized that then you were perfect and my teeth ripping out of my head. And it looked like a painting I once knew back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact. To pray for what I thought were angels, ended up being ambulances and the Lord showed me dreams of her daughter, she was crying inside your stomach. And i felt love again
Monday, August 10, 2009
photography101
Robert Frank and Bianca Brunner, my two favourite photographers, there works still sparkle!
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