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oh ps i love "slow hands" by interpol
exhibit a:
yeah but nobody searches
and nobody cares somehow
when the loving that you've wasted
comes raining from a hapless cloud
then i might stop and look upon your face
disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
see the living that surrounds me
dissipate in a violet place
exhibit b:
i submit my incentive is romance
i watch the pole dance of the stars
we rejoice because the hurting is so painless
from the distance of passing cars
but I am married to your charms and grace
i just go crazy like the good old days
you make me want to pick up a guitar
and celebrate the myriad ways that i love you
can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul? this is a wasteland now
...
it makes me feel all happy
and nostalgic in this really really weird way.
i can feel the breeze off of the water
& smell the salt and the leftover sunscreen
& feel the excitement that was hanging in the air,
the anticipation that something fabulous might happen,
the beggining of a courtship, if you will,
always gives us the best thrills.
i can feel the presence of the stars outside
and the vast vast sky that really just represented millions of opportunities.
oh & i'm not spending $1000 to go on spring break anywhere unless it's italy or some other place in europe or an exciting foreign land who's only promise isn't cheap booze and sex sex sex.
exhibit a:
yeah but nobody searches
and nobody cares somehow
when the loving that you've wasted
comes raining from a hapless cloud
then i might stop and look upon your face
disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
see the living that surrounds me
dissipate in a violet place
exhibit b:
i submit my incentive is romance
i watch the pole dance of the stars
we rejoice because the hurting is so painless
from the distance of passing cars
but I am married to your charms and grace
i just go crazy like the good old days
you make me want to pick up a guitar
and celebrate the myriad ways that i love you
can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul? this is a wasteland now
...
it makes me feel all happy
and nostalgic in this really really weird way.
i can feel the breeze off of the water
& smell the salt and the leftover sunscreen
& feel the excitement that was hanging in the air,
the anticipation that something fabulous might happen,
the beggining of a courtship, if you will,
always gives us the best thrills.
i can feel the presence of the stars outside
and the vast vast sky that really just represented millions of opportunities.
oh & i'm not spending $1000 to go on spring break anywhere unless it's italy or some other place in europe or an exciting foreign land who's only promise isn't cheap booze and sex sex sex.