Eureka.
I've just realized something very important: songs to not have to rhyme. Perhaps there is hope for me yet? But no, I think I'll stick to singing. Which reminds me that I should work to be in a band next year. I miss it.
Kate, we’re stuck here for awhile. The only service station closed tonight at five. The transmission has conspired against our silence; it’s relieved us of the goal that we have tried to hide behind. Kate...the pamphlets can all wait. We’ll send them in the morning. They’ll just be a little late. You’ve got a banner wrapped around you like a blanket and a cell phone that we swore a blood oath we’d never buy. Have you got this same unsettling notion that this is not a shared experience? Just synchronized, solitary moments bound by belief in this alone? Kate...is there anything left to smoke? I feel like I‘m drowning...you talk to me in code. Staring at a wooden footbridge, you say, “It’s a marvel of construction. Two weaknesses combine to become a strength.” You've got this same unsettling notion that this is not a shared experience. Just synchronized, solitary moments boung by belief in this alone.
I love this song. In fact, I think it is my favourite song. Look it up; I think you can listen to an MP3 of it here.
Enough pimping.
Kate, we’re stuck here for awhile. The only service station closed tonight at five. The transmission has conspired against our silence; it’s relieved us of the goal that we have tried to hide behind. Kate...the pamphlets can all wait. We’ll send them in the morning. They’ll just be a little late. You’ve got a banner wrapped around you like a blanket and a cell phone that we swore a blood oath we’d never buy. Have you got this same unsettling notion that this is not a shared experience? Just synchronized, solitary moments bound by belief in this alone? Kate...is there anything left to smoke? I feel like I‘m drowning...you talk to me in code. Staring at a wooden footbridge, you say, “It’s a marvel of construction. Two weaknesses combine to become a strength.” You've got this same unsettling notion that this is not a shared experience. Just synchronized, solitary moments boung by belief in this alone.
I love this song. In fact, I think it is my favourite song. Look it up; I think you can listen to an MP3 of it here.
Enough pimping.