my brain is in a liquid state...
meme: shuffle your mp3s, post first line of first 20 songs with lyrics as a poem
Genius to fall asleep to your tape last night
One hand loves the other so much on me
I am here, right here, where god puts none asunder
The nerves are sending shimmering signals all through my fingers
I bought a new shirt and I got new socks but my skin is still made of memories
If all I had was just one final call would you answer my ring, would you hear me at all?
Mother do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
I want to say it’s my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt
Present has gone, fantasy is part of reality, you take the brakes of, thinking clearly, not thinking at all
My flying saucer where can you be since that sad night that you sailed away from me?
You don’t wanna be, I don’t wanna see, baby get your feet on the floor, shut the door, count to four, there’s ice on your shoulders
There’s a black tinted sunset, the prettiest of skies, lay back lay back rest your head on my thighs
Let’s go outside dear in the murderous night let’s go out walking
You sayin don’t look at me, I say you don’t look so good, I went out in the cold to buy a paper, pushin every button in the elevator
And after the bombs subside and this long low campaign calls it good for the night we meet in the streets
Everyone’s afraid of their own life if you could be anything you wanted to be you would be disappointed, am I right?
My lullaby hung out to dry what’s up with that? It’s over….
Oh vera I can’t complain... when, when will you you write?
Turn around to watch all the same, You know (you're) simply a game
Easy places to get away to, easy limbs languid all around you
Genius to fall asleep to your tape last night
One hand loves the other so much on me
I am here, right here, where god puts none asunder
The nerves are sending shimmering signals all through my fingers
I bought a new shirt and I got new socks but my skin is still made of memories
If all I had was just one final call would you answer my ring, would you hear me at all?
Mother do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
I want to say it’s my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt
Present has gone, fantasy is part of reality, you take the brakes of, thinking clearly, not thinking at all
My flying saucer where can you be since that sad night that you sailed away from me?
You don’t wanna be, I don’t wanna see, baby get your feet on the floor, shut the door, count to four, there’s ice on your shoulders
There’s a black tinted sunset, the prettiest of skies, lay back lay back rest your head on my thighs
Let’s go outside dear in the murderous night let’s go out walking
You sayin don’t look at me, I say you don’t look so good, I went out in the cold to buy a paper, pushin every button in the elevator
And after the bombs subside and this long low campaign calls it good for the night we meet in the streets
Everyone’s afraid of their own life if you could be anything you wanted to be you would be disappointed, am I right?
My lullaby hung out to dry what’s up with that? It’s over….
Oh vera I can’t complain... when, when will you you write?
Turn around to watch all the same, You know (you're) simply a game
Easy places to get away to, easy limbs languid all around you