i wanna die, die in the summertime
Sometimes I forget how absolutely brilliant the Manic Street Preachers are. Or used to be, anyway. The title's a lyric from them. Anyway, me and Bruno have been writing a song together (or as together as being a few countries and hundreds of miles apart allows), i think its called Goddess in Velvet:
A look in the eyes
A touch of the hand
Was all that it took
Was all I could stand
A look from across
a room with a view
Let me feeling lost
Without a clue
You took my hand
Took me back to your place
I know the door
But I don't know the address
she's a goddess in velvet,
she's a goddess in satin
she's a goddess in velvet,
but she lives in Manhattan
those are really rough lyrics, the product of about 10 minutes' banging away on keyboards through ICQ.
Anyway, i'm absolutely *exhausted* (can't keep my eyes open) so I guess i'll hit the sack. Write more tomorrow.
A look in the eyes
A touch of the hand
Was all that it took
Was all I could stand
A look from across
a room with a view
Let me feeling lost
Without a clue
You took my hand
Took me back to your place
I know the door
But I don't know the address
she's a goddess in velvet,
she's a goddess in satin
she's a goddess in velvet,
but she lives in Manhattan
those are really rough lyrics, the product of about 10 minutes' banging away on keyboards through ICQ.
Anyway, i'm absolutely *exhausted* (can't keep my eyes open) so I guess i'll hit the sack. Write more tomorrow.