summerlad
All of the scene's best dressed
Where girls are only good for playing keyboards and dancing hipsy
Faces in the dark may change with morning light to take the shine off the prize of last night
I don't know what I'd do without my pockets in this awkward situation where everyone looks to be the same and i fear . . . .
I may fade away
As they strap on their guitars I dawn my aparatus of choice in preparation for the sound to come.
flashing, they buzz around the stage and I join them to capture more than just a memory . . .
An image of sound
In a world that has become digital I am the last man/wo standing.
An analogue warior . . . but not from the past . . . rather only begining my future.
And this is where I wish to hang up my camera and dance!
Bent knees violent hips . . .
"Excuse me, you dropped your guitar" . . for fucking makeup tips?!?!
They played glowing guitars as the crowd looked on (this is where Matty interrupts me) feeling it under their skin.
"Under my skin."
skin . . . . (insert skull and crossbone doodle here)
They think sexy as the notes pull their strings as marionettes they move in time.
She tries to wear pink as if she was born with it.
Is she a man eater.
Where girls are only good for playing keyboards and dancing hipsy
Faces in the dark may change with morning light to take the shine off the prize of last night
I don't know what I'd do without my pockets in this awkward situation where everyone looks to be the same and i fear . . . .
I may fade away
As they strap on their guitars I dawn my aparatus of choice in preparation for the sound to come.
flashing, they buzz around the stage and I join them to capture more than just a memory . . .
An image of sound
In a world that has become digital I am the last man/wo standing.
An analogue warior . . . but not from the past . . . rather only begining my future.
And this is where I wish to hang up my camera and dance!
Bent knees violent hips . . .
"Excuse me, you dropped your guitar" . . for fucking makeup tips?!?!
They played glowing guitars as the crowd looked on (this is where Matty interrupts me) feeling it under their skin.
"Under my skin."
skin . . . . (insert skull and crossbone doodle here)
They think sexy as the notes pull their strings as marionettes they move in time.
She tries to wear pink as if she was born with it.
Is she a man eater.