bright eyes ruined radiohead
i saw mirah again tonight.
i've been listening to idioteque by radiohead a lot lately and really digging the line "we're not scaremongering, this is really happening."
but then that makes me think of the end of center of the world by bright eyes - "this isn't happening, happening, happening, happening, happening. It is!"
Thus, bright eyes ruined radiohead for me.
well, not really.
so while i was thinking of this, i put on my favorite bright eyes album, fevers and mirrors. and i would like to share "an attempt to tip the scales" with all of those reading, which is just me.
did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?
like the sun's just gonna drop if it's night you demand?
well, in the night we are just air so the house might dissolve
once we're gone who's going to care if we were ever here at all
well, summer's gonna come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again
no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing
so we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales.
i think you lost what you loved in that mess of details
they seemed so important at the time, now you can't even recall
any names, faces or lines, it's more the feeling of it all.
well, winter's gonna end, i'm gonna clean these veins again
so close to dying that i finally can start living
i've been listening to idioteque by radiohead a lot lately and really digging the line "we're not scaremongering, this is really happening."
but then that makes me think of the end of center of the world by bright eyes - "this isn't happening, happening, happening, happening, happening. It is!"
Thus, bright eyes ruined radiohead for me.
well, not really.
so while i was thinking of this, i put on my favorite bright eyes album, fevers and mirrors. and i would like to share "an attempt to tip the scales" with all of those reading, which is just me.
did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?
like the sun's just gonna drop if it's night you demand?
well, in the night we are just air so the house might dissolve
once we're gone who's going to care if we were ever here at all
well, summer's gonna come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again
no need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing
so we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales.
i think you lost what you loved in that mess of details
they seemed so important at the time, now you can't even recall
any names, faces or lines, it's more the feeling of it all.
well, winter's gonna end, i'm gonna clean these veins again
so close to dying that i finally can start living