ooc • “playlist post.”
because I am a hopelessly romantic over-dramatic sop, and sometimes songs speak to my heart about make-believe characters I play over the internet.
songs in comments, because constantly editing this page for every new song would be preposterous. Anyone can add a song, mind, just please fill out the template:
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songs in comments, because constantly editing this page for every new song would be preposterous. Anyone can add a song, mind, just please fill out the template:
SONGTITLE by ARTISTRead more... )
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You don't need to sleep alone
You bring the house down
Choose your favourite shoes
And keep your blues on cruise control
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You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty
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Oxford Comma by Vampire Weekend
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas too, they're cruel
So if there's any other way to spell the word
It's fine with me, with me
Why would you speak to me that way?
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction dripping with disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I climbed to Dharamsala too, I did
I met the highest Lama, his accent sounded fine
To me, to me
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It's hard to take risks with a pessimist
It's hard to take risks
I hope one will burn me, I know you'll desert me
(This is the closest I've come to touching you the way I want)
The hope can be painful, I'll try to be faithful
(It's hard to take risks)
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Your skin is cold, but the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick and tired
We walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lighs red
I'd be blind to both.
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A Chantar m'er by Beatriz de Dia
Mais aitan plus voill li digas, messatges,
qu'en trop d'orgoill an gran dan maintas gens.
But I especially want you, messenger, to tell him
That many people suffer for having too much pride.
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It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind
The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
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