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精神病 (psychosis)
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more post-coitus
por Invitado Sáb 05 Sep 2015, 11:51 am
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less post-rock
por Invitado Sáb 05 Sep 2015, 11:52 am
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maddie and olive; or teenage lovers
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broken aftermaths
por Invitado Sáb 05 Sep 2015, 12:03 pm
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northern downpour
por Invitado Sáb 05 Sep 2015, 2:38 pm
shout at the world because the world doesn't love you
lower yourself because you know that you'll have to.
lower yourself because you know that you'll have to.
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Re: 精神病 (psychosis)
por Invitado Sáb 05 Sep 2015, 2:41 pm
voy a pasar letras de las canciones de los campesinos, por que, flaco, que buenos que son.
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I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls (It's never enough)
por Invitado Sáb 05 Sep 2015, 2:49 pm
- straight in at 101:
- I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock
Feels like the build up takes forever but you never get me off
You pull your dress over your face
And I stare down towards my chest
Chastise both our greasy hair
Wonder whose gut is the softest
Stand with my ear to the door
Listening to the landing floorboards
Working out when we'll be safe
To dash the mattress to yr bathroom
Where I ball my fingers into fists
Until my knuckles glow bright white
Press the heels into eye-sockets
'Til I see the flashing lights
Stop me when my stories change
When they have started to repeat
'Cause last time I was a mess of sleep, of icy feet
So baby
All apologies
It was going to happen inevitably, oh
I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock
Feels like the build up takes forever but you never touch my cock
And what exactly do you mean now
By "what can you even eat?"
And how does that affect how I'll get off this evening?
I flew down south to Mexico
Had a minor realization
I understood why kids draw the sun with its rays emanating
And the beams broke the clouds,
The sky were like a concertina
I'd sat on in my pocket for weeks
Folded up from a picture
I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls
(It's never enough)
She keeps on pulling the peace sign
(And it seems like a taunt)
She licked a glaze on her lips
They shone like Battleship Grey
She never liked the wisdom I gave:
Some people give themselves to religion
Some people give themselves to a cause
Some people give themselves to a lover
I have to give myself to goals
So baby
All apologies
It was going to happen, inevitably
And if it helps
I mean, even slightly at all
It's best you dust yourself down
And get straight back on the horse
I condescend a smile
And wink directly at the camera
And leave you led in both our scents
As I tiptoe out the back door
I skid down icy streets
And view my face in the reflection
Of a High Street lingerie store
Though it wasn't my intention
I phoned my friends and family
To gather round the television
The talking heads count down the most heart-wrenching break-ups of all time
Imagine the great sense of waste
The indignity, the embarrassment
When not a single one of that whole century
Was mine
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Nothing says "I miss you" quite like war poetry you carved in your door with a Stanley knife
por Invitado Sáb 05 Sep 2015, 2:51 pm
- my year in lists:
- You said "send me stationary to make me horny"
So I always write you letters in multicolours
Decorating envelopes for foreplay
Damn extended metaphors, I get carried away
On the back of a natural disaster, fixed with parcel tape and with kids sticking plaster
Nothing says "I miss you" quite like war poetry you carved in your door with a Stanley knife
My year in lists
Stomping on your fingers as you're clinging on to the abyss
So put on every winter coat that you owned since '98
And every midnight sees the countdown to another awful day
I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you
I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you
I cherish with fondness the day before I met you
On your request, I compile a list
Of my top five resolutions for this year (one!)
I declined 'cause I decided that I (two!)
Do not believe in the New Year any more (three!)
And you must confess that at times like these
Hopefulness is tantamount to hopelessness (four!)
And I accept that it's time for a change but not in places like this with people like these (five! five! five! five! five!)
My year in lists
Stomping on your fingers as you're clinging on to the abyss
So put on every winter coat that you owned since '98
And every midnight sees the countdown to another awful day
I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you
I cherish with fondness the day (before) I met you
I cherish with fondness the day before I met you.
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I somehow manage to translate them from Braille
por Invitado Sáb 05 Sep 2015, 2:56 pm
- This Is How You Spell "HAHAHA, We Destroyed The Hopes And Dreams Of A Generation Of Faux-Romantics":
- I hate the stench of coffee on your breath
And I hate to feel its warmth against my neck
And what right do you have to have nightmares about me
When all I wanted was to sleep?
We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire
We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars
And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick
Cease, and desist!
I left your shallow skin and a note on your kitchen sideboard
It read "I have left you, please never try to find me"
This is no existential crisis, just turn your pain into piety
And then set your alarm clock for 4am the next morning
We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire
We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars
And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick
Cease, and desist!
This is how you spell 'HAHAHA, We destroyed the hopes and the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics"
And I'm pleased, I'm pleased.
You walk in from your mother's balcony
Panda-eyed, freezing cold
You bury yourself in my chest to warm
I notice the goosebumps on your arms, millions
And whether it's because of the number of hours spent laid face down on my bed listening to white noise, or, well, obviously it's not, I somehow manage to translate them from Braille
The trails on your skin spoke more to me than the reams and reams of the half finished novels you'd leave lying around all over the place
And every quotation that'd dribbled from your mouth like a final, fatal livejournal entry
I know
I am wrong
I am sorry
We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire
We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars
And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick
Cease, and desist!
This is how you spell "HAHAHA, We destroyed the hopes and dreams of a generation of faux-romantics"
And I'm pleased, I'm pleased.
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(I'm serious, so listen)
por Invitado Sáb 05 Sep 2015, 3:01 pm
- Baby I Got The Death Rattle:
- We burnt all the skin
From the palm of my hands
With an old zippo lighter
And deodorant can
I went to the palmist
And asked her to read
No heart line,
No sun line
No life line,
No need.
Said all that I wanted was a quiet life
Not one predetermined by minuscule slices
Into my flesh and the broad she agreed
One look in my sad eyes
She had to concede
"Baby… the girdle of venus got me…
Got me down on my knees.
And baby… baby I got the death rattle and
You're six months old s-shakin' me."
Traced my right index finger
'long the roof of every car
On the walk back to your house
In the cold from City Arms
In the frost I drew a dick
For every girl that wouldn't fuck me
Woke early the next morning to see
The frost had bitten me
My blisters black and touch cold
Like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
The kind of gift I'd give you
Like a less committed Van Gogh
And you, you are an angel
That's why you pray
And I am an ass
That's why I bray
Your halo slipped to frame you
Like a photo, a porthole window
I see blood spill in the pure snow
You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones
And you, you are an angel
That's why you pray
And I am an ass
That's why I bray
If you were tomorrow
I'd be today
And this is the end…
(I'm serious, so listen)
Baby I got the death rattle
And baby I got it bad
I've been digging my grave
For quite some time
When I'm not digging up the past
And I chewed my only necktie
From the metal frame of my bed
Where I tied your wrists together
Spent all night givin'
(Oh, you get the message)
NOT HEADSTONE
BUT HEADBOARD
'SWHERE I WANT TO BE MOURNED
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All these songs I've written about your girlfriend Are just killing time while my heart is on the mend
por Invitado Sáb 05 Sep 2015, 3:05 pm
- songs about your girlfriend:
- You do not like us
'cause your girlfriend likely does
And all your friends agree
On her soft-spot for me
I'll have my hard hands
Over her soft spots soon, you will see
And if you want a list of all her favourite bits
The next time I am free
Quite comprehensively
I will scrawl them all down for you as an apology.
Tell her the times we shared that broke have been repaired
Cinders of our old jokes have once again been stoked
But with a different girl, funnier now they've been rehearsed.
All night hung on your every word,
'til we were interrupted by the birds singing
"Oh your mask is slipping,
Oh your mask is slipping."
Songs I've written about your girlfriend
Are just psalms of spite since it came to an end.
'Cause I never made her smile like that
And she never made me smile right back
Although I always made her purr like a cat
She said I never made her smile like that.
She stubbed her home club's crest on me with cigarettes
A swift that matched the bird upon her football shirt
She would lift the hem, she would wear that thing like a skirt.
The last time I was there she let me wear her clothes
She painted my lips red so that we both ensured
I kiss her every inch, my god the girl looked like she'd burned.
All night hung on your every word,
'til we were interrupted by the birds singing
"Oh your mask is slipping,
Oh your mask is slipping."
Songs I've written about your girlfriend
Are just psalms of spite since it came to an end.
All these songs I've written about your girlfriend
Are just killing time while my heart is on the mend.
'Cause I never made her smile like that
And she never made me smile right back
Although I always made her purr like a cat
She said I never made her smile like that.
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