Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Red Right Ankle - The Decemberists - gooooood
This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb.”
This is the story of your red right ankle.
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew ‘cause he was dead
And how his face was carved and rife with wrinkles
In the picture in your head.
And remember how you found the key
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away.
This is the story of your gypsy uncle.
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed.
Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some had crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle.
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb.”
This is the story of your red right ankle.
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew ‘cause he was dead
And how his face was carved and rife with wrinkles
In the picture in your head.
And remember how you found the key
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away.
This is the story of your gypsy uncle.
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed.
Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some had crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
New favorite song: With Arms Outstretched - Rilo Kiley
Its 16 miles, to the promised land
and I promise you, I'm doing the best I can
now don't fool yourself
in thinking you're more than a man
cause you'll probably end up dead
I visit these
mountains with frequency
and I stand here with my arms up
now some days, they last longer than others
but this day by the lake went too fast
and if you want me
you better speak up- I won't wait
so you better, move fast
Don't fool yourself
in thinking you're more than you are
with your arms outstretched to me
Now its 16 miles to the promised land
and I promise you i'm doing the best i can
now some days, they last longer than others
but this day by the lake went too fast
and if you want me, you better speak up i won't wait
so you better move fast
and some days they last longer than others
but this day by the lake went too fast
and if you want me, you better speak up i wont wait
so you better move fast
and I promise you, I'm doing the best I can
now don't fool yourself
in thinking you're more than a man
cause you'll probably end up dead
I visit these
mountains with frequency
and I stand here with my arms up
now some days, they last longer than others
but this day by the lake went too fast
and if you want me
you better speak up- I won't wait
so you better, move fast
Don't fool yourself
in thinking you're more than you are
with your arms outstretched to me
Now its 16 miles to the promised land
and I promise you i'm doing the best i can
now some days, they last longer than others
but this day by the lake went too fast
and if you want me, you better speak up i won't wait
so you better move fast
and some days they last longer than others
but this day by the lake went too fast
and if you want me, you better speak up i wont wait
so you better move fast
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