It’s about time that I start pulling myself together Because my poor excuses for progress Are simply postponing the process Of gaining confidence in what I’m singing And feeling better about who I’m singing about these days
Uncertainty haunts my everything I look into tomorrow and I see nothing… So tell me how it feels to be me I’ve lost so much I cannot recall my identity I would die for yesterday not caring where I need to go Reshape relationships back into what I used to know Tomorrow is so far and I no longer want to find a replacement For all these pictures that are lost in my mind
For the longest time this was one of my favorite Saetia songs next to Postlapsaria and Some Natures Catch No Plagues
We cast our hearts in plaster We imagined our bodies were fashioned of stone But they chipped at the brick and mortar We found out that we’re only layers of skin hiding bones And our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rain They’re going to snap when the weight shifts
A while back, I shared a devilishly catchy single called “Winsome William” and loved it enough to add it to my last mixtape. Now the New York band led by Giovanni Saldarriaga back with another hand-clap n’ snap pop new wave gem.
They’ll be releasing their new album Make a Mess of Sacred Ground digitally next week with “awesome cover art that my friend Jocelyn made out of construction paper (it’s going to look beautiful when the 12 inch vinyl comes out). She is a francophile poetess and inveterate punster from the Southern United States — also known as Satan’s Birdbath.” Good to know!
My Funny Valentine Sweet Comic Valentine You Make Me Smile With My Heart You’re Looks Are Laughable, Unphotographable Yet You’re My Favorite Work Of Art Is Your Figure Less Than Greek Is Your Mouth A Little Weak When You Open It To Speak Are You Smart Don’t Change A Hair For Me Not If You Care For Me Stay Little Valentine Stay Each Day Is Valentine’s Day
Children’s letters to god obviously went unanswered kidnapped kids dont come home alive my friend vanished when we were 12. i miss her its with me everyday ill always be a child who cant sign the pardon its with me everyday i promise to stay close to the memory life offers no answer.
to say that you are cute, would be like saying a strawberry is sweet, ‘cause a strawberry has secret flavors that are sharp, and tart, and red, and deep, and I would love to find you growing wild out by the woods, I would make a basket with the front of my t-shirt, and take home as many of you as I could, and to say that you are pretty, would be like saying that the ocean is blue, ‘cause the ocean is full of all kinds of colors, and I see all kinds of things when I look at you, and I want to explore you with my tenni shoes off standing ankle deep in a tide pool, with my khaki pants rolled up, and to say that you are funny would be like saying that the night sky is black, ‘cause the night sky is filled with stars and comets and planets that no one has seen yet, and I want to look at you, lying down on my front lawn, I’ll try to take you all in at once, but you just go on and on and on
One of the best love songs. Paul’s words can swoon any girl. Kind of wish i wrote it. I’d get so much pussy. I mean….what?
Together together or seperate the gate is open if us here in the clouds its not better here than on the ground where the birds are just giant bugs your mouth is full of spit but has no words. im dying to see you.