Donnerstag, August 01, 2013

Then I went postal.

I am a post-rock girl in that all your lyrics could be written on my skin and none of it would be a lie. But I miss that certain stage performance. I am irritated by the fact that you are aiming for an intimate feel on your records. Where is the point in writing a letter if we cannot write it into the sky with cement?

"No sense in me lying to you
This is going to hurt me more than you
A wave of endorphins and a cold shoulder
And a mighty blow to the back of the skull
I'm in an aircraft out of control
I'm in an aircraft out of control
Pour more oil on us
Pour more oil on us
Wrap your hands around my heart again I am home at last" -- Pour more oil - Her Name Is Calla

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