That this world brought me to you now and didn’t waitĬause it’s all that I want to do, to love you Will bloom little flaws that mimic the starsĪnd the belief that ours could exist some light years away, some light years apart That when fully realized - a slick, sobbing sculpture.I think many of the songs that stick most in my memory are To fall to a thousand floors and laugh til we're sore Move through the pastel pink fields of wheatĬause it's all that I want to do, to love you Tuck our jeans into our socks and move through the pastel pink fields of wheat In the city square where we look through the scope at In the dark where we project Varda films on the wallĪt the red light where we kiss beneath the golden arch When I missed six pitches in the batting cage I'm stubborn and fresh and hot-headed too Honey I've got little flaws just like you I thought you were tough up until you stopped meįrom plucking that tiny white flower from the earth You try to be hard but I know you're a softie To take out and sort through the strange things we doīaby you've got little flaws just like me To fall to a thousand floors and laugh til we’re sore
I believe we should collectively neglect it, let the ivy and weeds grow over all get together in a few hundred years or so cause I’m not convinced that we should exist at all man, I didn’t ask for this so on a bad day I get bitter about it I am admitting a lack of gratitude I know…but when I look at that faded clipping of my mother fifteen years old on a bicycle smiling for the local paper looking like my sister I feel overgrown with that deep deep love when I'm with my lover and she steps out of the shower and she’s tugging too hard on her snarled hair I ask her to come over and sit down on the bed I make a fist below the root and I loosen the grip of those knots without ripping another strand she takes the comb to kiss the open palm of my hand and I am tangled in that deep deep love when I walk by my neighbor and he’s on his front steps with his two scruffy dogs and he’s cooing their names his wife comes out to join him and they coo those names in unison they kiss those dirty little noses and I watch from the sidewalk as they live inside all that love passing by a pure scene in somebody else’s life gives my life meaning, passing through a good scene in somebody else’s life fills my cup it ignites that fire to pour out my love give all my love my deep deep love give all your love your love I’m not convinced we should strive for midtown.
LYRICS VEIN OF STARS SKIN
We bathe in the blood moon in Berlin make out in cathedrals, Montreal to Madrid In Fallingwater brush our skin across the bed The Masaya volcano paints our faces in red Now the landscape in your eye is a desert of defeat I want to stay but I'll turn to leave I guess what can't be close must be far away.Guest post by Evan Zwisler of Soundfly's Flypaper Tonight we'll abandon all we share force a deep sleep and pretend we don't care I'd hate to put us up against yesterday. The people on the screen, they must be the beautiful, rare geniuses that they are portrayed to be… When we think about how the world’s most popular music is written, recorded, and performed, it is both more convenient and more glamorous to imagine that the entire process is undertaken by a single individual or band.
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