Somedays, when the saltiness of the crispy, roasted burmese cashews that have nestled so sweetly inside a little red dish on the coffee table is really bumming you out - I mean harsh here, you are in a fugue (slowly descending, a breathless figure caught in a body)- you probably should have made more tea sooner - your mouth is dry and full of nut bits - then you realize you should have went to the liquor store after you had finished showering this morning at 10:39. Also, the calamity you know about is one text away.
Somedays when the tears won't flow and you're left vibrating in the hot sun shaking
Everything is poo
The little voice inside my head is telling me what I should have said
All this poo's for you
And I had,
so much more to say
But then you left, left me here ya babe
Your just a throwaway
At the end of the sixteenth century mr Fitch gave my own love to me
He saw me struggling
Every ball mr wa gave to me, hollow with a clapper chime
a silky string, these dapper times
And I ran, I ran so far away
I just ran, I ran all night and day
And I ran, I couldn't get away
My favourite part of listening to this album is that after, I listen to bubble pop electric by g. Stefani. Without feeling weird.
(It's a little more melancholy than even if its true, which to be honest, is the only song I really care to listen to in the morning anymore. But that's because In The mornings I'm still butt's out optimistic on life and whatever.
Touching closer than closer is real - I can't hear what the lyrics are / I don't know what people are trying to communicate to me half the time - a lot of the words are being repeated / life is just a big swirly loop of repeated patterns and behaviors and life cycles and stardust becoming you, some unique being that isn't actually unique if you take into account alternate parallel universes, where chances are, you exist there already, atom for atom YOU. )
You definitely want to listen to change the subject when you're drunk - Blonde when you're sober.
Never make out to any part of this album, don't ruin this shit.
