Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Leif Ericsson-Interpol

"She says that it helps with the lights out her rabid glow is like
braille 2 the night she swears I'm a slave to the details but if your
life is such a big joke why should I care...
She feels that my sentimental side should be held w/kids gloves she
doesn't know I left my urge in the icebox she swears I was prey for the
female so hook me up & throw me babycakes cos I like to get thrown"

These lyrics make no sense to me yet somehow touch a primordial chord
which baffles me. I have to listen to it again and again.

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