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Kitrina
Apr 23, 2010 23:47:28 GMT -5
Post by Kitrina on Apr 23, 2010 23:47:28 GMT -5
Tori Amos - "Northern Lad"A way to look at her relationship with Chris. Had a northern lad, Well, not exactly had. He moved like the sunset God, who painted that? First he love my accent, How his knees could bend. I thought we'd be okay, Me and my molasses.
But I feel something's wrong, But I fell this cake just isn't done. Don't say that you-- Don't...
And if you could see me now, Said if you could see me now... Girls, you've got to know when it's time to turn the page, When you're only wet because of the rain.
He don't show much these days. It gets so fucking cold. I loved his secret places, but I can't go anymore "You change like sugar cane," Says me northern lad. I guess you go too far when pianos try to be guitars.
I feel the west in you, And I feel it falling apart, too. Don't say that you-- Don't...
And if you could see me now, Said if you could see me now... Girls, you've got to know when it's time to turn the page, When you're only wet because of the rain. When you're only wet because of the rain. What do you guys think..?
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Kitrina
May 8, 2010 23:07:51 GMT -5
Post by Kitrina on May 8, 2010 23:07:51 GMT -5
Ani DiFranco - "Slide"she was hungry, so hungry she was trying to think clear she kept opening the fridge door staring at the mustard and the beer
then finally she went out into the rain carrying her bicycle chain and her feet were the pedals while her appetite steered and after that she just followed her nose and fate is not just whose cooking smells good but which way the wind blows
she lay down in her party dress and never got up needless to say she missed the party she just got sad then she got stuck
she was bending like something brittle trying hard to bend she was numb with the terror of losing her best friend we never see things changing we only see them ending
and some vicious whispering voice kept saying you have no choice you have....
'cause when I look at you I squint you are that beautiful and my pussy is a tractor, and this is a tractor pull and I am haunted by my illicit exquisite dream but I can't really wake up so I just drift in between thinking the glass is half-empty, and thinking it's not quite full
the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride try to hit the brakes and you slide slide slide slide
the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride try to hit the brakes and you slide slide slide slide slide slide slide slide slide....
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Kitrina
May 27, 2010 8:43:48 GMT -5
Post by Kitrina on May 27, 2010 8:43:48 GMT -5
Bjork - "Hyperballad"Two ways to look at this song for Kitrina--one) past: relationship with Chris is hard, but her codependency keeps her with him despite the pain, a forced thought that all was well ignoring suicidal ideation, and two) current: liking Munkustrap, still having fears of her past with Chris, not sure what the deal with Munk actually is, but not caring because she feels safe. we live on a mountain right at the top there's a beautiful view from the top of the mountain every morning i walk towards the edge and throw little things off like: car-parts, bottles and cutlery, or whatever i find lying around
it's become a habit, a way to start the day
i go through this before you wake up so i can feel happier to be safe up here with you
it's real early morning, no one is awake i'm back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow with my eyes 'til they crash, imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks and when it lands, will my eyes be closed or open?
i'll go through all this before you wake up so i can feel happier to be safe up here with you
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