Freitag, 22. April 2011

Oh Pinocchio, that nose will grow.

Tim Kasher...probably one of the most underrated singer songwriters of all time.
I wonder why this song never made it on an album...I know that it became "Driftwood" by Cursive later, but actually I prefer this version more ..

Oh Valentine, you were never mine
So nevermind my resentment towards you, or reasons for killing you
A fling for the winter, a bed full of splinters
So here's your records back,
I made sure all of them were smashed
Only half the damage you did behind my back
Here's the telephone, I won't be needing one at all
'Cause if you ever call me I'd probably die of shock

(I know about whom you wrote that song...)

Dienstag, 22. März 2011

Montag, 21. März 2011

Samstag, 19. März 2011

Donnerstag, 17. März 2011

It's cool, we can still be friends.

Remember the card you sent me? Well, it's cool, we can still be friends..

And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer.
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer.
Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare .
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there.

I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies.
I see through them all the time.

I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so, so drunk.
That I pass out,
forget your face,
by the time I wake up.

Kind of a stupid game. Isn't it?

How come we play war and not peace?