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Dienstag, 3. Mai 2011
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 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
And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
I got no words for this...what an amazing live performance !! I can't wait for June - Berlin and Cologne ♥
You’re watching The Calendar Hung Itself - SXSW 2011. See the Web's top videos on AOL Video
Here's the whole show:
You’re watching Bright Eyes - SXSW 2011. See the Web's top videos on AOL Video
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.
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.
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