Why Don't You Stop Right Now?
Sep. 6th, 2003 02:04 pmI bought The Raveonettes:
Remember when the heat could
Knock you off your feet
I remember when the streets would
still be good to me
Summer is not really gone, my cold is not really gone, the weekend is not on. A perfect day and i'm listening to 50's girl groups/Jesus & Mary Chain/The Primitives through a Danish Duo. He is called Sune Rose Wagner and she is Sharin Foo:
Changing your strut when you know I'm behind you
Changing your ways cause you don't know what to do
I only wanna tell you
How I feel inside
If only you could listen
Try to change your mind
But I haven't been able to talk about what I feel, in this journal, for ages. I'm disguised under words and games. I've been hacking pieces of phlegm. I try to swallow them back down and imagine it's just spit. The few times i lugged them into the sink, I saw tiny green pre-cooked pieces of Chicken McNuggets. That's what my cold tastes like.
I wish The Raveonettes would stop by my apartment, wearing their campy leather outfits, riding motorbikes and:
Chewin' on a whip your little dress is tight
Gonna make me burn gonna make it right
Tell your little stories and I'll never hope
That I'll end up right beside you when it comes
The end of the weekend... that's what will come.
Remember when the heat could
Knock you off your feet
I remember when the streets would
still be good to me
Summer is not really gone, my cold is not really gone, the weekend is not on. A perfect day and i'm listening to 50's girl groups/Jesus & Mary Chain/The Primitives through a Danish Duo. He is called Sune Rose Wagner and she is Sharin Foo:
Changing your strut when you know I'm behind you
Changing your ways cause you don't know what to do
I only wanna tell you
How I feel inside
If only you could listen
Try to change your mind
But I haven't been able to talk about what I feel, in this journal, for ages. I'm disguised under words and games. I've been hacking pieces of phlegm. I try to swallow them back down and imagine it's just spit. The few times i lugged them into the sink, I saw tiny green pre-cooked pieces of Chicken McNuggets. That's what my cold tastes like.
I wish The Raveonettes would stop by my apartment, wearing their campy leather outfits, riding motorbikes and:
Chewin' on a whip your little dress is tight
Gonna make me burn gonna make it right
Tell your little stories and I'll never hope
That I'll end up right beside you when it comes
The end of the weekend... that's what will come.