Wednesday, December 23, 2009
confinement:
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I want you to know
when i look in your eyes
with every blow
comes another lie
you think its alright
you think its alright
you think its alright
you think its alright
can't you feel the knife?
can't you feel the knife?
can't you feel the knife?
can't you feel the knife?
with every blow
comes another lie
you think its alright
you think its alright
you think its alright
you think its alright
can't you feel the knife?
can't you feel the knife?
can't you feel the knife?
can't you feel the knife?
grizzly bear - knife
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Friday, December 18, 2009
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Wednesday, December 09, 2009
I slept all day
awoke with distaste
and I railed,
and I raved
That the difference between
the sprout and the bean
is a golden ring,
it is a twisted string.
And you can ask the counselor;
you can ask the king;
and they'll say the same thing;
and it's a funny thing:
Should we go outside?
Should we go outside?
Should we break some bread?
Are y'interested?
And as I said,
I slept as though dead
dreaming seamless dreams of lead.
When you go away,
I am big-boned and fey
in the dust of the day,
in the dirt of the day.
and Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat,
and Danger! Danger! drawing near them was a broad boat,
And the water! water! running clear beneath a white throat,
and the hollow chatter of the talking of the Tadpoles,
who know th'outside!
Should we go outside?
Should we break some bread?
Are y'interested?
Joanna Newsom - Sprout and the Bean
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