воскресенье, 14 марта 2010
Пока мы ждём начала Гран-При Бахрейна, мне уже кажется, что голуби на моём балконе там живут на постоянной основе, завели там себе гнездо и разводят птенцов.
читать дальшеScratch my leg with a rusty nail
Sadly it heals
Color my hair but the dye grows out
I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem
Clean and so serene
See myself without ruining lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognize dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I wanna die
The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognize dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I wanna die
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognize dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I wanna die
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"'Die In The Summertime' was written before anything had happened to me, that was basically an old man looking back over his life, over his favourite period of youth. His childhood, basically. Everybody's got a perfect mental time of their life, and that's what that song is about. And it was written last summer." - Richey.