Turquoise boy
"Ha-ha...okay, dog..."
Turquoise boy, I must confess to you,
sweet liberation has come
You are a legend in a lovely game,
but now I feel I must run
Turquoise boy, the sky is calling me
Sweet isolation in the sun
You are a soldier in a sad charade
How do you lose what's never found?
Turquoise boy, I must confess to you,
sweet liberation has come
You are a legend in a lovely game,
but now I feel I must run
----
Funny that one of my favourite Sonic Youth's songs is called "Turquoise Boy". I wish I could swallow a pil now and never wake up. My creative directors favourite three words are "Make it big". My souls worn thin, I feel like burnt rubber. Does my future lie in the sink?
Turquoise boy, I must confess to you,
sweet liberation has come
You are a legend in a lovely game,
but now I feel I must run
Turquoise boy, the sky is calling me
Sweet isolation in the sun
You are a soldier in a sad charade
How do you lose what's never found?
Turquoise boy, I must confess to you,
sweet liberation has come
You are a legend in a lovely game,
but now I feel I must run
----
Funny that one of my favourite Sonic Youth's songs is called "Turquoise Boy". I wish I could swallow a pil now and never wake up. My creative directors favourite three words are "Make it big". My souls worn thin, I feel like burnt rubber. Does my future lie in the sink?
posted by 100hands at Wednesday, October 04, 2006
1 Comments:
Your grass may still be greener yet. Give it time, give it time. Otherwise, you could always come back to the sandbox...it's nice and suffocatingly murderous here, very nice indeed...
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