i'll put on my fake moustache

Κυριακή 20 Φεβρουαρίου 2011

iii


pitakia mou gluka.

la petite tarte psycho

5 σχόλια:

Ανώνυμος είπε...

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παπχια είπε...

πιτααα πια ποτε θα σε δουμε;;
(αυτο με την αλικη ξεπερνα την τελειοτητα)

Ανώνυμος είπε...

κι ηθελα να σου πω
οτι σε ανακαλυψα
(γιατι το διαρκω ειναι προτιμοτερο απτο καιγομαι; )
η αννυ διαβαζει το βιβλιο αυτο και ειναι ααα

Ανώνυμος είπε...

gt ta svhses ola, auth ein h vasikh erwthsh

dn exw karta

Ανώνυμος είπε...

The past is a grotesque animal and in it's eyes you see
Dm
how completely wrong you can be
F
how completely wrong you can be
Gm
the sun is out it melts the snow that fell yesterday
Bb Dm
makes you wonder why it bothered


Dm
i fell in love with the first cute girl that i met
Gm
who could appreciate George Bataille
Bb Dm
standing at a Swedish festival discussing the "story of the eye"
F
discussing the "story of the eye"


Gm
it's so embarrassing to need someone like i do you
Bb Dm
how can i explain i need you here and not here too
F
how can i explain i need you here and not here too


Gm
I'm flunking out i'm gone i'm just gone
Bb Dm
but at least i author my own disaster
F
at least i author my own disaster


Gm
performance breakdown and i don't want to hear it
Bb
i'm just not available
Dm
things could be different but they're not
F
things could be different but they're not
Gm
the mousy girl screams "violence! violence!"

the mousy girl screams "violence! violence!"
Bb
she gets hysterical
Dm
cause they're both so mean and it's my favorite scene
Gm
but the cruelty's so predictable it makes you sad on the stage
Bb
though our love project has so much potential

but it's like we weren't made for this world
Dm F
though i wouldn't really want to meet someone who was


Gm
do i have to scream in your face?
Bb
i've been dodging lamps and vegetables

throw it all in my face
Dm
i don't care

let's just have some fun
Bb
let's tear this shit apart

let's tear the fucking house apart
Gm
let's tear our fucking bodies apart
Bb
but let's just have some fun


Dm
somehow you've red rovered the gestapo circling my heart

and nothing can defeat you no death no ugly world
Gm
you've lived so brightly you've altered everything
Bb
i find myself searching for old selves
Dm F Gm
while speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells


Bb
i've played the unraveler the parhelion
Dm
but even Apocalypse is fleeting there's no death no ugly world
Gm
sometimes i wonder if you're mythologizing me like i do you
Bb
mythologizing me like i do you
Dm
we want our film to be beautiful not realistic
F
perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
Gm
and you can betray me
Bb
you can

you can betray me

Dm
but teach me something wonderful
F
crown my head crowd my head with your lilting effects

project your fears on to me i need to view them
Gm
see there's nothing to them
Bb
i promise you there's nothing to them
Dm
i'm so touched by your goodness you make me feel so criminal
F Gm
how do you keep it together? i'm all all unraveled
Bb
but you know no matter where we are we're always touching by underground wires


Dm
i've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
F
but most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
Gm
and none of our secrets are physical
Bb
none of our secrets are physical
Bb Dm
none of our secrets are physical now