Best find from my childhood bedroom- my high school iPod. Full of Thom Yorke, DMX + Cream.
Best find from my childhood bedroom- my high school iPod. Full of Thom Yorke, DMX + Cream.
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be
…
Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And that’s prob’ly where they’ll bury me
Well, I try my best,
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They say, “Sing while you slave”…and I just get bored
Every living thing, pushed into the ring: fight it out to wow the crowd.
Guess you thought you could just watch… No one’s getting out without stadium love
I wish I could buy back the woman you stole
My hair this week has been thrice compared to the women in this Robert Palmer classic. I personally think that’s a good thing.
Excuse me while I put on my red lip…
They only want you when you’re seventeen
When you’re twenty-one
You’re no fun.
Loser loner whatever
De quoi de quoi as tu peur?
Elle t’admires depuis deux heures
Ils seront partis dans une heure
Repeat. Pause. Repeat.
They say that in war/ That truth be the first casualty
Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don’t even own a TV
