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I'm the kind of guy that can go from Bombs Over Baghdad: Bible Music Electric Revival to singing to myself a beautiful sweet love lost song --
Blonde on blonde is becoming sad to me now. But I still think you would be a better world if you had heard it: Nada Surf - "Blonde on Blonde".... on my portable stereo... it's a lullaby from a giant golden radio it's a lullaby ... from wonderwoman's radio. You can't hear the music when you read this, but it's there and it's great. Guns and Roses do a good instrumental Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
My mom commented on my favorite Austin landmark. She said it reminder her of Superman. I told her I call it the fortress of solitude. I am not sure what that means.
I write too much sweetness, from Serendipity to you...
Slow piano notes drift, they don't travel
Like you, and your head, running too fast
Off the cliff, what are you running from
Coming back to life can hurt like hell
Without the grace of your handshake
And the scent of sex and shampoo
I know bad music when I hear it.
But I don't know bad writing when I write it. It's all bad. I want to smile at you...
Blonde on blonde is becoming sad to me now. But I still think you would be a better world if you had heard it: Nada Surf - "Blonde on Blonde".... on my portable stereo... it's a lullaby from a giant golden radio it's a lullaby ... from wonderwoman's radio. You can't hear the music when you read this, but it's there and it's great. Guns and Roses do a good instrumental Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
My mom commented on my favorite Austin landmark. She said it reminder her of Superman. I told her I call it the fortress of solitude. I am not sure what that means.
I write too much sweetness, from Serendipity to you...
Slow piano notes drift, they don't travel
Like you, and your head, running too fast
Off the cliff, what are you running from
Coming back to life can hurt like hell
Without the grace of your handshake
And the scent of sex and shampoo
I know bad music when I hear it.
But I don't know bad writing when I write it. It's all bad. I want to smile at you...
