Skulle ønske dataen eller lommeboka hadde tålt det om jeg hadde lastet ned altslags og kjøpte altslags av musikk som jeg klør sånn i fingrene etter å sjekke ut. Når jeg surfer last’fm og finner noen som bare har et drit kult øye for musikk. Ihvertfall hvis de har en link til en blogg eller en liste med filmer de har sett og liker. Damn, noen mennesker er så kule.
Jeg skulle ønske jeg hadde lastet ned/kjøpt resten av albumene til Mew. Og at jeg var en Lou Reed-fanatiker. At jeg hørte kjempe mye på Tool. At jeg kunne de fleste sangen til Beatles, at jeg likte kun et album av Radiohead(som ikke er in rainbows). At jeg hørte kjempe mye på electronica. At The Flaming lips var yndlingsbandet mitt, og at jeg hadde en Sonic Youth t-skjorte. Pixies, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Smashing Pumpkins. Skulle ønske jeg var mye kulere, rett og slett.
Her kommer forøvring sangen jeg vil begraves til:
Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
through these walls the winter bites, a draft from all
sides.
Why did you not include me on your list?
Let me in through the ceiling. White lips kissed. Our love is a fickle love,
keeps itself locked in a suitcase.
To be ready to go always.
I won’t cry when the silver lining shows,
but you’re right, you understand, you ride with both
hands.
Worrying is the breathing that you need,
So there won’t be far to fall, you mustn’t climb tall.
Things that are supposed to mean lots, leave you cold.
And with a malady of the soul.
Our love is a tricky love,
bet you know this, bet you noticed.
Bet you know, which is why.
I should know better than anyone ever could.
Soon as I let go, everything falls apart.
I won’t cry when the silver lining shows,
but you’re right, you understand, you ride with both
hands.
Worrying is the breathing that you need,
So there won’t be far to fall, you mustn’t climb tall.
Wake me up, only nightmares take me in
through these walls the winter bites, a draft from all
sides.
Of course you can, there are diamonds in demand,
It’s a shame and as you know the stain will not go.
Vakker sang..
Ja.