Monday, June 19

sitting alone in the dark of a stadium, he whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar. with the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies. chords into church bells, fill up the allies. lovers intwine in the heat of the night and by dawn are apart in the shivering silences. we will pretend, that its all just made up...

first monday of holidays. can you tell i'm not excited? *doesn't dance around excitedly* yeah. just makes me feel old. only 60 days left of high school. ever. scary. really. scary.
anyway. Thursday have a new album out (a city by the light divided), which is pretty fucking awesome. but, after i bought it, i was reading an article in 'beat' or 'impress' or one of those magazines and i read that thursday disowned their previous album. which i assumed to be "war all the time". that album would have to be one of my favourite albums, i like it that little more than "a city.." . the latest is a bit more musically deep, but i don't connect with it as well as "war all the time". to hear that they disowned their own music genious is disheartening. i think i should search the web for why... thursday are awesome, listen them sometime.

When he's all alone, the lovesong writer sings... oooh, can anyone hear me now? but no one hears at all, the lovesong writer sits all alone, when he hears the sound of the knock at the door. 50 red roses, falling apart, in the hands of someone that you scraped in and left behind. all of the others strolled up and showed up at your door, staring you down they said...:

sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now. sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now... we already are... (the lovesong writer - thursday)

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