This seems appropriate, given recent events. If youre not a fan of the Shins yet do yourself a favour. The Rifles Spiral Dead lungs command it You pour your life down the rifles spiral And show us youve earned it The Clerics fog will recede right before your eyes So long to this wretched form Them gray eyes on the subway Long before you were born You were always to be a dagger floating Straight to their heart Listen now, we wont tell anyone But youre gonna tell the world This whole life aint been any fun Now your viscera unfurls As you rise, rise from your burning fiat Go, go get my suitcase. Would ya? Youve thoroughly blown their minds And now I must have passage; only lifes Two veins from your heart Youre not invisible, now You just dont exist Your mother must be so proud You sublimate yourself, granting us a wish Primitive mirror on the wall To fortify your grim resolve Amid the glitz of a shopping mall Another grain of indigent salt for the sea Good night to these wretched forms All them gray eyes on the subway So long before you were born You were always to be a dagger floating Straight to their heart
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 23:13:09 +0000
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