Some kind of vulgar translation of love
Between you and I, I always felt too tired
I sat up to thank my lucky stars
But the sky was too gray and too uninspired
No doubt!
an acquintace once told me at a manon meurt concert that he could write a computer program capable of generating dozens of songs that sound just like the band. well, good luck at that, pal! meanwhile, i'll stick to this beauty that transports me into shoegaze heaven every time i hear it. Don Armadillo