my savior still my sin
Tänkte dela med mig av några av mina favoritlåtar och varför jag gillar dem. Vet inte ens varför men någon liten stackare kanske är intresserad iallafall. Hursomhlet:
- Foundations-Kate Nash . Asså Kate Nash över huvudtaget borde ni lyssna på för hennes texter är riktigt roliga men samtidigt svinbra. Dessutom sjunger hon på brittiska liksom kan de ens vara dåligt?
- Such small hands-La Dispute . Denna behöver man lyssna på ett par gånger för den är så underlig, men jag är verkligen besatt av den. Det är något skumt med den som gör att jag älskar den råmassor.
- You Only Live Once-The Strokes . The Strokes har jag sån sjuk hype på. Det är så himla mycket måbra i deras låtar.
- Beth/Rest (Rare book room version)- Bon Iver . Denna är min gråtlåt nummer 1. Asså den är så fin och när falsetten kommer bryter man ihop i en hög jag skojar inte.
- California-Joni Mitchell Denna är en dansaensampåmittrumisolskenochmåbra låt.
Detta är min spotifylista för er som är ännu mer intresserade: regnbågar, kattungar och guldklimpar.
Självdisciplin/totalpanik.
And I wake to the wail.
Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill,
Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon;
Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me.
So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets.
But complain about my face and the pain in my feet,
As I notch up another year until we're all past it.
And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take.
And I wake to the wail.
Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill,
Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon;
Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me.
So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets.
But complain about my face and the pain in my feet,
As I notch up another year until we're all past it.
And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take.
The noose around my neck has tightened too much to take.
Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill,
Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon;
Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me.
So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets.
But complain about my face and the pain in my feet,
As I notch up another year until we're all past it.
And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take.
And I wake to the wail.
Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill,
Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon;
Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me.
So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets.
But complain about my face and the pain in my feet,
As I notch up another year until we're all past it.
And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take.
The noose around my neck has tightened too much to take.