Wednesday, February 25, 2009

We Move Through Time, Like Salt Moves Through Wine

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Thursday, February 19, 2009

hop a fence leave the street and wet my feet I'll find a swimming pool


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Banshee Beat by Animal Collective


Oh there'll be time, to get by, to get dry, after the swimming pool
Oh there'll be time, to just cry, i wonder why... it didn't work out
Oh there'll be time to fish fry, for letters by yours truly
Yours truly

Someone in my dictionary's up to no good I never find the very special words I should
the words they sting like a stump of old wasps
well i found new feelings at the feeling store

so I duck out and go down to find the swimming pool
hop a fence leave the street and wet my feet I'll find a swimming pool

And you can laugh a little
And you can laugh a little