Love hunt me down
I can’t stand to be so dead behind the eyes
And feed me spark me up
A creature in my blood stream choose me up
So I can feel something
So I can feel something
Give me touch
‘Cause I’ve been missing it
I’m dreaming of
Strangers
Kissing me in the night
Just so I
Just so I
Can feel something
Can feel something
Can feel something
Can feel something
You steal me away
With your eyes and with your mouth
And just take me back to in your house
And stare at me with the lights off
To feel something
To feel something
To feel something
To feel something
In the night
In the night
In the night
When we touch
In the night
‘Cause I’ve been lusting it
by daughter. i have to confess there’s some emotional turmoil that swims under the river. some would even call it a rebound. from the fall of grace into depths of the big D, i’ve cling on to my daughter figuratively and literally. but tonight i am going to praise the band as oppose to the literal one. praise in an understatement but i don’t want to get my readers too excited. already from their first two eps, they easy jump into my top 20 overall artist played for all time on last fm. by the time the new album came out, they were at number 7 at 700 plays. musically, they’re a cross between sigur ros and cocteau twins for me. the music itself is more in the vien of siggie for somehow but the tenderness of the voice is what nails me to the coffin. in this ‘wrecked’ time i can use a bit of positive association with affirmation with the female gender. it’s been really hard looking back at the past 5 years of photos. never before in my life did i have to voluntarily triggered negative emotions through my most powerful sense. sometimes i wonder what a wreck i would be if i had to look through my high school images of myself. the lonesome boy, oh so typical. but now, looking through these 5 years has been such a rich roller of emotions. sometimes i think i should go see a therapist to talk it through. i know it would feel good to get it all out there. to feel some ‘reassurance’ that i did the ‘right’ thing. ironically my third eye is laughing about the ‘right’ thing. either way, late nights with MJ is a partially therapeutic session in gut wrenching streams of conscious.