8.04.2009

the humans are dead

I was in marseille this weekend and had so much fun! but I'll post about it probably after I've written in my journal ... maybe tomorrow ...

in the meantime, seriously media-delayed as I am, I just watched flight of the conchords for the first time, and here's a couple of my favorites, the ones that made me laugh so hard I cried in a public place in france, which got me some interesting looks, but I was laughing so hard I didn't care. have fun. family disclaimer (hi family!) cussing (bye family!)





and florence and the machine's album finally came out. even though this song and video were already released. I bought just this one until I get home and get amanda's copy. cause hey, then I can actually look at the cover. sweet.



yeah. she's amazing. and here are some lyrics that seem strangely applicable. it's hard to find lyrics that aren't applicable these days. but hey, I'm the last person in the world you have to convince that expression is therapeutic. believe me. I know. and I look for it everywhere.

rabbit heart (raise it up)

the looking glass so shiny and new
how quickly the glamour fades
I start spinning slipping out of time
was that the wrong pill to take
you made a deal and now it seems you have to offer up
but will it ever be enough
it's not enough

here I am a rabbit hearted girl
frozen in the headlights
it seems I've made the final sacrifice

we raise it up this offering
we raise it up

this is a gift it comes with a price
who is the lamb and who is the knife
midas is king and he holds me so tight
and turns me to gold in the sunlight

I look around but I can't find you
if only I could see your face
instead of rushing towards the skyline
I wish that I could just be brave

I must become a lion hearted girl
ready for a fight
before I make the final sacrifice

we raise it up this offering
we raise it up

this is a gift it comes with a price
who is the lamb and who is the knife
midas is king and he holds me so tight
and turns me to gold in the sunlight

raise it up raise it up

and in the spring I shed my skin
and it blows away with the changing wind
the waters turn from blue to red
as towards the sky I offer it

this is a gift it comes with a price
who is the lamb and who is the knife
midas is king and he holds me so tight
and turns me to gold in the sunlight

this is a gift

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