So I took my guitar
And I threw down some chords
And some words I could sing without shame
And I soon had a song
I played it around
For some friends but they all said the same
They said music’s for fools
You should go back to school
The future is prisms and math
So I did what they said
Now my children are fed
‘Cause they pay me to do what I’m asked
I forgot all my songs
The words now are wrong
And I burned my guitar in a rage
But the fire came to rest
In your white velvet breast
So somehow I just know that it’s safe
Las últimas tres líneas hacen la canción.
manija, deja de escuchar low, que vas a terminar haciendote mormon.
orchid – death of a modernist
When I die 1,000 birds will fly out of my mouth
Yo diria que las 3 lineas del 3er parrafo hacen la canción.
(el video es bastante feo)
Que gran disco the great destroyer.