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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 31 2006, 06:23 PM (95 Views) | |
| Arienette | Oct 31 2006, 06:23 PM Post #1 |
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The Calendar Hung Itself Lyrics Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your breath? Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile there's a thousand more you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally Well, I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every city, memories would whisper: "Here is where you rest." I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You are my sunshine, my only sunshine I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote, You make me happy oh!! when skies are gray You make me happy oh!! when skies are gray and gray and gray. Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those dying days. For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed. And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid. |
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| Lilian | Jan 14 2007, 07:46 PM Post #2 |
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esta ha sido mi favorita ultimamente me encanta <3 |
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| BrightEyed | Jan 15 2007, 02:48 PM Post #3 |
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Administrator: I've got the power!
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Es buenisima como ella sola! PD: sientanse todos libres de agregar mas letras aqui! |
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| Oblivion | Mar 17 2007, 02:53 PM Post #4 |
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the calendar hung itself esta definitivamente entre mis favoritas ^^ |
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| Oblivion | Apr 8 2007, 05:27 PM Post #5 |
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you make me happy, wa! (8) xD! amo esa parte |
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| Poison_Oak | Jun 5 2007, 12:58 PM Post #6 |
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No se si este tema fue un single, ES BUENISIMO!!!!, tiene de todo, creo que es el mas eclectico del ábum, ademas que la letra es una locura, mi parte favorita es cuando Conor canta: [size=1]You make me happy oh!! when skies are gray You make me happy oh!! when skies are gray and gray and gray.[/size] Se le oye muy loco! El está loco! ESO ME GUSTA!!!! LO AMO!!!! PAPASITO!!!! |
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