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Blur
Dec 23, 2005 9:14:03 GMT -6
Post by Laura on Dec 23, 2005 9:14:03 GMT -6
a/n: it's not really that dark but it's kind of sad in a way. Not in a "I'm going to cry sense" but more like a disappointing sad.
Back story: girl finds musician playing at local bar. Girl finds him extremely talented. Asks him to talk about his music. Takes her home to talk music. Ends in sex. Regret.
Blur
I'm still smudged into your covers I'm still lying faceless on your sheets but I question: whose bed am I in?
you turned me around with your voice it captured a dead part of me and I came to you for an answer -
all your hard work, I wonder if it's for something when you took me home I was expecting tones, layers, vibrations of music sheets of notes not sheets of our skin rubbing against one another
all your hard work - I wonder if it's for something
I'm still here perfuming your shower you'll never wash me out of there I'm still here pressing my fingers to the wall paper you have my identity smeared across your house
you were excited but not happy and I wondered if I just listened instead of giving in - if I could have changed that
and all your hark work I wonder if it's for something something more than this...
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Blur
Apr 16, 2006 13:44:01 GMT -6
Post by Absinthe on Apr 16, 2006 13:44:01 GMT -6
"and all your hark work I wonder if it's for something something more than this..."
I liked this. I've said it before and I'll say it again....you definitely have talent.
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