Bright Eyes - I believe in symmetry
Tekst :
Some plans were made and rice was thrown
A house was built, a baby born
How time can move both fast and slow
Amazes me
And so I raise my glass to symmetry
To the second hand and its accuracy
To the actual size of everything
The desert is the sand
You can t hold it in your hand
It won t bow to your demands
There s no difference you can make
There s no difference you can make
And if it seems like an accident
A collage of senselessness
You aren t looking hard enough
I wasn t looking hard enough at it
An argument for consciousness
The instinct of the blind insect
Who makes love to the flower bed
And dies in the first freeze
Oh I want to learn such simple things
No politics, no history
Till what I want and what I need
Can finally be the same
I just got myself to blame
Is everything up to fate
When there s choices I could make
When there s choices I could make
Yeah, my heart needs a polygraph
Always so eager to pack my bags
When I really wanna stay
When I really wanna stay
When I wanna stay [4x]
The arc of time, the stench of sex
The innocence you can t protect
Each quarter note, each marble step
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef
Each wanting the next one
Each wanting the next one to arrive
Each wanting the next one
Each wanting the next one to arrive
An argument for consciousness
The instinct of the blind insect
Who never thinks
Not to accept its fate, that s faith
There is happiness in death
You get to the next one
You get to the next on down the line
You get to the next one
You get to the next on down the line
The levity of longing that
Distills each dream inside my head
By morning watered down forget
On silver stars I wish and wish and wish
From one to the next one
From one to the next right down the line
From one to the next one
From one to the next right down the line
You get to the next one
You get to the next on down the line
You get to the next one
You get to the next on down the line
Inne utwory
Black comedy Easy lucky free The center of the world If the brakeman turns my way Puella quam amo est pulchra We must sing Woke up with this song The joy in descovery Everything must belong somewhere Tripped The big picture A poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction Gold mine gutted I must belong somewhere Ouija Well whiskey The first Noel Losowe utwory
My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz
I was born in 1-9-7-6, at Biosfet hospital, located in Long Island, NY
I am 6 foot, four I weigh 2-0-0 pounds
I have brown hair and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food
I have two brothers, Chris and Graham
and two parents, Paul and...
Ma niewidzialny świat
Ulotny niczym wiatr
Na piasku stawia dom
Choć fala rozmyje go
Nie ma nic więc czemu marzy
Żeby nią przez chwilę być
Ref.
Widzę ją kiedy zamykam oczy
Uśmiecha się
Nigdy najdłużej jej nie zatrzymam
Choć bardzo chcę
Oswaja chłód i deszcz
Pod bosą...
Jak maczo chciałem być jak stal
panienek sznur wiał
patrzyłem na to jak jakiś kat
jak król jak mag
niżej pasa to był strzał mit prysnął a z nim ja
gdy dotarł do mnie fakt
że Bogiem nie jestem i nie mam szans
Aaa jestem słaby tak
jak starca płacz...
Friends will agree
with a pregnant pause
and silently
draw out their claws
It s hard to say no to your face
running away s as easy as running in place
Yes means it s hard to say no to you
and...
Every night I keep prayin that you love me
Every night I keep prayin that you do-oo
cause I know that my life would be worthless
Without you, (without you ) without you (without you), without you
Every night I keep prayin...