Wake
Första inlägget när julen är över och jag borde väl säga något om att julen var underbar och jättetrevlig and all that jazz, vilket den faktiskt var, men jag väljer att lägga in den här låten istället. Sitter här mitt i natten och lyssnar på massa musik som så många gånger förr och lyssnar just nu igenom Hospice av The Antlers. Ska köpa skivan så snart jag kan. Alla texter och melodier är bara så rätt. Jag är världens största sucker för bra texter, jag lever typ för musik känns det som ibland. Lever genom musiken. Låter andra sätta ord på känslor på en sätt jag antagligen aldrig kommer att kunna. Jag nöjer mig med att lyssna och känna och tänka. Låter andra skriva och musicera. Är obeskrivligt glad för att det finns så många kreativa och känsliga människor ute i världen.
Att leta, lyssna, hitta ny meningsfull musik mitt i natten är bland det bästa jag vet. Andra kanske tycker att det är alldeles för lugnt och jobbigt att lyssna på, men det gör inte jag som tur är. Det är liv genom melodi.
Det här är Wake. Av The Antlers. Såklart.
Att leta, lyssna, hitta ny meningsfull musik mitt i natten är bland det bästa jag vet. Andra kanske tycker att det är alldeles för lugnt och jobbigt att lyssna på, men det gör inte jag som tur är. Det är liv genom melodi.
Det här är Wake. Av The Antlers. Såklart.
With the door closed, shades drawn, the world shrinks.
Let's open up those blinds. But someone has to sweep the floor,
pick up her dirty clothes. That job's not mine.
Now that everyone's an enemy, my heart sinks.
Let's put away those claws.
I don't blame them for their curtains-calls because I pulled the rope.
I wanna call them back out for applause.
Spring and Thompson on the first of May is horrible.
We hid in catacombs. So now I'm sleeping next to mousetraps,
in a bed of all our clothes, while I hope that she won't come home.
It was easier to lock the doors and kill the phones than to show my skin,
because the hardest thing is never to repent for someone else,
it's letting people in.
Well you can come inside, unlock the door, take off your shoes.
But this might take all night,
to explain to you I would have walked out those sliding doors,
but the timing never seemed right.
When your helicopter came and tried to lift me out,
I put its rope around my neck.
And after that you didn't bother with the airlift or the rescue
- you knew just what to expect.
That with the door closed,
shades drawn, we're dead enough.
They don't open from outside.
And someone has to speak with their teeth behind their tongue,
to never let that right be denied.
We can't rely on photographs and visitation time,
but I just don't know where to begin.
I wanna bust down the door,
if you're willing to forgive.
I've go the keys, I'm letting people in.
Don't be scared to speak,
don't speak with someone's tooth,
don't bargain when you're weak,
don't take that sharp abuse.
Some patients can't be saved, but that burden's not on you.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Let's open up those blinds. But someone has to sweep the floor,
pick up her dirty clothes. That job's not mine.
Now that everyone's an enemy, my heart sinks.
Let's put away those claws.
I don't blame them for their curtains-calls because I pulled the rope.
I wanna call them back out for applause.
Spring and Thompson on the first of May is horrible.
We hid in catacombs. So now I'm sleeping next to mousetraps,
in a bed of all our clothes, while I hope that she won't come home.
It was easier to lock the doors and kill the phones than to show my skin,
because the hardest thing is never to repent for someone else,
it's letting people in.
Well you can come inside, unlock the door, take off your shoes.
But this might take all night,
to explain to you I would have walked out those sliding doors,
but the timing never seemed right.
When your helicopter came and tried to lift me out,
I put its rope around my neck.
And after that you didn't bother with the airlift or the rescue
- you knew just what to expect.
That with the door closed,
shades drawn, we're dead enough.
They don't open from outside.
And someone has to speak with their teeth behind their tongue,
to never let that right be denied.
We can't rely on photographs and visitation time,
but I just don't know where to begin.
I wanna bust down the door,
if you're willing to forgive.
I've go the keys, I'm letting people in.
Don't be scared to speak,
don't speak with someone's tooth,
don't bargain when you're weak,
don't take that sharp abuse.
Some patients can't be saved, but that burden's not on you.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.
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