Wtorek 15 Kwi 2008, 13:12
This is a mixtape I just found between the hills of books and CDs in my room. Probably it's about one and a half year old. The first time I listened to it after it's discovery was while making some pasta. But the main reason for calling it "The Pasta Mixtape" is, because it reminds me of an evening with an old friend and her best friend. She made some pasta for us (of course vegetarian) and right after that we watched directions. Yay…so this is the mixtape:
Now I'm feeling flat you seem mile away
I'm so tired that down on the pavement I'll lay
Till the blossom on the tree comes falling on me
Fall on me
Strolling the hill,
Overlooking the shore,
I realize I've been here before.
The shadow in the mist
Could have been anyone -
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
I know I've been a liar and I know I've been a fool
I hope we didn't break yet, but I'm glad we broke the rules
My cave is deep now, yet your light is shining through
I cover my eyes, still all I see is you
All I see are dark Grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask "Is something wrong?"
I think "You're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."
Everything rises, going at it all.
All the surprises in a size too small.
And what if I told you
I was still in love with this?
Lead me to the edge dont stop
Beauty always had a cost
And as the air slips from our lungs
Well sing songs of love
Oh love, oh love…
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,
I click my heels,
Get the devils in line,
A list of things I could lay the blame on,
Might give me a way out
See, to her this just feels weird
And very, very, very sad
But she won't cry
She won't cry
She'll come home, baby
If you take it all back
Oh, I still believe
Will I ever wake from this dream
To untie all the ships saling away from me?
I should know who i am by now,
I walk, the record stands somehow
Thinkin' of winter
Your name is the splinter inside me
While i wait…
I'm dying to know
Do you do you like dreaming of things
So impossible or only the practical
Or ever the wild or waiting through all your bad bad days
I think that i'm just tired
I think i need a new tow, to leave this all behind…
I think i need a sunrise, i'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice…
Why can't you shoulder the blame
Coz both my shoulders are heavy
From the weight of us both
I have become,
An ariel view.
Of a coastal town,
That you once knew.
When I am alone
When I’ve thrown off the weight of this crazy stone
When I've lost all care for the things I own
That's when I miss you, that's when I miss you, that's when I miss you