You having sex in the morning
Your love was foreign to me.
It made me think maybe
Human’s not such a bad thing to be.
But I just laid there in protest
Entirely fucked.
It’s such a stubborn reminder
One perfect night’s not enough.
You having sex in the morning
Your love was foreign to me.
It made me think maybe
Human’s not such a bad thing to be.
But I just laid there in protest
Entirely fucked.
It’s such a stubborn reminder
One perfect night’s not enough.
I just started Richard Hell’s autobiography today, and so I was listening to some East Coast classics. I’m reading it because 1) I love punk rock and 2) I’m moving to New York City on Saturday where Hell’s stories (of course) take place. Wish me luck please! The book is going well so far, and I will keep you, my loyal reader, posted.
Just a warning to all past lovers of blink-182 that the new album is quite terrible and not worth listening to. I am (mostly was) a fan of their self titled album and “Take off Your Pants and Jacket”, but their new album titled “California” is not even worth a listen.
A notable low point:
The last song is 30 seconds long and mostly drumming and then just “there’s something about you that I can’t quite put my finger in.” Then the album ends.
Gogol Bordello always makes me so happy and smiley in the morning. Also Eugene Hütz makes me laugh.
See! I’m not just a Beatles blog.