zondag 15 maart 2009

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Anti-Anti by Snowden

I huff gasoline from your shirt
and blur the questions that no one could ever answer
I empty my head of all that I know
seems like the best view is the one from below

we are anti-movements, we are anti-anti
one time we believed but now we don't even try
and I can't cut a rug, without my fashion drugs
inebriation leads revelation

gettin' down in the town that makes no sound
you say there's nothing wrong but I don't hear it

I will burn your love letters in a parking deck
where I have harbored great things that I will never confess
we keep fresh paint on the countenance
now we keep it simple but make it more complex

we are anti-movements, we are anti-anti
one time we believed but now it's passé and cliché
and she'll say anything to make you move again
but is it the truth? I don't care if it is


I love his voice! I find the way he sings the lines on the music very refreshing, I've never heard anything like it before. You should listen it.


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