Down and Dusky Blonde

  • 專輯:God Help the Girl - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
  • 發行:2014-08-19
  • 演唱:God Help The Girl
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I fried my head, I'm not a brunette
I'm a down and dusky blonde
I am living in a tree
When I lie in bed I see
Beyond my lover's head the moon, I hear the rain
I am conscious of my voice as a tool
It's more demure
Than your friend the singing queen
With her matinee good looks
She talks like talking from a book
I speak the language of my village, of my street
But I need a friend and I choose you
I tell you the way I feel
The truth is crushing like a heel
I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too
Tell me tales of punk rockin' girls
It's a dim and distant page
But I mostly blame my age
Please make allowances for me
I do not see
It's a drag that you're getting old
I love to think about the year
When we sobbed and then we cheered
The town deserted like a film
The sun was baking dust for fun
Trees were withering by the day
Your torso crushing me
Into the country and the tunnels and the fields
But I need a friend and I choose you
I tell you the way I feel
The truth is crushing like a heel
I will forget the kiss and feel if you will do
I read a book a day, like an apple
But I did not eat
And so the doctor came to me
He said a woman does not live
By the printed word
Forgive yourself and eat
Autumn sped along outside
Trick photography on speed
I was locked inside a room
They made a deal, they would control
The simple things like bodies
But I kept my soul
When I needed someone I chose you
Because the fledgling soul awakes
And on the balcony she quakes
And she is waiting for the sign
And when the brother does not come
And when the sister's much to you, she chooses you


      • 專輯:God Help the Girl - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
      • 發行:2014-08-19
      • 演唱:God Help The Girl
      字型

      I fried my head, I'm not a brunette
      I'm a down and dusky blonde
      I am living in a tree
      When I lie in bed I see
      Beyond my lover's head the moon, I hear the rain
      I am conscious of my voice as a tool
      It's more demure
      Than your friend the singing queen
      With her matinee good looks
      She talks like talking from a book
      I speak the language of my village, of my street
      But I need a friend and I choose you
      I tell you the way I feel
      The truth is crushing like a heel
      I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too
      Tell me tales of punk rockin' girls
      It's a dim and distant page
      But I mostly blame my age
      Please make allowances for me
      I do not see
      It's a drag that you're getting old
      I love to think about the year
      When we sobbed and then we cheered
      The town deserted like a film
      The sun was baking dust for fun
      Trees were withering by the day
      Your torso crushing me
      Into the country and the tunnels and the fields
      But I need a friend and I choose you
      I tell you the way I feel
      The truth is crushing like a heel
      I will forget the kiss and feel if you will do
      I read a book a day, like an apple
      But I did not eat
      And so the doctor came to me
      He said a woman does not live
      By the printed word
      Forgive yourself and eat
      Autumn sped along outside
      Trick photography on speed
      I was locked inside a room
      They made a deal, they would control
      The simple things like bodies
      But I kept my soul
      When I needed someone I chose you
      Because the fledgling soul awakes
      And on the balcony she quakes
      And she is waiting for the sign
      And when the brother does not come
      And when the sister's much to you, she chooses you

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