13, loves music,friends, photography, drawing and travelling.
#adventchallenge You've made this place so cosy, The chesnuts are slowly roasting, It barely seems a year since I left The snowmans on the telly, A stash of mince pies for santa's belly I think...
Forget tales of campfires Give me Tarmac, Grit and lust I don't know if I love you, I could but is it just...
We'll journey to Corran Sands Run to the waves hand in hand Feel the sands between our toes I know we'll be fine.
When the stars align And the churchbells chime She'll flee with her red hair flowing Fighting against the wailing wind blowing To escape the monsters stalking her on the moor.
Come with me my dear To the hills with the dalmatian snow We'll spend many a happy noon Listening to the Larks of the Redwood Fells Turn back time with me my dear, Remember the travelling fayre.
I built a den for me and you Fairy lights and records I bought new From my friends at the record store We'll camp here, all throughout the night Smoking, drinking, laughing, playing, fight Take away...
Take me down to the bridge by the river, Tell no-body, Drop me into the icy waters, Mourn me.
You may hear a lot about rain. You may hear that it hides even the heaviest tears, the most sorrowful of sorrows, the worst of you away.
As you slowly strummed your guitar at the speed of the snow falling outside, I hummed a traditional tune that's meaning had been warped by the ravages winters past.
Ramblings, bramblings, knitted cardigans unravelling, The underbush, a blunderbuss, stumbling and bumbling, Seeds groping, hurt ankles loping, a cup of soup for coping.
Mist swirls around my feet as I enter the clearing where we used to meet, It's colder now, more bleak, The air fills my nose with the freezing reek of winter.
When the stars align, And the churchbells chime, She'll run back with her red hair flowing, Fighting against the wind that's blowing, To escape the monsters that creep along the moor.
Come on, get up, you miserable lot, We've got a party going on, or can you not spot The keyboard, drums, bass and guitar, You can try to run away but you won't get far, Cause we've locked the doors,...
Tyree sits on the leaf-littered ground with her knees against her chin and her white, ring-covered hands crossed across her shins. The taste of denim touches upon her tongue.
I'm back from the deadened world of procrastination, To tell you stories and sing you songs.
Hold me, as the frigid stream flows past our blue, bare feet, As the mist hovers above the water, As the wind howls among the tussocks and reeds.
Hold me, as the frigid stream flows past our blue, bare feet, As the mist hovers above the water, As the wind howls among the tussocks and reeds.
We wired our hearts to a nebula, and exploded peacefully with golden sparks in my back yard. I wonder what the neighbours thought, as our naked bodies were slowly hurled against the darkened bricks.
And we sunk through the mire, forever arguing. I produced the thread as we both grew weary of the shouting, And she agreed to help sew us back together.
When the stars align, And the churchbells chime, She'll run back with her red hair flowing, Fighting against the wind that's blowing, To escape the monsters that creep along the moor.
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When the stars align, And the churchbells chime, She'll run back with her red hair flowing, Fighting against the wind that's blowing, To escape the monsters that creep along the moor.
All your mates are dead, You got madmen's thoughts whirling round your head, Your boyfriends left you, And you feel like leaving too, But cheer up, rubie.
Everyone's running away, It doesn't mean that you should too, If they all went and played in the road, Would you, too.
Do you think in the future we'll have music beamed into our ears through microchips?.
Mist swirls around my feet as I enter the clearing where we used to meet, It's colder now, more bleak, the air fills my nose with the freezing reek Of winter.
The snow that surrounded us has now gone, Apart from the White dregs on the hillsides, And the sun, it comes up from the east, O, the sweet, fresh outside, Nothing can harm us, not the cold or...
The solitary lodge in the bleak white valley gives off a warm light, I sit by the fire, knees tucked to my chest, And you sit in your chair, Strumming, just strumming, And though neither of us...
We ran, we ran, towards our clearing in the autumn light, We built, we built, a bonfire to last through the night, And we drank, we drank, Ginger beer and ale And danced, and danced, Hand in hand...
We ran, we ran, towards our clearing in the autumn light, We built, we built, a bonfire to last through the night, And we drank, we drank, Ginger beer and ale And danced, and danced, Hand in hand...
You know that bike spanner sound in the background of empire by kasabian. Does anyone move their left leg in time to it, like a robot?.
Well, Terry used to go clubbing at night, He used to cheer on at every gritty fight, Meet girls, go dancing, have a good time, Always drink home-brewed beer over classy wine, But now he sits in...
We bought some rock, from one of the many crappy souvenir shops across the front, And went down the stone steps to the part of the beach were nobody knows-the best part,yeah- And sat in silence...
you miss the summer when sun blinked through trees, the blue grainy sky and saturated leaves, Running through meadows with your grubby knees, and,oh, Glances back and smiles from me, The corn...
"can I be honest with you?" "no, please lie to me.".
The memories of drawings that went wrong litter my notebook. Half-drawn girls, sunglasses floating in mid-air, incomprehensible scribbles... I'm running out of room for the things that go right!.
There's something religious about listening to it..