Friday, October 5, 2007

File Under: A Drunken Post from Femme Fatale

"My greatest fear, I fantasized:
The days were long, the weeks flew by
Before I knew I was awake
My days were through, it was too late
My greatest fear, I organized
Into something more realized
And now what’s left I get to spend
Knowing that its about to end
My greatest fear I can’t decode
A cryptogram whose seeds weren’t sewn
My last few weeks I irised out
My vision blurred
There was no sound
There was no sound"

I get it now. Deerhunter. Wow.


Femme Fatale said...

I forgot to mention last night: If you stare at this long album cover long enough, and I'm not shitting you, you will see a picture of a deer.

Femme Fatale said...

P.S. Check out that titular line.