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.
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2 comments:

  1. Femme FataleOctober 6, 2007 at 9:23 AM

    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.

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  2. Femme FataleOctober 6, 2007 at 9:29 AM

    P.S. Check out that titular line.

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