I can tell by the way you take your infusion you've spent some time in a mental institution what a dream life would seem if only... they let you keep your etch-a-sketch
You laugh like a banshee gesticulate your delirium they treat you like a corpse keep you full of candy lithium what a dream life would seem if only you could see the world from inside an etch-a-sketch
I can tell by the way you reach your conclusions you're the director of a mental institution oh what a dream life would seem if only... it hadn't been for Doctor B.
animate yourself an alternate reality consummate a self-pleasing artificiality you can have yourself a tea
I can tell by the way you take your infusion you've spent some time in a mental institution oh what a dream life would be if only... you could see the world from inside an etch-a-sketch
'Tea and Thorazine'
Andrew Bird
quarta-feira, 23 de março de 2011
sábado, 19 de março de 2011
Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm schizophrenic and so are you.
quarta-feira, 16 de março de 2011
sexta-feira, 11 de março de 2011
quinta-feira, 10 de março de 2011
segunda-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2011
raise your hands who wishes to be like this muffin
Imagine that what you're looking at right now is not as flat as it looks like. Imagine that you can see through it. Imagine your hands being able to merge with it. Even if you close your eyes it won't go away, it will simply still be there. Your head won't be steady, your mouth won't be closed, your skin will be weightless, your fingers will be surprised with every touch. You feel amused with the image of that reckless kiss you shouldn't have had, but you must have it again, so you bite your lips, and wish for a call. You're all alone. Have another swallow.