letra de it's a shit business - million dead
why call it an artform? it’s lacquered kareoke with a healthy cocaine habit and a make-up department. why call it composition? it’s kids entertainment with a coterie of groupie yes-men pushing ‘issues’ on the easily bemused. and i wouldn’t call it aesthetic or poetic, not even pathetic, but i might call it a spade. industry apothecaries are poring over gaping wounds in my lower abdomen. the blistering remedy r-t-rds my recovery – they’re cutting out the liver unaware of what it does. can i make a confession? after the operation i am certainly not satisfied with my listening options. there’s something moving but the pulse is dead. someone’s speaking but the crowd has left. it’s so well-packaged and over-sold, but still so tiring, still so old. and every teenage afternoon spent rifling racks in record stores in search of gold, and every compilation tape rerun until it broke on rusted walkman heads, and every single special song it only took two listens through to learn the words – were hours
cherished and lessons learned. but you’re the kids in the playground pulling hair and pointing fingers because your parents couldn’t spoil you with self-esteem. it’s in the look in the eyes, you are a dog in the hay, but we are kicking you out a single beat at a time.
letras aleatórias
- letra de trouble wreck - the troubleneck brothers
- letra de narcissus - sons of an illustrious father
- letra de games female play - gigolette
- letra de check this out - toby green
- letra de 22 - malina boy
- letra de get what you want - joe pisapia
- letra de ver pra crer - falamansa
- letra de still holding on - the felix (band)
- letra de here for ya - asatheprodigy
- letra de held it together - lost near blue ape