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Sometimes its nice to read things that actually seem like a real person is saying them, rather than things that have just been edited to the point of being so watery and bland you can't find the opinion behind them. So that's the way I'm going with this blog. To the point. Sometimes amusingly so. Sometimes not. You'll have to judge for yourself, won't you?

Sunday, 27 November 2011

Some Riot

A friend of mine grows his very own brambles,
They twist all around him till he can't move.
Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles,
What is my friend trying to prove?

The booze turns a tall, gentle boy to a terrible totem,
And the kids gather round trying to see what's inside.
I think when he's drinking he's drowning some riot,
What is my friend trying to hide?

Cause its breaking my heart, 
It's breaking my heart.
And its breaking my heart to pour like the rain.
Brother of mine, don't run with those fuckers.
When will my friend start singing again?
When will my friend start singing again?

If its beautiful lyrics you're after, look no further than Elbow.


Awkwardly thought of by Precisely at

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