just saw an amazing band last night. 10 people on a tiny stage who created orchestrated pop with every known instrument known to man. Suitcases banging, violins and cellos, steel guitars, random drums. Brilliant. This was their last tour ever. its a shame. Here is a song that has moved me immensely. Listen to it. It ends too soon and has me repeating it for ages.
http://www.myspace.com/margotandthenuclearsoandsos
Bookworm
I'm in a book
for you to read and then throw out.
I wasn't born,
I was just dropped into your arms.
Well mom I've been bad,
and I want to come home.
And you couldn't breathe,
with all those doctors at your side.
But you're talking to me,
saying I wish that I had died.
'Cause I'm being prodded,
crushed in your hands,
I want to come home on the F train.
And you were just a paper boat,
floating through the gutter.
Lost at sea,
drift to me,
and into someone's nightmare.
A home is a highway,
your pillows a rock,
I'm in a rusted car,
bound to get lost
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