yo la tengo tambien

you've got the pen, now where's the chalk outline of yourself you used to know you used to be so...shimmery and shine like butterfly snowstorm in the sunstation plays a radio louder than dust and we are all climbing soon and hopeful from the wreckage it's dawn now like sooner get laid than fall apart and maybe we will maybe we will so that's like super-grade A gasoline and petorl from the pump self serve soda fromt he fountian like a crashing hill it's so clear so calm, children cry when they think about it and thew way i think of speaking certain as tripwires with you is legendary.

2003-11-03 | 7:04 p.m.
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