Discografia DLXXIX Rilo Kiley.
Estes são uns moços de LA que começaram a tocar para aí quando tu nasceste... eu descobri-os muito muito mais tarde, em profundo desespero by proxy quando os ouço e vejo a potência que tinham para resolver o contexto premente da A. e acalmar muito contexto meu também... eles (eventualmente descubro) são muito mais, mas dalguma maneira antes de mais para mim são esta:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8uHbf0TkQY
A Better Son/Daughter
Sometimes in the morning, I am petrified and can't move Awake, but cannot open my eyes And the weight is crushing down
on my lungs, I know I can't breathe And hope someone will save me this time And your mother's still calling you insane
and high Swearing it's different this time And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her And that God never blessed her insides Then you hang up the phone
and feel badly for upsetting things Crawl back into bed to dream of a time When your heart was open wide, and you loved things just because Like the sick and the dying
And sometimes when you're on, you're really fucking on And your friends they sing along and they love you But the lows are so extreme, that the good seems fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you'll
fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
You'll be better and you'll be smarter and more grown up And a better daughter
or son And a real good friend
You'll be
awake, you'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
You'll be a
real good listener
You'll be honest, you'll be brave
You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy!
Your ship
may be coming in
You're weak, but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below
And your ship may be coming in You're weak, but not giving in And you'll fight it, you'll go out fighting all of them
(e eu choro que nem uma puta na missa todas as vezes, pela A., por mim, por nós todos)
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