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Post by Julie on Feb 4, 2005 18:51:40 GMT -5
LITTLE EARTHQUAKES yellow bird flying get shot in the wing good year for hunters and Christmas parties and I hate and I hate and I hate and I hate elevator music the way we fight the way I'm left here silent oh these little earthquakes here we go again these little earthquakes doesn't take much to RIP us into pieces we danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn we laughed in the faces of kings never afraid to burn and I hate and I hate and I hate and I hate disintegration watching us wither black winged roses that safely changed their COLOR I can't reach you I can't reach you give me life give me pain give me myself again . . . I think this song is about how easily they broke up and got into fights. I think it's the drop of the pen and they're off in quarrels. They were a mess to begin with and a mess to end with. It makes you moody to everyone the entire day because of the tidius things that set you off. Little earthquakes - an earthquake is a big deal, but yet these were concerned little problems.Here's Tori's description of it: My eye twitches sometimes. I was surrounded by the thoughts I smash. They decided I would be a good dinner. I decided I wanted 3 bridges in this song." -- Tori; Little Earthquakes Songbook
: Open Your Eyes - Bonnie McKee
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