Post by Julie on Jun 24, 2007 18:41:34 GMT -5
Almost Rosey
Just a minute of your time
Yes, I've been known to delude myself
So let me put those rose colored glasses to the test
Now is this real enough for you?
'Cause blondes here don't jump out at cakes
If that never impressed you much
Come board this lunatic express
Just why do they say
Have a nice day anyway?
We both know they wouldn't mind
If I just curled up and died
Let's not give that one a try
Chin up
Put on a pair of these roseys
Raise those blinds
Chin up
A happy mask was never your best disguise
Chin up
Put on a pair of these roseys
In no time
You will feel
Almost fine
Almost rosey
Now some girls here will huddle with
No not footballers that are rich
But will confide in small white sticks
He bats as The Virginian Slim
Then I tried once to comply with
An authority that would subsidize my wild side
But at this altar was sacrificed
Yes, you can laugh
A femme fatale
In a bride's dress now married to
The effortlessness of the cracks
That lie now in between the facts
Now about when Violet died
The cause still unidentified
She thought her love would be enough
But you can't seduce seduction
Her tantacles of endless want
Reach through my corridors
And tempt me to taste of her power
I sober with the witching hour
And when I hear of one more bomb
Yes, we have all been robbed of song
And nightingales who throw their arms up
When is enough enough?
I can honestly say I have no idea what this song is about. I've tried to decipher it many times, but the themes and ideas of each line keeps changing. Any thoughts, anyone?
Just a minute of your time
Yes, I've been known to delude myself
So let me put those rose colored glasses to the test
Now is this real enough for you?
'Cause blondes here don't jump out at cakes
If that never impressed you much
Come board this lunatic express
Just why do they say
Have a nice day anyway?
We both know they wouldn't mind
If I just curled up and died
Let's not give that one a try
Chin up
Put on a pair of these roseys
Raise those blinds
Chin up
A happy mask was never your best disguise
Chin up
Put on a pair of these roseys
In no time
You will feel
Almost fine
Almost rosey
Now some girls here will huddle with
No not footballers that are rich
But will confide in small white sticks
He bats as The Virginian Slim
Then I tried once to comply with
An authority that would subsidize my wild side
But at this altar was sacrificed
Yes, you can laugh
A femme fatale
In a bride's dress now married to
The effortlessness of the cracks
That lie now in between the facts
Now about when Violet died
The cause still unidentified
She thought her love would be enough
But you can't seduce seduction
Her tantacles of endless want
Reach through my corridors
And tempt me to taste of her power
I sober with the witching hour
And when I hear of one more bomb
Yes, we have all been robbed of song
And nightingales who throw their arms up
When is enough enough?
I can honestly say I have no idea what this song is about. I've tried to decipher it many times, but the themes and ideas of each line keeps changing. Any thoughts, anyone?
