mary's danish tribute 2 of 2

HELLFLOWER

                        
With superflowers in your eyes you lay me
down time was I was dead. With colors in
your lake of hair you knock me out I don't
know why you said what you said. With
windows in your house of cards you steal
the one that I had up my sleeve. I don't
have anyplace to go to tonight I wonder
why you don't ask me to leave. Won't you
please? Well I'm crushed, everything is
beautiful. Can I trust, everything,
anything?

I used to be a skirtfull of hell. I used to lie
in a bed of snakes and snares I may look
small but I'd kick a hole right through
you. But I'm trying to change now.

I sometmes feel like I'm alone singularly
frightfully alone. I don't know where to
hang my hat when I don't even feel like
I'm at home. It's just like words to be the
ones to spell out all the rules. But you're
the angel come tonight you're not afraid
to tread on all the fools.

I used to be a skirtfull of hell. I used to lie
in a bed of snakes and snares. I may look
small but I'd kick a hole right, kick a hole,
right? I used to be a skirtfull of hell, I
used to lie in a bed of snakes and snares. I
may look small but I'd kick a hole right
through you. But I'm trying to change
now. And you hold the cards now.




2 comments:

semaphoria Thursday, April 28, 2005 1:01:00 pm  

so funny you posted this. in true ally mcbeal style i have often used this song as my personal "anthem."

heatherfeather Thursday, April 28, 2005 1:03:00 pm  

well i did post it because it totally makes me think of you... not because of weird memory associations, either.

the other song that makes me think of you is "she's actual size" by tmbg.

you're actual size but you seem much bigger to me (no pregnancy jabs intended) :)

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