February 2012
49 posts
The Fox & The Fawn
Sometimes when we’re headed to snooze-land Delilah will catch me off guard with a request to tell her a story, this is something i came up with word-for-word on one of those occasions. Once, in a very dark forest, where the trees were very tall, where their tops hugged the night-sky like children to their folks, lay a tiny log cottage in a very quiet valley, where there lived a rugged...
Watchrockandrollruinedmylife:
FOR OUR HERO being played NATION WIDE in Hot30 Countdown
Thankyou so much for recording this I get to show my mum now haha!
HOLY WOW.
Firstly Thankyou to everybody that voted us in to get played tonight on the FOX Best news is we are now literally a stone throw away from being in the FOX Hot30 countdown! All you have to do is go here http://www.fox.com.au/shows/hot30/vote & type in our bands name and the name of the song Like Clockwork. You actually have our futures in your hands, thanks so much for everything :) P.S Sophie...
WORDS: Like Clockwork
touch down, take off again spinning circles eyes are red find me undercover seeking lovers - I don’t need them yet my heart’s not beating it’s just stuttering and when i down those bottles i be all up on the ceiling oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh i be all up on the ceiling round the clock we’re bright eyed and loosed like dogs on evenings like this when the back of my...
M.Y.B.A.B
May you be as beautiful as a freckle of mildew on a red rose May you be as beautiful as the spot of cocaine on the models nose May you be as beautiful as the rivers of sick in the Saturday-night city alley ways May you be as beautiful as a look of remorse on a cold-killers face May you be as beautiful as the shallow scars on a lovers wrist May you be as beautiful as the countless stirs of...
Wait out until the fairgrounds close up like a shy-boy without his alcohol and the city buses kneel at stops like the popular-girls behind garden sheds I’ll choose to kiss you because our lips are a perfect fit when God built them he banned them from meeting but the Devil he is a romantic Balloons to stars moths to flame Hands to the sky either way Tonight is a beautiful disguise for...
i wanted you to want me so very badly that eating at my soul would not sate you.
sun chases moon at least that’s what i’d assume there’s boulders, stones and seashells that will tell you of a time before they were split in two before the skies ate the oceans blues (well i haven’t eaten a thing since you - i cannot stomach the room) pusher-man won’t you push me something useful something easy on the heart but heavy so the eyes droop ...
I am here now where you once were head-in-hands & peeking through the cracks in my fingers for your ghost, sipping mulled fog from an ethereal glass or whispering the hairs on the back of my neck up I lie backwards & the room-lights become your eyes the decor becomes your smile Tightening my fingers blue around the sheets because they are your waist and letting my head fall back...
