December 2010
52 posts
now, now by st. vincent. (anthem of the moment)
I’m not your mother’s favorite dog I’m not the carpet you walk on I’m not one small atomic bomb I’m not anything at all I’m not the feather at your feet I’m not your yellow brick street I’m not anyone you’ll see I’m not anything Now, now now, now now, now You don’t mean that say you’re sorry You don’t mean that say...
