Wild horses couldn't drag me away.

[raybear]

The following songs have been playing on repeat in my head today: Help Me – Joni Mitchell (plus the Mandy Moore version); Wild Horses – Rolling Stones (except not their version, some other one with a female singer); They Don’t Know – Tracey Ullmann; Reflections – Atmosphere

They’re colliding and repeating and it’s a crazy collage, and if you were in my brain right now, this is what you’d hear:

When I get that crazy feeling, I know I'm in trouble again. And I don't listen to the guys who say that you're bad for me and I should turn you away. Let’s do some living after we die. Look at your face, when all I could see was myself looking back at me. Reflection, and all I could do was think about sleeping next to you. And you love your loving, but not like you love your freedom. You look like you were built for me, you talk like you want to steal my drink, you kiss like you already came. And why should I be lonely every night when I could be with you, oh yes you make it right?


Lather. Rinse. Repeat for six hours.

Comments

Re: the sundays

[raybear.livejournal.com]

oh guurrrrl, i know ALL about michelle malone. don't get me started. actually, you should, just do it sometime in person. ;)