Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros Live on Letterman - Man On Fire - 2012 (by Brother moon)
makes me take off my shoes and dance people!
we scream and shout as we pass our lives by a whisked template,
no colors match our own as deviant trespassers snatch brushes from our hand,
we’re no brick in the wall as they all explain but than again we lye there open hand
and breathe short of content,
there’s a glowing field where they prance and sing about in freedom of nakedness reality,
there’s a happiness between love and no greed that chops of hair and cells onto the ground where we once slept,
i’ve seen the future and its bleek
you are the future, make it unique.
a little poem i decided to write i have no idea if its in the right form or anything but i just felt like writting this little ditty.
The Horrors feat. Florence - Still Life (NME Awards 2012) (by biffythecat1)