Happy weekend!

When You Were Young
the Killers


You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes

He doesnt look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I dont know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now
Watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane
That started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes
And see the place where you used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water
It ain't so sweet
You dont have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes

He doesnt look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young
(talks like a gentleman)
(like you imagined)
When you were young

I said he doesnt look a thing like Jesus
He doesnt look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know

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This is the music i've been addicted to for the now. It's sad. and it's raining here. 

Happy weekend everyone!

Update


I was reminded by my husband that when i was pregnant with our only kid (and had lots of free time) we never missed an episode of the reality show RockStar (the reality contest for a NEW INXS frontwo/man about 5 years ago or so, remember?). He said that most of the songs contestants covered in the duration of the show were that of The Killers'. Maybe, he said, that explains my recent obsession with the band.

Still, i don't remember a thing about it, but his seemed like a viable explanation.

The Killers Week.

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

And I just can't look - it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'˜Cause I'm Mr Brightside

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

'Cause I just can't look - it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside

I never...
I never...
I never...
I never...




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I've told my husband several times he was crazy for marrying me. because i am a difficult person to deal with and because i am not supposed to be married. 
but surprisingly, i am having fun living with him and having a kid around. 
maybe it's the books that do it. you know, when you have so much books in your room and you lose a chair to several more books and...
i'm on my The Killers week today. 
i told husband i can clearly imagine him playing guitar of The Killers' song in a full-packed arena. like Mr. Brightside. Or WHen we Were Young, because WHen We Were Young is more painful.
because Mr. Brightside is about jealousy and i'm quite alien to that? wazizzzdat?
I told him maybe it's because of his hair. 
ANd he said, "I really have to lose some of these beer belly for the fans."

This video is by Vevo. and vevo suck. it's just too bad. 

List of memories.

1996. journalism class. Pearl Jam. Therefore, Go. 

(PF asked for Black. If not Alive.)
Sunny opening. Here Comes the Sun.
And an Image of a chair. Because we first met inside the class. In Journalism class. Folding Chair.
And Hey Jealousy because Gin Blossoms was so high school. and 14 years after, on our first trip together they also came to where we were going.
And it was Free Fall (ing) from then on. (I thought there has to be some tom petty song. But I might reconsider. I might take this out.)
And then Handyman. Because, James Taylor was interviewed in BBC during the anniversary of the Beatles this month, December 2010. and because PF said so.
And then. Death of Your Father. 3 am. Strawberry Fields.
Followed by Alcohol which you only took, and never stopped taking from then on, after His death.
Yellow Submarine was the lyrics we dissected during the sessions at Dot’s beautiful house. Where both PF and I vividly recall Sobel and her guitar. She playing under the ficus tree. At 8 at night.
The session was a result of A counseling session where somebody played Danny’s Song. This song will always remind me of our “August and Everything After.”
And you come and you go. I never really understood you. Because you always were joking when you were serious. And it was rather frustrating. So i stopped assuming--but never seemed successful at that. 
You were always coming and going. I guess. We learned to live with that.
When you asked us of our favorite song, in July 2010, the first time PF sat in our writing workshop, this was my answer: The Ride.
I don’t know, but I feel I just have to insert I’ll Follow the Sun here.
Teenage Fanclub also has to be here somewhere. Your Love is the Place Where I come From is good for your kind of weather. You like the rain, right?
After sometime, I let myself believe that I perhaps am close to finally understanding you and, finally, understanding myself. Fade Into You.
All I know of you
is in my memory
All I ask is you
Remember me. Rosemary. 

Happy 40th birthday, Alfredo

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