Counting Crows fans?
..any?
Counting Crows fans?
..any?
All the regrets you can't forget
Are somehow pressed upon a picture
In the face of such an ordinary girl
yeah, me.
you got an attitude of everything i ever wanted, i got an attitude of need
i h8 them
i cannot remember why
it was a long time ago
but i remember
i hate them
sawee...
Valar Dohaeris
There's a counting crows-phase in every girl's life. Thank God I'm through with that, but still, the only cd I often listen to is This Desert Life. Or sometimes Recovering The Satellites, but only for that great song Angels Of The Silences
Here, pick up, dig, dig out those weeds out of your happy go lucky fields, of such pollutive thinking
The fact that you’re showing your appreciation for their least inspiring work (almost) excuses your less than enthusiastic response.
I have a penis; maybe this is an indication as to why I still hold the band in such high regard.
August and Everything After is a classic. The song 'Anna Begins' is perfection!
<3
My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
I am not worried
I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me, "For one time only,
Make an exception."
I am not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried
I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions
"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
But we're always changing
It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey
Or something in between
And I can always change my name
If that's what you mean
My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
But I am not really worried
I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
To make yourself forget
I am not worried
"If it's love," she said, "then we're going to have to
think about the consequences."
She can't stop shaking
I can't stop touching her and...
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering
for days," she says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing
But I'm not going to break
And I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not going to bend and I'm not going to break
And I'm not going to worry about it anymore
No no no no no,
It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net
Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried
I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...
The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and
Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away
She disappears and
Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
All the regrets you can't forget
Are somehow pressed upon a picture
In the face of such an ordinary girl
"The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters but no pearls"
"On certain Sundays in November
When the weather bothers me
I empty drawers of other summers
Where my shadows used to be
She is standing by the water
As her smile begins to curl"
"If anything should have been a better thing
From underneath you staring at the ceiling
It's another world of chocolate bars and baseball cards"
What a great band, they should have been massive. Glad to see that someone out there has good taste. Cheers![]()
Mozmal
"The only programme I'm likely to get on is the fucking news"
You have??Originally Posted by Poco Innocente
Here, pick up, dig, dig out those weeds out of your happy go lucky fields, of such pollutive thinking
I do and a box full of AA batteries
All the regrets you can't forget
Are somehow pressed upon a picture
In the face of such an ordinary girl