18.8.10

when i grow up

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when i grow up, i want to be a forester
run through the moss on high heels

that’s what i’ll do, throwing out boomerang

waiting for it to come back to me


when I grow up, i want to live near the sea

crab claws and bottles of rum
that’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
waiting for it to embrace me

i put my soul in what i do
last night i drew a funny man
with dark eyes and a hanging tongue
it goes way bad, i never liked a sad look
from someone who wants to be loved by you

i’m very good with plants
when my friends are away
they let me keep the soil moist
on the seventh day i rest
for a minute or two
then back on my feet and cry for you

you’ve got cucumbers on your eyes
too much time spent on nothing
waiting for a moment to arise
the face in the ceiling and arms too long
i wait for him to catch me

waiting for you to embrace me

When I grow up, Fever Ray
Iamgem: Peter Stray

1 comentário:

a cold zڠro disse...

quando vi o titulo lembrei-me de uma musica dos garbage, mas quer-me parecer que esta se enquadra muito melhor com aquilo que transpareces. iLike.