PJ Harvey
In the forest, is a monster
It has done terrible things
So in the wood, it's hiding
And this is the song it sings
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
"You are my desire, I set you free?"
(Who will love me now?)
Who will forgive and make me live again?
Who will bring me back to the world again?
In the forest, is a monster
And it looks so very much like me
Will someone hear me singing?
Please save me, please rescue me
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
"You are my desire, I set you free?"
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
"You are my desire, I set you free?"
(Who will love me now?)
(Who will ever love me?)
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
It has done terrible things
So in the wood, it's hiding
And this is the song it sings
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
"You are my desire, I set you free?"
(Who will love me now?)
Who will forgive and make me live again?
Who will bring me back to the world again?
In the forest, is a monster
And it looks so very much like me
Will someone hear me singing?
Please save me, please rescue me
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
"You are my desire, I set you free?"
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
"You are my desire, I set you free?"
(Who will love me now?)
(Who will ever love me?)
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Bomb
Någon lade något i min drink... och jag tappade kontrollen helt, lika mycket som jag tappade respekten för mig själv så vann jag ny respekt. Jag hoppas att jag aldrig någonsin får uppleva det igen.
men hon kom och räddade mig... Jag finner inga ord för att beskriva hur fantastiskt det kändes, hennes hud mot min, hennes läppar smaken av hennes söta drink i saliven.
Att skiljas var en lättnad och en sorg.
det smällde... det smällde inte... Var det en set up? en illusion? på riktigt eller fake? Nu vet jag hur farfars far ser ut i alla fall..
Jag längtar
på fredag får jag se henne igen....
hurra hurra hurra hon är bäst och jag glad...
