holy rattle snakes

jag brukar själv tycka att det är dödstrist när folk copypastar låttexter i sina bloggar. den där låten är säkert grym i dina öron & i din emotionella situation, men för alla andra? verkligen?

fast ibland träffar en text rätt, när man som minst anar det. och det är därför jag copypastar den här texten. för den har träffat rätt för mig i tre års tid, av nån underlig anledning.

When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
And holy rattle snakes that fell all around your feet.

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddys shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each others bodies were for

And this is the room one afternoon i knew i could love you
And from above you how i sank into your soul
Into that secret place no one dares to go.

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try.

/Neutral milk hotel - King of carrot flowers part 1