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time:  Yellow bird flying Get shot in the wing good year for hunters And Christmas parties And I hate and I hate And I hate and I hate Elevator music The way we fight The way I'm left here silent Oh, these little earthquakes Here we go again These little earthquakes Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces We danced in graveyards With vampires till dawn We laughed in the faces of kings Never afraid to burn And I hate and I hate And I hate and i hate Disintegration Watching us wither Black winged roses that safely changed their color Oh these little earthquakes Here we go again These little earthquakes Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces I can't reach you I can't reach you Give me life, Give me pain, Give me myself again Oh these little earthquakes Here we go again These little earthquakes Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes. --------------------------------------------------------- I've been a little emotional lately. & its been getting the better of me. This song introduced during the Literature Symposium today really provides a damn apt representation of how several of those little incidents could have such a great impact on us to "rip us into pieces". ahh, haha. pardon the melodrama. I think i deserve a little today. :] Cheers. |
