[from Pulp,by Joni Harbeck and Neil Krug]We seven kids, we almost died
Nearly put to death
By lightning strikes
Instead there was hot, pink
Flashes in the sky
We climbed the rocks, in snowing rain
In search of magic power
To heal our mother's pain
Nearly put to death
By lightning strikes
Instead there was hot, pink
Flashes in the sky
We climbed the rocks, in snowing rain
In search of magic power
To heal our mother's pain
-CocoRosie, Lemonade
2 comments:
Taking the words right out of my mouth. I will return, I promise.
See? We share an aweful lot of DNA...
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