Today the world is waking up. (repeated)
You said it felt like California walking down the streets and your garden felt like France when I lay in the cut grass. The garden that two months ago was white and shivering under snow. I stare up at your face from behind sunglasses. Upside down your smiles pull frowns.

Last night was one of the last suburban parties. The great suburban parties. Where we all spill out like cards from sleeves and loiter the drive and piss on the street. No magic here, though Spring burns in, no magic here. Though Spring burns in.

Hootie was hung in the tree and hooting like an owl, a drunken image sketched in leaves. He was wearing girls clothes and the same old faces, turning pale are haunting the garden and haunting my mind, a premonition for some other time. This is last time i remember thinking.

Bands edged into corners near conservatories and sweating walls, broken doors, smashed glasses and legs lined up on sofas. Boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl. This is the last time, I remembered thinking. That fabulous neglect for glasses, no cup, no mug, no jug tooth rot all sucked from bottles and hoods indoors pulled up. We'll be investing in property and drinking properly, this is all…this is all…a mental bank.

My mental bank is overdrawn.

Well, let's think about May Day, a year ago. Last May, when walking up through South Park, the funfair was waking up. MY bloody valentine, my bloody valentine. My bloody valentine, my bloody valentine. He's no-one. He isn't yours or mine. My bloody valentine, my bloody valentine. My bloody valentine, my bloody valentine. He's no-one. He isn't yours or mine. My bloody valentine, my bloody valentine.

sometimes, sometimes you cast a spell in my mind. My bloody valentine, my bloody valentine.

You don't have to work at HMV when you write so beautifully. x3

sometimes, sometimes you cast a spell in my mind.

My bloody valentine, my bloody valentine.

Sometimes, sometimes you cast a spell in my mind.

My bloody valentine, my bloody valentine.


You don't have to work in H.M.V


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