I don't know anything factually, but I think I've put together the gist of a song about a man falling in love with a depressed girl. Mostly assumed from my own meandering experiences in life and listening to the Matches for longer then I care to admit.
Wrap you up in a coat of cobwebs, tactile little heart of tacks - the girl wears her heart on her sleeve and it's been punctured a few times, I offer some weak encouragement.
The more you lick, the more I chap - they kiss allot
You've a head like a postcard rack - but she kisses many people
So try this trick and spin it
Spin again, my Surfer Rosa
All the while the world is whirling
The morning tilts closer - we listened to the Pixies all night
Your eyelids keep secrets
Your eyelids keep secrets - there's something your not telling me
My soft and deep - she's gentle but "deep" or mysterious
While you sleep
no, no secrets - I don't like secrets
(total guess this one)
Blowing bubbles with nicotine gum - living on the edge
Kiss me below the seatbelt line - she gives me a present :D
On the roof with a toothpick flag - I'm so happy I'd wave a little flag from the rooftops
Take your broken wings and learn to sigh - but I still wish you'd learn to accept the good with the bad
In the half life of balloons - we take some Laughing gas
We will measure how our hairs grow - natural opiate rushes are awesome
We lie curled like question marks - natural opiate rushes are really awesome
Drifting off on pheromones - especially when we're together
I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck - lol, ever tried to go to the loo at night without waking your GF? cannot be done!
Ever I'll watch you sleep
Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in - there's not much I can do but I'll try (ref. to some nice gesture I guess)
My soft and deep
No, no secrets
I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck
Ever wrought, you sleep - Wrought: (of metals) beaten out or shaped by hammering.
Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in
I don't know anything factually, but I think I've put together the gist of a song about a man falling in love with a depressed girl. Mostly assumed from my own meandering experiences in life and listening to the Matches for longer then I care to admit.
Wrap you up in a coat of cobwebs, tactile little heart of tacks - the girl wears her heart on her sleeve and it's been punctured a few times, I offer some weak encouragement. The more you lick, the more I chap - they kiss allot You've a head like a postcard rack - but she kisses many people
So try this trick and spin it Spin again, my Surfer Rosa All the while the world is whirling The morning tilts closer - we listened to the Pixies all night
Your eyelids keep secrets Your eyelids keep secrets - there's something your not telling me My soft and deep - she's gentle but "deep" or mysterious While you sleep no, no secrets - I don't like secrets
(total guess this one) Blowing bubbles with nicotine gum - living on the edge Kiss me below the seatbelt line - she gives me a present :D On the roof with a toothpick flag - I'm so happy I'd wave a little flag from the rooftops Take your broken wings and learn to sigh - but I still wish you'd learn to accept the good with the bad
In the half life of balloons - we take some Laughing gas We will measure how our hairs grow - natural opiate rushes are awesome We lie curled like question marks - natural opiate rushes are really awesome Drifting off on pheromones - especially when we're together
I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck - lol, ever tried to go to the loo at night without waking your GF? cannot be done! Ever I'll watch you sleep Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in - there's not much I can do but I'll try (ref. to some nice gesture I guess) My soft and deep No, no secrets
I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck Ever wrought, you sleep - Wrought: (of metals) beaten out or shaped by hammering. Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in