Make me a believer

Song of the day;;

→ The Shins - Name for You

My girl, if you're lucky one day
Rolling down the ancient high street you'll find
In the mirror reflects a woman in her prime
Can you make your way out?
In a world dearly won
Well, it's yours, love
You can move it around
Given all the drops in the ocean
Better take it one sip at a time
Somebody with an antique notion
Comes along to tighten the line
They're just afraid of you speaking your mind

They've got a name for you girls
What's in a name?
They got a name for everything
All of the clothes that you wear
And all of your bits and pieces, yeah

You're flipping through the check-stand rags it appears
There ain't no time to waste, you're getting on in years
You can keep your can up
If you just never eat again
It's a means to a terrible end
Even if your plan is successful
Have you really got room in your life?
Yeah and it's a bland kind of torture
You've played the mother and wife
But what do you really dream of at night?

They've got a name for you girls
What's in a name?
They've got a name for you girls
What's in a name?
They got a name for everything
All of the clothes that you wear
And all of your bits and pieces, yeah

They've got a name for you girls
Some stupid name
They've got a name for you girls
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
What's in a name?

Write something heavy and fast

Song of the day;;

→ The Shins - New Slang

Gold teeth and a curse for this town

Were all in my mouth

Only, I don't know how they got out, dear

Turn me back into the pet

I was when we met.

I was happier then with no mindset

And if you'd 'a took to me like a

Gull takes to the wind

Oh, I'd a-jumped from my tree

And I'd a-danced like the king of the eyesores

And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well

New slang when you notice the stripes

The dirt in your fries

Hope it's right when you die, old and bony

Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall

Never should have called

But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely

And if you'd took to me like a

Gull takes to the wind.

Well, I'd a-jumped from my tree

And I'd a-danced like the king of the eyesores

And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well

God speed all the bakers at dawn

May they all cut their thumbs

And bleed into their buns 'til they melt away

I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find

Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?

And if you'd 'a took to me like, well

I'd a-danced like the queen of the eyesores

And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well