Table-Top-Lo

a man must test his mettle, in the crooked ol' world!

some mornings you wake up with a hankering for old Mars Volta..

brand-upon-the-brain:

I will return here one day
And dig up my bones from the clay
I buried nails and strings and hair
And that old tooth I believe was a bear’s

I held my hand in the fire
It burned me down to the wires

Blood suckers hide beneath my bed
And black fumes of skin so gently bled
I slept with a cat on my breast
Slowing my heart stealing my breath

At sunrise the monkeys will fly
And leave me with pennies in my eyes

I will return here one day
And dig up my bones from the clay
I buried nails and string and hair
And that old tooth I believe was a bear’s

At sunrise the monkeys will fly
And leave me with pennies in my eyes

still miss this man.

why can’t you see?
why can’t you see?
why can’t you see?
are you blind?
are you blind?
are you blind?
are you dead?
oh really?
are you alright?
are you alright?

won’t you open a window sometime?
won’t you open a window sometime?
what’s so wrong with the light?

i love the way the tattered clouds
blow wind across the sky….

songforeveryday:

The Faces | Ooh La La

that moment when you realize Rod Stewart is kind of awesome…I mean, you always liked “Young Turks” but you chalked it up to a fluke…