laugardagur, janúar 01, 2011

gamalt ...

Always the first notes have you scowling into the flashing lasers, wondering what oldie it could possibly be, that you don't remember it, but with a few more bars the guitar line has caught your flesh under your ribcage, the hook piercing years of built-up shell and pulling the soft guts of your adolescence onto the dance floor.

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