Saturday, February 19, 2011

Freelance Whales

....a saturday song....

Freelance Whales - Location



I am starting to sense your location

You are somewhere in the attic




Looking something close to tragic
Knitting t-shirts and your mattress




I'm floating on the stairwell
With my toes grazed in the cedar


Thinking softly what a tinder box we live in...


And what a flammable heart I've been given



You could be in several different places
I am sensing your location


I am starting to sense your location

You are somewhere in the basement


Beating on a makeshift drum kit

Songs that I can hardly stomach


I'm floating on the stairwell


With my fingers shaking frantic
Thinking softly what a concrete mess we live in...
With my fingers shaking frantic
Thinking softly what a concrete mess we live in...




And what a ice box heart I've been given
You could be in several different places
I am sensing your location


You could be in several different places

I am starting to sense your locale now



I am to starting to sense your location

In in an old abandoned mansion
In a country side of England

Spirits trapped inside the linens
And you're feeling quite at home there
Also feeling somewhat lonely
No one sees you in your pixelated fish nets
And your black and orange beret



You could be in several different places

I am sensing your location

You could be in several different places
I am starting to sense your locale now

Oh please believe the ghost in me

Is doing what I can to find you out 

listen here:

2 comments :

A Daft Scots Lass said...

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