Did way too much this weekend. Have spent today feeling utterly terrible. Shaky, nauseous, depressed, incapable of stringing a sentence or chain of logical thoughts together. But you don’t really care. And I’m not searching for pity. The only reason I’m mentioning it is as a precursor for today’s track. Because in this grey-beige painful monotony death of a shit sandwich day it’s really helped perk me up. Turned that frown upside down. La la la la, la la la la. Aaaaahhhh…
Hammer
20 Sep
This entry was written by Mary J Bilge and published on September 20, 2010 at 4:27 pm. It’s filed under music and tagged dent may.
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