This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied,
Around the block and airborne blind,
But looking on the brighter side,
There's far less to which I'd be obliged, | | In the meadow where the black breeze blows,
Where underneath the waves, you were most alone,
Can you hear a subtle, aching tone?
Through the water, through the Earth, trimmed up bone, |
Yesssssss!!!!!!! GO SHINS!!!!!!!! They sound really indie.
no-one better
this is the best band in the world!
One of the greats of my generation
i like there comercial on tv