how real is this?

so, of course, you were supposed to call me tonight
you were supposed to call me tonight
we would have gone to the cinema
and, after, to the restaurant, the one you like in your street

we would have slept together, have a nice breakfast together
and then a walk in a park together, how beautiful, and then
you would have said “i love you” in the cutest place on earth
where some butterflies are dancing with the fairies

i would have waited like a week or two
but you never tried to reach me
no, you never called me back
you were dating that bleach-blonde girl
if i find her, i swear, i swear…

i’ll kill her, i’ll kill her
she stole my future, she broke my dream
i’ll kill her, i’ll kill her
she stole my future when she took you away

i would have met your friends, we would have had a drink or two
they would have liked me, ’cause sometimes i’m funny
i would have met your dad, i would have met your mum
she would have said “please, can you make some beautiful babies?”

so we would have had a boy called tom and a girl called susan, born in japan

i thought it was a love story, but you don’t want to get involved
i thought it was a love story, but you’re not ready for that …

me neither. i’ll kill her
she stole my future, she broke my dream
i’ll kill her, i’ll kill her
she stole my future when she took you away

she’s a bitch you know, all she’s got is blondeness
not even tenderness, yeah, she’s cleverless
she’ll dump your arse for a model called brendan
he will pay for beautiful surgery ’cause he’s full of money

i would have waited like a week or two
but you never tried to reach me
no, you never called me back
you were dating that bleach-blonde girl
if i find her, you know, i swear, i swear, i swear …

i’ll kill her, i’ll kill her
she stole my future, she broke my dream
i’ll kill her, i’ll kill her
she stole my future when she took you away
i’ll kill her, i’ll kill her
she stole my future, she broke my dream
i’ll kill her, i’ll kill her
she stole my future when she took you away

man, i told you, you know, if i find her,
i really, i, i mean, i’ll kill her, for real!
it’s like for sure, you have to know, uh,
i mean, you know, i can do it, man,
i’ll kill her.

this song is absolutely addictive.
I’ll kill her, by SoKo.

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  • [...] Current Mood: SleepyI’ve had a culture-full, almost work-free past few days. Starting with books (I am making good use of my library card and book suggestions from friends, though I grew up with the conviction that me, a bookstore, masses of time and judging a book by its cover are just as good as a book review).. Hearing so much about Ali Smith’s The Accidental, I decided to introduce myself to that author, starting with The Hotel Room, which was probably a mistake. Ali and I did not click at all. I tried and tried and I really didn’t want to give up on this book, but after days and days of having it on my bedside table, I returned it to the library, unfinished. Yes, I am ashamed of myself. But to me it seemed like Ali Smith was trying too much to find a style and ended up writing sloppily and trying to stick so much to her point (Every short story is somehow connected to a hotel, in one way or the other) that in the end there was no point at all. It was just confusing and boring. I have happily finished The Unbearable Lightness of Being, which I found beautiful and interesting, and I have now started my first Douglas Coupland book: Girlfriend in a Coma. So far I found there was a lot of thinking to be done in-between the lines – not that you are being asked to think, but Coupland just raises a few questions that got me to stare into nothingness for hours. I like it. Every now and then, when my nose isn’t in-between the pages, I think of the characters, and what’s going to happen next. Karen and Richard, here I come.. Music-wise: I have been listening to too much Soko for my own good, especially this song, because she’s cute and ironic. today isn’t a cute and ironic day, though, it’s a sad day, so time for I’ll be right behind you Josephine (Josh Woodward), Maria Taylor and Suicide Medicine (Rocky Votolato) and maybe, if the rain doesn’t stop tapping and the evening turns into a blur, Bright Eyes..    [...]

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