Grey

I haven’t heard this song in years. I heard it today, after someone called asking for it’s name. And it’s still every bit as beautiful as it used to be all that time ago.

Maybe some tiny shiny key will
wash up on the shore..

It makes me feel old to hear these songs from so long ago. Really, really old.

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

3 thoughts on “Grey”

    1. Of course I did! “and my little pink heart is on a little brown raft, floating out to sea.” or something like that. It was one of my favourite lines from the song. Along with “what can I say but I’m wired this way”. But the ultimate line has to be the one about a tiny shiny key washing up on the shore. Fuck.

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