One day I opened The Pirate Bay and on their homepage was Brightly promoting their new single. It was love at first sound. And the simple concept they used in their music video, ugh it went straight through my heart. And guess what? Brightly promotes a bunch of their fellow Melbourne-based bands too! And they’re all awesome! Whoa…
Day 22 of the music challenge.
It really depends on my current playlist. It changes very easily.
Do you cry your eyes to sleep? Is it peace you seek at night when your body’s weak? Did it leave you with the scar of a war-torn ravished heart? Do you cry your eyes to sleep? Force of Gravity by BT feat. JC Chasez
And when the starlit sky begins to shine like it’s never shined before, you’ll know I miss you. I Miss You by Monkey Majik
Why did he have to cry singing it? My poor kokoro.
My big ideas, my swollen heart, you gave it all. I fell apart. All the lines in the sand, they’re carved in my bones. I drew them myself so you’d never know. Sarah told me tonight I’ll fall in love in a bar down the road. And she dreams of me. God I dreamed we’ll be in love. Sarah by Brightly
If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed, then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me. And then she said she can’t believe genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues. Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs. Northern downpour sends its love. Hey moon, please forget to fall down. Hey moon, don’t you go down. Sugarcane in the easy mornin’. Weathervanes my one and lonely. The ink is running toward the page. It’s chasin’ off the days. Look back at both feet and that winding knee. I missed your skin when you were east. You clicked your heels and wished for me. Through playful lips made of yarn, that fragile Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves. I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home. Hey moon, please forget to fall down. Hey moon, don’t you go down. You are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn. Northern Downpour by Panic At The Disco
Panic At The Disco should never stop writing lyrics.