Uniform- Bloc Party
"There was a sinking disappointment as we left the mall-- all the young people looked the same"
Bought for a Song
All we could ever buy was bought by someone from something
An apparatus of production so maniacal; how could we know
what made our fingers bleed?
It was the sewing and the apprehension our hands holding string
we sat down in the factory but shortly stood up to sing
something forced us, past the window, it was still early
our minds returned to our benches our selves were in the seams
and we laughed, when we died, but it was all in jest
we knew someday we'd give our lives so your dog could own a sequined vest.
The Dog
Your dog's a personality, it's so lovely I'm impressed
It looks so jaunty prancing there, alive its sparkling vest.
Now tell me Baps, who made it? However did you find a sequined silver vest to fit on your canine?
It's really rather simple--it's not even that smart
I bought my dog this lovely vest at the giant mart.
The giant mart? How daring! How intriguing, I declare!
It contrasts very vibrantly with his top hat and black hair.
I tell you Baps, he's precious, look at him standing there!
I can imagine him singing show tunes like the late great
Fred Astaire!
"Yeah, you're right" Baps said, the conversation lingered there.
And I'd like to say what else was said, but frankly I don't care.
I hate these bitches' feelings, I don't resemble Fred Astaire.
I wish they take these things off of me.
Dogs don't wear underwear.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
Uniform- Bloc Party
"There was a sinking disappointment as we left the mall-- all the young people looked the same"
Bought for a Song
All we could ever buy was bought by someone from something
An apparatus of production so maniacal; how could we know
what made our fingers bleed?
It was the sewing and the apprehension our hands holding string
we sat down in the factory but shortly stood up to sing
something forced us, past the window, it was still early
our minds returned to our benches our selves were in the seams
and we laughed, when we died, but it was all in jest
we knew someday we'd give our lives so your dog could own a sequined vest.
The Dog
Your dog's a personality, it's so lovely I'm impressed
It looks so jaunty prancing there, alive its sparkling vest.
Now tell me Baps, who made it? However did you find a sequined silver vest to fit on your canine?
It's really rather simple--it's not even that smart
I bought my dog this lovely vest at the giant mart.
The giant mart? How daring! How intriguing, I declare!
It contrasts very vibrantly with his top hat and black hair.
I tell you Baps, he's precious, look at him standing there!
I can imagine him singing show tunes like the late great
Fred Astaire!
"Yeah, you're right" Baps said, the conversation lingered there.
And I'd like to say what else was said, but frankly I don't care.
I hate these bitches' feelings, I don't resemble Fred Astaire.
I wish they take these things off of me.
Dogs don't wear underwear.
MMXII
At the park/in the park
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