My heroes are falling apart

Rétt í þann mund sem mér þótti orðið ægilega leiðinlegt að vera til(gerist af og til), uppgögvaði minn kall Kimya Dawson sem er æðisgengilegur snillingur. Þvílík sæla og gleði sem tekið hefur af mér hús.

Ég er ástfanginn upp fyrir haus. Amy Goodman er þróttlaus aukvisi í samanburði við Kimya Dawson. Og hvað hét hún þarna í Pennsylvaníu, Ó mig auman, það er alveg stolið úr mér.

Ég ætla að taka þá áhættu að vísa í eitt af listaverkum þessar konu, lesendum þessarar síðu til óbærilegrar gleði og hamingju.

Já, gleði og hamingja. Ég er talsmaður gleði og hamingju.

My Heroes – Hidden Vagenda (2004)


The word of the day’s, I don’t know what to say
And the man in the mirror is wasting away
No songs to sing, no games to play
Just a big old hole in my heart
My heroes are falling apart

Now Michael and Paul they are chained to the wall
Since I was a kid, I loved them best of all
But if they are guilty off with their balls
My heroes are falling, my heroes are falling down

And the old are supposed to protect the young
Not endanger or exploit them
This is something I can’t stress enough
Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up
Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up

And my mom says to treat as you wish you were treated
And I know that she’s sorry for the wrongs she repeated
And never forget how you felt as a kid
Look little you in the eye, each time you encounter a child

And the word of the day is you are a disgrace
And the man in the mirror only changed his face
No songs to sing, no games to play
Just a big old hole in my heart

My heroes are falling, my heroes are falling apart
My heroes are falling, my heroes are falling apart
My heroes are falling, my heroes are falling apart