Music is my Drug
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They picked her up at the station, late in the evening;
They'd found her wandering around, alone, in Solomon Square.
"It's dangerous at night Mary; what were you thinking?
You scratched up your arms, running around out there."
Oh, Intervision. I don't know how you've managed to do it, but you've created at least one song that will fit any one of my rapidly-changing moods. No matter what rages or sings or sobs inside, you manifest it into a wonderful audio-visual experience.
She sketched her thoughts on the side of a bathroom door;
Drew a picture of a butterfly, a butterfly with no wings.
And it's stuck inside of a spiderweb, and the rain starts to fall;
Since she can't fly away, she opens her mouth and drinks...
One of these days, I'm going to strip apart a few of their songs and analyze the shet outta them. I want to know exactly what (musical) elements draw me to them.
Mary wore a smile like a policeman wore his vest
When anyone suspected that she forged her happiness.
On the outside, it was alright,
And she never did confess...
I like that particular verse. Not sure why. I can very much identify with it, however.
Foolish people only believed what they could see.
No one knows quite why she climbed up in that willow tree...
...This is a decidedly dark song, I've just discovered. It's gorgeous and Intervisionistic, but rather... dark. Hinting at some decidedly unhappy things. But I can't get over how amazingly beautiful it is. Just... gah. I love this group SO DAMN MUCH.
Iiiiii Looooooove Intervision. So much. They need to come back and have another concert. Like, YES.
They'd found her wandering around, alone, in Solomon Square.
"It's dangerous at night Mary; what were you thinking?
You scratched up your arms, running around out there."
Oh, Intervision. I don't know how you've managed to do it, but you've created at least one song that will fit any one of my rapidly-changing moods. No matter what rages or sings or sobs inside, you manifest it into a wonderful audio-visual experience.
She sketched her thoughts on the side of a bathroom door;
Drew a picture of a butterfly, a butterfly with no wings.
And it's stuck inside of a spiderweb, and the rain starts to fall;
Since she can't fly away, she opens her mouth and drinks...
One of these days, I'm going to strip apart a few of their songs and analyze the shet outta them. I want to know exactly what (musical) elements draw me to them.
Mary wore a smile like a policeman wore his vest
When anyone suspected that she forged her happiness.
On the outside, it was alright,
And she never did confess...
I like that particular verse. Not sure why. I can very much identify with it, however.
Foolish people only believed what they could see.
No one knows quite why she climbed up in that willow tree...
...This is a decidedly dark song, I've just discovered. It's gorgeous and Intervisionistic, but rather... dark. Hinting at some decidedly unhappy things. But I can't get over how amazingly beautiful it is. Just... gah. I love this group SO DAMN MUCH.
Iiiiii Looooooove Intervision. So much. They need to come back and have another concert. Like, YES.