Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head

Jag satt nyss och skrev ett långt inlägg som blev alldeles för personligt. Det handlade mest om hur jag saknar att tycka synd om mig själv. Inget gott hade kunnat komma ut av att jag publicerade det där inlägget. Ibland är mina tankar inte till för omvärlden. Absolut inte idag.

Idag har varit en jävla pissmåndag med spöregn och översvämningar. Jag har glassplitter i hela vänstra sidan av ansiktet, händerna, fötterna, hårbotten/nacken och handlederna. Detta är resultatet av ett glas som exploderade när jag tog ut det ur diskmaskinen. Glass all over the kitchen, glass in my skin and, apparantly, glass in my soul.

Istället lägger jag in texten till vad som kan vara världens bästa låt. A rush of blood to the head, Coldplay. En gång i tiden hade jag den på ständig repeat. Förjävla bra text, och förjävla bra musik. Lyssna på livespelningen från 2003, Chris Martin är genialisk.

He said I'm going to buy this place and burn it down
I'm going to put it six feet underground
He said I'm going to buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls
Oh I'm going to buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your heart's desires
Because I'm going to buy this place and see it burn
Do back the things it did to you in return

Ah, ah, ah
He said Oh I'm going to buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh and I'm going to buy this place, that's what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head to the head

And honey
All the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They said start as you mean to go on
Start as you mean to go on

He said I'm going to buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside my baby watch the orange glow
Some'll laugh and some just sit and cry
But you just sit down there and you wonder why
So I'm going to buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
And I'm going to buy this place, that's what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head

And honey
All the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They said start as you mean to go on
As you mean to go on, as you mean to go on

So meet me by the bridge, meet me by the lane
When am I going to see that pretty face again
Meet me on the road, meet me where I said
Blame it all upon
A rush of blood to the head




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