the outermost limits of control.
shake free, shaking free.
leaving you, taking you.
'alien foreplay'
wouldn't that just make for a great album title?
so vivid, so exotic. fun and funny.
that came from you, z, didnt it?
My love is selfish
Ad it cares not who it hurts
It will cut you out to satisfy its thirst
For the meaning of a ritual so habitual and cursed
My love is selfish
How it separates the earth
It takes every shiny stone but leaves the dirt
For the cowards in the corner who just don't know what they're worth
It takes every shiny stone but leaves the dirt
For the cowards in the corner who just don't know what they're worth
- Villagers, 'The Meaning Of A Ritual'
might i add that Villagers has been one of the best live acts i have experienced so far.
no frills, no sappy tales, just food for the soul- whole, nourishing and nothing short of magical.
gutted and awed, really.
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