I have to put this image up for LP and her morning coffee blog reading. She seems to think that now that I have bangs there is an uncanny resemblance. I have to agree with her.
"Sylvia Plath" -Ryan Adams
I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
Busted tooth and a smile
And cigarette ashes in her drink
The kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week
The kind that goes out on her
To give me a reason, for well, I dunno
And maybe she'd take me to France
Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance
In a mansion on the top of a hill
She'd ash on the carpets
And slip me a pill
Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin
And maybe she'd give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
And she and I would sleep on a boat
And swim in the sea without clothes
With rain falling fast on the sea
While she was swimming away, she'd be winking at me
Telling me it would all be okay
Out on the horizon and fading away
And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh
I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath
And maybe she'd take me to France
Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance
In a mansion on the top of a hill
She'd ash on the carpets
And slip me a pill
Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin
And maybe she'd give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
2 comments:
I can't decide which is better about this moment. That song, which I will now have to hear, or the fact that I am actually sipping coffee and it is actually morning.
The resemblence is more than uncanny. It's creepy!!
I look forward to the many mornings to come when I will be sitting, sipping coffee, and creating these posts...at my house!
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