Song picture
Collapsed Lungs
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self-reliance ralph waldo style. seasons and microcosms and everything.
acoustic emo indierock michelle cat power michelle rogers mychelle rogers mychelle
gloomy, pretty, unrefined, valium-speed chick rock
my first reviewer called it "a foundation for a dark, shadowy rock opera that someone would listen to while drinking a bottle of wine and contemplating jumping off a bridge". she wouldn't tell me whether or not they'd jump.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #1,098
Peak in subgenre #219
Author
Michelle Rogers
Rights
Michelle Rogers
Uploaded
March 11, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 3:35
Story behind the song
named for an incident with an inhaler and the woman to whom it belonged. ended up about something else.
Lyrics
You just took my picture, took my pulse No one has seen my face or checked my heart rate in days So of course I would mistake this for love. We should not be making love with collapsed lungs You are as asthmatic as I am We're both having trouble breathing, having trouble with our feelings Let's spend some time with the oxygen. I don't mind waiting, don't really mind at all But what a bad season I hate healing when everything else gets to fall. I have a really quiet place in the master plan I have a barcode that won't scan I have diseases that don't like your reasons for leaving And I have diseases to drown that. Let me out, let you in Let you out, let me in Revolving door breathing, A lover for all seasons I love her through every one of them.
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