In the bowels of the Cleveland Public Library..
First, a haunting tune..
Then a haunting voice…
Has Michael Clay lost his mind? Or has something from the deepest Shadow awoken?
If he can't tell the difference, how will his fellow hunters?
After the encounter, will Michael ever be the same again - and can his Task Force S.I.R.E.N. team members truly trust him with their lives?
Heart Cooks Brain, by Modest Mouse
ReplyDeleteSlow walk
It's land mine
It's coal mine
It's a bad thought
On the way to God don't know
My brain's the burger
And my heart's the coal
I'm trying to get my head clear
I push things out through my mouth
I get refilled through my ears
I get refilled through my ears
I get refilled through my ears
I'm on my way to God don't know or even care
My brain's the weak heart, and my heart's the long stairs
My heart's the long stairs
My heart's the long stairs
Inland from Vancouver shore
The ravens and the seagulls
Push each other inward and outward
Inward and outward
In this place that I call home
My brain's the cliff
And my heart's the bitter buffalo
My heart's the bitter buffalo
We tore one down and erected another there
The match of the century
Absence versus thin air
On the way to God don't know
My brain's the burger
And my heart's the coal
On this life that we call home
The years go fast
And the days go so slow
The days go so slow
The days go so slow
On the way to God don't know
My brain's the burger
And my heart's the coal
I'm trying to get my head clear
I push things out through my mouth
I get refilled through my ears
I get refilled through my ears
I get refilled
I'm on my way to God don't know or even care
My brain's the weak heart, and my heart's the long stairs
My heart's the long stairs
My heart's the long stairs
Inland from Vancouver shore
The ravens and the seagulls
Push each other inward and outward
Inward and outward
In this place that I call home
My brain's the cliff
And my heart's the bitter buffalo
My heart's the bitter buffalo
We tore one down, and erected another there
And the match of the century
Absence versus thin air
Absence versus thin air
On this life that we call home
The years go fast and the days go so slow
Days go so slow
Nice post Anonymous! Nice to know we have fans with great taste in music.
ReplyDeleteRegards,
Scott