What the Fuck, Brain?
In a different kind of Move Like Jagger
In a different kind of Move Like Jagger
I'm gonna stick my hand in my heart
Rip it out
And spill my blood all over the page
I've lost my fucking head
The reason will soon become clear
In everything that's said
I said I wanted to put you in my pocket and keep you safe
I started thinking that I wanted to hug you
Until your memory came back
So I could see the light turn on in your eyes once again
I started thinking that you always looked a little sad
I started thinking that I wished I could soothe your sorrow
Cuddle away your blues or some such squishy-headed foolishness
Then I started thinking
Shame on me for what I started thinking
Fucking Midnight Confession style thoughts
About a married man
I started thinking that I want to do bad things with you
Like that's gonna fucking accomplish anything
Like that's gonna bring you back
Like what the hell is wrong with me?
And then the fucking dam burst
I haven't been able to cry about this
Even though I've talked about it till I'm blue in the face
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the fuck
Is wrong with the Universe?
Everything dies
But you don't create something so beautiful
Just to utterly destroy it
For however wrong my thoughts are
(And I hate myself for them)
They're nowhere near close to as wrong
As what's been done to you
Everything is in vain
Life is pain
Hope is folly
Confession is good for the tabloids
Some things try their best to be strong
Although they're actually fragile
I want to put you in my pocket
And keep you safe forever
~Cie~
For Malcolm Young
For those who think that AC/DC is nothing but a party band, this deep cut from the underrated Powerage album shows another side. At the heart of it, they're a hard-driving blues-rock band. They are the best of things.
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