| Sounds Like | Picture this: Janis, Bobby, Gilmour and Chris Martin sitting around the fireplace, exchanging smoke and thoughts... Then Cobain dies, they all go home, have a wank, put on some Chili Peppers and finally fall asleep. Next morning Hetfield calls, in need for an opening band. But they eventually end up kicking out the jams with Canzonetta...
Add a large, pure and beautiful teenage Soul, pour in some tears, plenty of smiles, indifference, clenched fists hand in hand with ladies wisdom, cover it in a magical carpet, put a spell on it, throw it all in a little cart ... - and push it down the street. Stir well, serve chilled - please enjoy.
..and remember to * melt the sky in the shape of your heart * after that ... Farewell! |
