March 28, 2006


Anthems for a 17 Year Old Girl

At this moment in time the only thing I want to do is ask my little sister if she listens to Broken Social Scene.

I've been sitting here listening to "Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl" and it makes me miss her. Not as much as listening to Bowie's "Rebel, Rebel" does though.

Of course, the lyrics are coming up...


Used to be one of the rotten ones and he liked you for that.
Used to be one of the rotten ones and he liked you for that.
Used to be one of the rotten ones and he liked you for that.

Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back.
Can't you come back?

Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that.
Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that.
Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that.

Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back.

Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath.
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath.
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath.
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under my window.

Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me.

Park that car, drop that phone.
Park that car, drop that phone. (dream about me)
Park that car, drop that phone.
Park that car, drop that phone. (dream about me)
Park that car, drop that phone.

Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that.
Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back.

Posted by Courtney at March 28, 2006 10:45 PM
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Comments:

Well it's nice to know that I'm missed.

And just so you know,
I must have came like twice or something. NIN was that fucking awesome. I've missed going to good concerts...

Posted by: Caitlan at March 29, 2006 02:51 AM