i am disappeared

• england keep my bones albümünden frank turner şarkısı, bu da çok güzel.
  
  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-meofio0uc
• sdyto:
  
  i keep having dreams
  of pioneers and pirate ships and bob dylan
  of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
  of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
  of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
  i keep having dreams
  
  amy worked in a bar in exeter
  i went back to her house and i slept beside her
  she woke up screaming in the middle of the night
  terrified of her own insides
  dreams of pirate ships and patty hearst
  breaking through a life over-rehearsed
  she can't remember which came first
  the house, the home, or the terrible thirst
  she keeps having dreams
  
  and on the worst days
  when it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
  she's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand
  so she can always run
  she can get up, shower, and in half an hour she'll be gone
  
  i keep having dreams of things i need to do
  and waking up and not following through
  but it feels like i haven't slept at all
  when i wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
  posters of dylan and of hemingway
  an antique compass for a sailor's escape
  she says you just can't live this way
  and i close my eyes and i never say
  i'm still having dreams
  
  and on the worst days
  when it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
  i sleep with my passport
  one eye on the back door
  so i can always run
  i can get up, shower, and in half an hour i'll be gone
  
  and come morning
  i am disappeared
  just an imprint on the bedsheets
  i'm by the roadside with my thumb out
  a car pulls up, and bob's driving
  so i climb in
  we don't say a word
  as we pull off into the sunrise
  and these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country
  we are blood cells alive in the bloodstream
  the beating heart of the country
  we are electric pulses
  in the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
  we are electric pulses
  in the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
  we are electric pulses
  the sleeping soul of the country