“And from then on it was turpentine and patches;
From then on it was cold Campbell’s from the can
And they were just two jerks, playing with matches.
Cause that’s all they knew how to play…”
Regina Spektor, I love you.
*For some reason, a picture of piano keys, slightly diagonal and given a bit of a shadow has always tugged at my heart strings. Simple really, isn’t it?*
Okay, okay REALLY?
This can’t happen.
I just put in lyrics from both Aida AND Meet me in St. Louis.
In one sentence.
I’m done.
Triflin.
