DOG DAYS ARE OVER

Happiness, it hurt like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink



Meet Florence + The Machines, my best savior singing song writer with remarkable song for track of my life nowadays. Despite that she is prone to "falling into severe holes” that leave her crying on the floor. She also has been diagnosed with dyslexia and dysmetria. The video The Dog Days are Over just describes the chaotic yet very very beautiful reflection of her mind. No wonder if The Times described her as "the most peculiar and most highly acclaimed female singer of the moment" and "the latest in a line of great English pop eccentrics". I love her.






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