I think I saw you in my sleep, darling, I think I saw you in my dreams. You were stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn’t keep, I think I saw you in my sleep. Oh, I think I saw you in my sleep, darling, I think I saw you in my dreams; you were stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn’t keep. I think I saw you in my sleep.
I thought I heard the door open, oh no, thought I heard the door open, but I only heard it close. I thought I heard a plane, crashing, but now I think it was your passion, snapping.
I think you saw me confronting my fear; It went up with the bottle and down with the beer and I think you oughta stay away from here. There are ghosts in the walls and they crawl in your head through your ear.
I think I saw you in my sleep, lover, I think I saw you in my dreams. You were stitching up the seams on every mangled promise that your body couldn’t keep, I think I saw you in my sleep.
- La Dispute
Azealia Banks - 212 (Live At Karl Lagerfeld’s Crib In Paris)
Watch Azealia Banks absolutely killing it at, what seems to be, some grumpy grandpa’s tea party (Karl Who?). This performance just makes me want to kidnap her, put her in a cage in my room and force her to perform “212” every morning as an alternative to my shitty alarm clock. Sounds like a plan.
Uh oh, the Grosvenor made a funny.
