foundations

Kate Nash dala ugrott fel random az esti zenélgetős chillout programként és rögtön be is kattant, hogy én ezt anno 4 éve mennyit hallgattam és mennyit bőgtem rajta pedig hát vidám dalocska lenne (ha nem lett volna igaz ennyire a dalszövege ránk)

Vagyis az akkori pasimra és vele való kapcsolatomra tökéletesen illett ez a dal. Istenem! Ilyenkor annyira tudok örülni néha, hogy képes voltam 5 és fél év után szakítani vele, mielőtt még elfajultak volna a dolgok.

Szerintem már ő is örül ennek a döntésnek, de ez a dal akkor is kedvenc marad. Bár szerintem ő ezt nem tudja :) Jobb is! Sajnos a dalszövege elég szókimondóra sikerült. Angolul tudók előnyben.

Thursday night, everything's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.

Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"

Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I wont give a shit.

My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

You said I must eat so many lemons
'cause I am so bitter.
I said
"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."

Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

My fingertips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.

Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',
and I purposely wont turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.

My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.