Ahhh I love these places. (and I know you do too!)
I tend to always gravitate to the western areas, and by that, I don't mean the cowboy & Indian paintings... I'm on a hunt to see how many original Impressionist works I can see in my life.
My percentage is slowly increasing every year... not sure I will ever break 90% because there are a few in private collections, so I will need to befriend those collectors ASAP. If any of you pal around with collectors, hook me up! :)
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Up Against The Wall :
Guess I should have caught your call
But I just had to waste the phone forget it all
Bones are trembling hands are cold
You don’t know how it feels you’ve got me up against the wall
Maybe we could make this work
But now you start to leave before it’s getting worse
I don’t know what you came here for
It’s almost that I wish we hadn’t met at all
You slap just like a wake-up call
The bruises on the face don’t bother me at all
Bones are trembling hands are cold
It’s almost that I wish you had me up against the wall
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"Up Against The Wall" by Peter Bjorn And John + Lyrics 12,719 views
Guess I should have caught your call
But I just had to waste the phone forget it all
Bones are trembling hands are cold
You don't know how it feels you've got me up against the wall
Maybe we could make this work
But now you start to leave before it's getting worse
I don't know what you came here for
It's almost that I wish we hadn't met at all
You slap just like a wake-up call
The bruises on the face don't bother me at all
Bones are trembling hands are cold
It's almost that I wish you had me up against the wall
Comments are good.
But I just had to waste the phone forget it all
Bones are trembling hands are cold
You don't know how it feels you've got me up against the wall
Maybe we could make this work
But now you start to leave before it's getting worse
I don't know what you came here for
It's almost that I wish we hadn't met at all
You slap just like a wake-up call
The bruises on the face don't bother me at all
Bones are trembling hands are cold
It's almost that I wish you had me up against the wall
Comments are good.
