Clean white love

Lisa Mitchell <3

I like/love/adore/covet/treasure this song so very much, and the video captures the feeling of the music and the words and Lisa's voice and the way she shapes and forms the words in her mouth completely. Soft, dewy grass, friends, skin against skin, blankets and berries and early mornings/late, late, late nights, red lipstick, the way your hair ends up smelling after you've been in the sun for a while (it's almost the way babies smell, honest), soft, secret kisses, laughter, laughter, laughter. This song inspired me to purchase red rubber boots. I can't really afford them yet, though, so technically they're just in my wishlist at www.ellos.no - but I will get them, and I'll get red lipstick and gloves too, and then I'll be ready for the beautiful summer storms yet to come. 

I have someone to call my clean white love. And I love saying that, I love the way those words taste: clean white love. Thank you thank you thank you, Lisa Mitchell.

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I left the keys in the car, I left the door ajar

I didn't want to be alone

these are the days and the nights

of these sweet, humbling hights

and I know it used to be home

whisk me away, I'll be yours for a day

in heavenly fields which we roam

woah, oh, oh, you're my clean white love

woah, oh, oh, you're too clean, white love

what are you doing?

what are you doing?

what are you doing to me?

what are you doing to my head?

woah, oh, oh, you're my clean white love

woah, oh, oh, you're too clean, white love

I gave my heart on the morning of November sixth

oh, everybody's looking for a fix

sell me a sign, I'll cut the telephone line
just to keep expectations alive
oh, you're bleeding me dry
but the feeling is blind
so I climbed up your looking device
sell me it straight, oh it might be too late
to keep on breaking the rules

woah, oh, oh, you're my clean white love

woah, oh, oh, you're too clean, white love

what are you doing?

what are you doing?

what are you doing to me?

what are you doing to my head?

woah, oh, oh, you're my clean white love

woah, oh, oh, you're too clean, white love

I gave my heart on the morning of November sixth

oh, everybody's looking for a fix

in this nervous disease there's a cure I need

let the medicine get to the bone

remember this place, leave it up to fate

is it true that it's kind to be cruel?

woah, oh, oh, you're my clean white love

woah, oh, oh, you're too clean, white love

what are you doing?

what are you doing?

what are you doing to me?

what are you doing to my head?

woah, oh, oh, you're my clean white love

woah, oh, oh, you're too clean, white love

gave my heart on the morning of November sixth

oh, everybody's looking for a fix