Singing to Myself

Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to meeee-eeee. Happy birthday to me.

I love when I rediscover an album that I haven't listened to in a while and realize all over again how amazing it is. Popped in My Big Hero by 12 Rounds this morning and fell in love with it all over again. My RealOne Player says that it is "noise rock", but it sounds more like trip-hop to me. If I'm not mistaken, they toured with the Sneaker Pimps at one point in time before Trent Reznor snatched them up and signed them to his label.

2 Miles (12 Rounds). Three minutes of delicious darkness.

My sweet honey bee, you || You are the one for me, no || No matter what your mother says || And if I could || Be most anything || I'd be the one that makes you sing || With all your bloodstains on my bed || I want you to be 2 miles from the sun || With your bloody knees 2 miles from the sun || My sweet honey bee, you || Lock you up with me and I'll soothe the aching from your head || And when I'm feeling down, I'll || Saw off both your hands || And lick the sweat off of your feet || I want you to be 2 miles from the sun || With your bloody knees 2 miles from the sun || I want you to feel 2 miles from the sun || Want you to be 2 miles || I'll be your sun || I'll be your sun