Dear Emily Haines,
*swoon!*
Love,
Birdie
That’s my love letter to Emily Haines/Metric. I’m feeling very Metric today. I would totally rock a tie-neck blouse, with a waistcoat over the top and some funky jewelery.
We used to leave the blue lights on and there was a beat
Ever since you have been gone it’s all caffeine-free
Faux punk fatigues
Said it all before
They try to kick it, their feet fall asleep
Get no harm done no
None of them want to fight me
If she weren’t writing in blood She’d bring him her jokes A new liver And a shovel for the mud If he were not knee-deep in mud He’d bring her his drugs He’d get her a typewriter
Tits out, pants down
Overnight to London
Touch down, look around
Everyone’s the same
World wide, air tight
No one’s got a face left to blame
Still I wear the red dress, Paint my toes and twirl
Take it back to old times, Back when I was still a girl
‘Cause now I’m all baboon boys, Cootchie Cootchie Coo
Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss for you
Haines is pretty amazing in concert – She’s like action-figure rock-chic complete with sparkles and metallic luster and high kicks, not to mention the fact that the REST of Metric is amazing as well. I feel a little rocker-chic today, so I’m sharing that inspiration with you!
What delicious outfits!
I TOTALLY LOVE HER!