Appliances have gone berserk
I cannot keep up
Treading on people’s toes
Snot-nosed little punk
And I can’t face the evening straight
And you can’t offer me escape
Houses move and houses speak
If you take me there you’ll get relief
Relief, relief, relief, relief…
Trouble loves me.
You’ve lived so brightly you’ve altered everything
I find myself searching for oldselves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells
Tell me where you’re goin’,
What is goin’ wrong,
I felt you leavin’,
Before you’d even gone,
Hold me now,
Or never, ever,
Hold me again,
No more talk,
Could take me from this,
Pain I’m in,
Pain I’m in,
Please listen to this from beginning to end. Don’t turn it off until the last second. The music doesn’t start when the singing starts, I don’t understand people who think that way, the music starts the second you press play, even that moment when your about to press play has a lot to do with it. Please, if I have ever meant anything to you in your life, listen to this. Take my word. I promise you, if you listen carefully with a open heart you will feel something. Create some visuals along the process, do whatever you can so you can see and feel every inch of music, rather then just listening to it. Not everything has to have a catch, not everything is meant to be catchy. Expand your taste, expand your relationships, and your mind. This might be a step out of your comfort zone, out of what your use to, and out of the ordinary. Its beautiful.
Its been a long time and the tables still haven’t turned, and I don’t think they are going to any time soon. And if there is a will there is a way. Doesn’t matter if you know what I’m talking about. But things are going to change even if I don’t see it happen in my lifetime, and its going to get messy.
“Somewhere Out There” Our Lady Peace
“Smoke Like Ribbons” Ugly Casanova
Above the tarmac the lights were icy green.
buried in patterns in your chest, a quiet shimmering.
little dipper, tiara-shine,
song bird shivery, thin thin dime.
(Source: fymoviescenes, via exp-ressions)
“I’m Sorry” Blink 182
“Hey” The Pixies
We’re ch-ained