This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?
“So I’m taking these pills for to fill up my soul
And I’m drinking them down with cheap alcohol
And you’d be inclined to be mine for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that I’m making” – de ce ma consum si imi uzez pasiunile oricum prea placide prin imagini fanatice? pentru ca sunt, gandesc, este mai mult eu decat bucata asta de carne strapunsa de os care loveste tastele cu unghiile lacuite. O sa postez versuri, pentru ca le am si nu vreau sa le pierd, si nu stiu de ce mi le aduc mereu aminte. Poate ca sunt sfaturi sau concluzii or some other kind of bullshit that i love to get entangled in
De la Damien Rice “It’s not hard to fall, whe you flew like a canonball” -despre cum pasiunea pe care o cauti te face vulnerabil
De la The Spill Canvas “i’ll navigate this unsteady vessel trough a soft sea of pillows and blankets” – ghid turistic prin relatii, si
“i hope to god that i mean a little more than the sounds that escape your tired lips” – speranta ca vei pasi off the beaten track, afland mai mult decat ce-ti spune ghidul
Saliva “am i the reason you breathe or am i the reason you cry?”- iti dau chef de viata sau chef de moarte?
stupid, stiu, dar trebuia
