Valley Of Sins - Epica
Valley Of Sins - Epica
I have a plan: attack!
Digging Your Scene ~ The Blow Monkeys...it's an '80's song that I have every reason to be embarrassed about.
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
Tikal - E.S. Posthumus
I have a plan: attack!
Celebrate You ~ Veruca Salt
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
Antissa - E.S. Posthumus
I have a plan: attack!
The Gunner's Dream ~ Pink Floyd
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
The Scientist ~ Coldplay
"[I]I was just guessing,
at numbers and figures
pulling your puzzles apart.
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Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Shiver ~ Coldplay
Angels Or Devils - Dishwalla!!!!!!!
J.r. Richards' Voice Is A Certified And Now Legally A Heart-melter.
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
Evidence - Tara MacLean
I have a plan: attack!
scarecrow(syd barrett)
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He didn't care.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
His head did no thinking
His arms didn't move except when the wind cut up
Rough and mice ran around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows.
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
But now he's resigned to his fate
'Cause life's not unkind - he doesn't mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
Ah...Syd...This is a good one of his, Jugband Blues, from Saucerful of Secrets. I just love this song in a very bittersweet way because it was obviously written by someone who was losing touch with reality.Originally Posted by AimusSage
It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here.
And I never knew the moon could be so big
And I never knew the moon could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.
I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.
And the sea isn't green
And I love the Queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
I Fought the Law - The Clash
If Love Was A Train ~ Michelle Shocked
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
All These Things That I've Done - The Killers
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
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