Archive for November, 2007
wintersleep - fog
These broken arms won’t hold you down
These ruptured lungs won’t make a sound
These syllables won’t bring you back,
Won’t stitch the holes, no bones intact
das lied ist so toll … und zu mehr bin ich zur zeit nicht im stande.
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looking for my brokeback mountain.
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The National - Slow Show
“Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away”
… noch 3x schlafen …
It creeps all over you like a dull ache
Think of all the things your hands could make
It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves
The change in your face when anger shows
In that moment you realise
That something you thought would always be there will die
Like everything else
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I cant make sense of
I need you to tell me its ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I cant make sense of
I need you to tell me its ok