Wednesday, 8 October 2008
But...
...nobody could never understand what I'm feelin' right now. Nobody doesn't want to just try it. Nobody won't try it... I'm not sad, but... I'm not happy either.
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"Perhaps you stared into a river.
There was somebody near you who loved you.
They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened.
Then it happened. That is my name."
this is how R. Brautigan would define me
"You pray for rain, I pray for blindness."
that's my name according to Arcade Fire
"And I feel the light
When the sky's just mud and grey
And I feel the light
When you tell me it's ok."
this is what Blur would say
But to tell the truth, I'm just a piece of shit, you'd meet somewhere in Starbucks, holding a book, considering herself drawn to hidden meaning and inspiration, focused on details, being enthusiastic and probably waiting for someone to come.
There was somebody near you who loved you.
They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened.
Then it happened. That is my name."
this is how R. Brautigan would define me
"You pray for rain, I pray for blindness."
that's my name according to Arcade Fire
"And I feel the light
When the sky's just mud and grey
And I feel the light
When you tell me it's ok."
this is what Blur would say
But to tell the truth, I'm just a piece of shit, you'd meet somewhere in Starbucks, holding a book, considering herself drawn to hidden meaning and inspiration, focused on details, being enthusiastic and probably waiting for someone to come.
2 comments:
Dyť já to chápu.
(:
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