In these darkened rooms, where I spend
oppresive days, I pace to and fro
to find the windows. — When a window
opens, it will be a consolation. –
But the windows cannot be found, or I cannot
find them. And maybe it is best that I do not find them.
Maybe the light will be a new tyranny.
Who knows what new things it will reveal.
Constantine P. Cavafy
**broken social scene:anthems for a seventeen years old girl**
when all the gods of this earth put their forces together,we r catapulted in an 80s club in New York city ,near the Metropolitan, called “Magma” where all the people have different colours and you r the only titanium white on the canvas.some rainbow line push our faces closer and closer.your mouth ejects flowers ,blue,red colours,summer fragrances.i feel all the moods through your transparent body and “last train to London” suits you well.u r great.
Titolo: LastTraintoLondonELO
Durata: 04:27
i m not the kind
that likes to tell you
just what you want me to
you are not the kind
that needs to tell me
about the birds and bees
………………………………
(directly from New Order’s mouth)
thinkin of Carole King
it s too late though we really did
try to make it
hehe…
too late
September
and u cant fake
me neither
>>>>>>>>>>
the sky is coloured in a strange way
like when the day ends and the sun begins to die
those are the first four words
reiterated?????
well…hmmm…this is fantasy
a so negative event like the end of the world can’t be reiterated,
it must end sometime
i hope….
………….!!!!!!!!
