December282009

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Darkest Side

mama-wolf:

Love
Was the air in your mother’s lungs
When her father tore her fences down
Plastic bags and the panadol was out

Love
With your sold Gibson 335
And her father’s dream died that night
Just to keep that electricity on

And it’s the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me
And it’s the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies
I hear the farthest cry and the softest sigh when I’m empty
But if you leave me I’ll hide in a game like SimCity

Oh when I die I’m alive
And when I lose I find
My identify

Son
If I died on my bedroom floor
Would you cry on your bedroom floor?
And tattoo my name underneath your arm

Love
That was alive in the olden days
Been put to death in this golden age
By our colour TV

And it’s the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me
And it’s the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies
I hear the farthest cry and the softest sigh when I’m empty
But if you leave me I’ll get me gone and drown face down muddy in the water

Oh when I die…
When I die…

Die I’m alive
When I lose I find
My identity

Love
Was those dark clouds on the Friday
It was a holy shaking earthquake
And you were stuck up the tree

And it’s the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me
Oh it’s the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies
I hear the farthest cry and the softest sigh when I’m empty
But if you leave me I’ll hello goodbye I don’t shine at night look I’m dead man

Oh when I die…
When I die…
When I die…

When I die I’m alive
When I lose I find
My identity

September52009

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iwantmybearsuit:
crowcrow:jesuisperdu:(via thesundancekid)

iwantmybearsuit:

crowcrow:jesuisperdu:(via thesundancekid)

Reblogged from weird fish.

July102009

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honeyhands:
allisfleeting:lifeimitatingart:Erica Joy, 2009.

honeyhands:

allisfleeting:lifeimitatingart:Erica Joy, 2009.

July62009

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Life.

Our everyday juxtaposition. Both epic and small. Both strong and delicate. Resilient and fragile. Certainly significant and sometimes silly. Warm and cool. Peaks and valleys. Light and shadow. Heartbreaking and gut wrenching. Love. War. The peace encompassing the storm. And here we are, caught in the balance of it all. I have found during my short life that all one can do in the face of such hilarity is to either laugh or cry.

And I think both are perfectly acceptable responses.

July52009

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This Old Love

Yes, yeah we're movin' on 
Looking for direction
Mmm mm we've covered much ground
Thinking back to innocence
I can no longer connect
I don' t have a heart left to throw around

Oh, and time moves on like a train
That disappears into the night sky
Yeah, I still get a sad feeling inside to see the red tail lights wave goodbye

We'll grow old together
We'll grow old together
And this love will never
This old love will never die

Well money slips into your hands
And then slips out like it was sand
And those shoes that you could never seem to fill
I've chased so much and lost my way
Maybe a face for every day
That so casually slipped me by

Oh, time moves on like a train
That disappears into the night sky
Yeah, I still get that sad feelin' inside to see the red tail lights wave goodbye

We'll grow old together
We'll grow old together
And this love will never
This old love will never die

Morning comes
Sometimes with a smile
Sometimes with a frown
Yeah so I never want to worry
If you're gonna stay around

So let's grow old together
Baby you and I will
We'll grow old together yea
And this love will never
This old love will never die

Yes, yeah we're movin' on
Movin' right along