Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Too much, too bright, too powerful

Appliances have gone berserk
I cannot keep up
Treading on people's toes
Snot-nosed little fools

And I can't face the evening straight
And you can offer me escape
Houses live and houses speak
If you take me there you'll get relief
Believe, relief, believe



(Thom Yorke solo acoustic - Last Flowers Till the Hospital)


From an old version of radiohead.com: "last flowers till the hospital is a sign discovered in oxford -my unhealthy obsession with these institutions. analysts may get the connection. ambulances scream past my house at all hours of the day and night like the confessionals of Larkin's Ambulances."

Sunday, December 21, 2008

give it, give it, give it, give it, give it Until you just can't give no more

So you're wishing that you never did
All the embarrasing things you've done
And you're wishing you could set it right
And you're wishing you could stay tonight



(Yeasayer - Tightrope)

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

no to protection

"When i was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog followed a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Everyday i felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness".

(tot Jonathan Foer, pentru ca e cel mai tare)



Sunday, December 07, 2008