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ben harper; tom waits; peter gabriel; jack johnson; damien rice; counting crows; alice in chains; pearl jam; vast; pj harvey; radiohead; thievery corporation; tricky; bjork; sigur ross; air; zero7; aqua bassino; kosheen; portishead; moby; morcheeba; macy grey; erykah badu; corrine bailey rae; shinead o`connor; que passa; gotan project; jose gonzales;
true romance; taxi driver; fight club; crash; sixth sense; AI; buena vista social club; match point; kill bill; garden estate; pi; snatch; one flew over the cukoo nest; lost in translation; vanilla sky;
'that 70s show'
John Steinbeck; Enrest Hemingway; Albert Camus; J.D.Salinger 'The catcher in the Rye'; Jack Kerouac 'On the Road'; Harper Lee 'To kill a Mockingbird'; SE Hilton 'The outsiders'; A.E.Hotchner 'Papa Hemingway'; John Irving 'The world according to Garp'; Yann Martel 'Life of Pi'; Colleen McCullough 'the Thorn Birds'; William Golding 'Lord of the Flies'; Marianne Fredriksson 'Simon and the oaks'
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know. Maria says she's dying through the door I hear her crying. Why? I don't know. Round here we always stand up straight. Round here something radiates. Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis. And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land just like she's walking on a wire in the circus. She parks her car outside of my house takes her clothes off says she's close to understanding Jesus. She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood, she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous. Round here we're carving out our names. Round here we all look the same. Round here we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs. Round here she's slipping through my hands. Sleeping children better run like the wind out of the lightning dream. Mama's little baby better get herself in out of the lightning. She says "it's only in my head". She says "Shhh I know it's only in my head". But the girl on the car in the parking lot says "Man you should try to take a shot Can't you see my walls are crumbling?". Then she looks up at the building says she's thinking of jumping. She says she's tired of life, she must be tired of something. Round here she's always on my mind. Round here hey man got lots of time. Round here we're never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait. Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late. I can't see nothing.. nothing round here. Would you catch me if I was falling. Would you kiss me if I was leaving. Would you hold me?