mates, music, drink, boosh, drink, latvia, sfx, gigs, old guitars, photographs, cards, films, lying on my bed extremely hungover thinking 'god last night was good' whilst aimlessly staring at the celing listening to either a) the stone roses b) the strokes c) the verve, snow, watching old film noirs for about halfway through when i find them on film 4, vintage clothes, pointy shoes, listening to people speaking in french, even though i cant undstand most of it, ireland, never finishing what i start, old 7" records
me from a alternate universe, to see if my personality trancends time and space
Son, I see it in your eyes, There is a burden you cannot hide, But in their arms, you feel so alive, And in the moment you're cast aside.All lines have broken, and we need to you to hold on, Your eyes have opened, but you've got to go on. I'll comfort you, I'll stay with you... It's a promise not forgotten.Now I hear you in my mind, There was a story you claim to have, And I will by more gently by your feet, I'll tread softly or tread on my dreams.All lines are broken, and we need you to hold on, Your eyes have opened, but you've got to go on. I'll comfort you, I'll stay with you... It's a promise not forgotten.You're crying all these tears, but they mean to leave you dry, Still fighting all these years, 'bout the same old things, We wish we never hadThe vision's softly fades, but there's a light that still remains, And in these walls, I feel your sadness wain, But in the moment you feel no pain.All lines are broken, but we need you to hold on, Your eyes have opened, but you've got to go on. I'll comfort you, I'll sing to you... It's a promise not forgotten.Come on baby let's ride the sunrise Come on baby let's ride the night
breathless, bande a part, amile, reservior dogs, tim burton, italian job, city of god, pulp fiction, monty python, old bond films, hard days night, get carter ect.
1984 brave new world catcher in the rye a picture of dorian grey high fidelity the wasteland