my goodnight tonight is this

I don't know more everyday, not in this new romantic way.

I know I said I loved you but I'm thinking I was wrong,
I'm the first to admit that I'm still pretty young,
and I never meant to hurt you when I wrote you ten love songs.
but a guy that I could never get 'cause his girlfriend was pretty fit
and everyone who knew her loved her so.
and I made you leave her for me and now I'm feeling pretty mean,
but my mind has fucked me over more times than any man could ever know.

Maybe I should give up, give in,
give up trying to be thin,
give up and turn into my mother,
god knows I love her.

and I'm sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state,
watch my steady lonesome gait and beware.
I would never love a man 'cause love and pain go hand in hand
and I can't do it again.

So we stayed up late one night to try and get our problems right,
but I couldn't get into his head just what was going through my mind,
and I think he knew where I was going 'cause he put Ryan Adams on I think he thinks it makes me weak but it only ever makes me strong.
I've got this friend who sounds just like him,
now he's the man I'd leave you for, the man that I just adore like you.
The same man, he turns to me he said I've got to tell you how i feel,
if god could make the perfect girl for me it would be you
and my god told me not tell about how much do you love your fella?"
I don't know more everyday
not in this new romantic way.

I'll always be your first love, you'll always be my first love.

and I'm sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state
watch my steady lonesome gait and beware,
I would never love a man 'cause love and pain go hand in hand
I would never love a man cause I could never hurt a man, not in this new romantic
way.

mushaboooom

atomic me

i'm waiting for the train

I'm waiting for the train
Subway that only goes one way
The stupid thing that'll come to pull us apart
And make everybody late

You spent everything you had
Wanted everything to stop that bad
Now I'm a crashed credit card registered to Smith -
Not the name that you called me with

You turned white like a saint
I'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold-flaked paint
Oh we're so very precious, you and I
And everything that you do makes me want to die
Oh I just told the biggest lie
I just told the biggest lie
The biggest lie

the soil falling over my head...

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

And as I climb into an empty bed

Oh well. Enough said.

I know it's over - still I cling

I don't know where else I can go

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

See, the sea wants to take me

The knife wants to cut me

Do you think you can help me?

Sad veiled bride, please be happy

Handsome groom, give her room

Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly

(Although she needs you

More than she loves you)

And I know it's over - still I cling

I don't know where else I can go

I know it's over

And it never really began

But in my heart it was so real

And you even spoke to me, and said:

"If you're so funny

Why are you on your own tonight?

And if you so clever

Why are you on your own tonight?

If you're so very entertaining

Why are you on your own tonight?

If you're so terribly good-looking

Then why do you sleep alone tonight?

Because tonight is just like any other night

That's why you're on your own tonight

With your triumphs and your charms

While they are in each other's arms..."

It's so easy to laugh

It's so easy to hate

It takes strenght to be gentle and kind

It's so easy to laugh

It's so easy to hate

It takes guts to be gentle and kind

Love is Natural and Real

But not for you, my love

Not tonight, my love

Love is Natural and Real

But not for such as you and I, my love

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

my blueberry nights

Elizabeth: So what's wrong with the Blueberry Pie?
Jeremy: There's nothing wrong with the Blueberry Pie, just people make other choices. You can't blame the Blueberry Pie, it's just... no one wants it.
Elizabeth: Wait! I want a piece.

Mir gefällt super!

Lights will guide you home

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
"Just what your worth"

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream, down on your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face and I...


Tears stream, down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I...


Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

primavera vera e prima

spring time....just love

i still have a flamegun for the cute ones

they made frogs smoke 'til they exploded

under milk wood

the difference between the sprout and the bean,it is a golden ring,it is a twisted string

libri persi o mai scritti

Sofocle scrisse centoventi drammi.Ne restano solo sette.L'opera di Celso è andata completamente perduta, se ne trovano tracce nel discorso di Origene Contro Celso (che è la confutazione di Discorso Veritiero, un'opera anticristiana) ma dello stesso Origene, considerato uno dei maggiori esegeti di sacre scritture, mancano ben otto volumi di Omelie sulla Genesi.Agatone era un poeta e un raffinato e discusso autore di tragedie,Platone lo cita nel Simposio dove lo troviamo a discettare di Eros con Socrate e Aristofane, tanto per dire il livello.Aristofane lo sfotte nelle sue "Donne alla festa di Demetra, a forza di spulciare le citazioni, molto possiamo dire di Agatone,della sua omosessualità e della sua preferenza per gli abiti femminili ma di lui rimangono solo due frammenti L'arte ama il caso e il caso ama l'arte e "Solo questo è negato anche ad un dio : cancellare il passato entrambi tramandati da Aristotele ma ce n'è di che farsene a malapena due mattonelle ammonitrici da appendere in cucina.Ancora Aristofane nelle Rane fa parlare un Eschilo che è consolato di essere nell'Ade dal fatto che tanto le sue opere gli sopravviveranno ma, a parte l'Orestea,nient'altro possiamo leggere di lui.Gli eredi,l'editore e il biografo di Byron bruciarono le sue Memorie con la benedizione dell'esecutore testamentario perchè ritenute adatte solo per il bordello.

Ma perchè i libri si perdono?

Le opere perdute emanano il fascino sottile delle cose che avrebbero potuto essere e non sono state ma con buona pace di tutti noi,ci sono moltissime opere che potremmo leggere e che non leggiamo,cosicchè dall'Universo si passa facilmente al Cimitero dei Libri Dimenticati.

da Court Bouillon.

hyperballad

hope there's someone

my cat is nicer than you

time is a great healer