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Arctic Monkeys - Baby I’m Yours (cover)
"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken."
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
An Artist’s Song
You walked through this horrid life
But you got to sing before you closed your eyes
And you whisper your secret in the microphone
As heard from the ocean all the way to my home
A fearful song
Played by trumpets for my heart
I have a fear of darkness
So sing your hymn of faith
Cause I have none
Your song is my fortress
You gave me the strength
To carry my weak body
From the shore to the boat
And kindly returned me toward the sea
When my bones become soft
I’ll keep the secret you gave me
A fearful song
Played by trumpets for my heart
I have a fear of darkness
So sing your hymn of faith
Cause I have none
Your song is my fortress
A fearful song
It calls and calls heart
A sadder love’s what I offer
So sing out your hymn of faith
Cause I have none
Your song is my armor
~Lost in the Trees
Utter beauty.
“To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves—there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect. Without it, one eventually discovers the final turn of the screw: one runs away to find oneself, and finds no one at home.”
― Joan Didion, On Self-Respect
(Source: allstoriestold)
I knew there was a reason I love the genre so much.
Hello Goodbye.
Natural Habitat
Remember, always
your voice is lush
growth of down
wings never stopping,
flying, free
love dried up in our riverbed
of sacred feathers
buried, crossed,
unseen.
