Monday, March 7, 2011


"Twenty three and so tired of life such a shame to throw it all away the images grow darker still
Could I have been anyone other than me? Then I look up at the sky My mouth is open wide, lick and taste what's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying turn, turn we almost become dizzy."

Even though I've seen him play and listened to all his songs a million times, he never fails at picking me up.

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