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| Guided by Voices – Common Rebels Lyrics
| 11 years ago
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I like the Bill and Ted's allusion. And I think we broke the world, but I take comfort in the fact this planet will get along just fine without us. Humanity is irrelevant in the big picture. So just go out and find the beauty in the world. There's no sense in fretting over the bad. Hope this helps. It certainly helped me to hear it. |
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| The Smiths – There Is a Light That Never Goes Out Lyrics
| 11 years ago
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I picked her up at 11 like so many times before. She was slow coming out. Always hung-up but she always had a reason. I loved that, the moments left to think. To think of her. To think of the consequences of my questions. The ephemeral thrill of asking followed by pure elation...or depression. I'd decided the risk was too high. Another night of wondering was in order. At least I would be happy in the brief moments I had with her. And for me that couldn't ever be enough, but it would have to do. As long as i hadn't lost her. |
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| Brown Bird – Run the Wire Lyrics
| 11 years ago
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There it stood, a testament to his father taken to early. A wooden craft, left to wither and die in storage, out of place. The son gave his life to this vessel, "The Albatross". The sea called to him and he answered, hoping to find what had been lost. He left his wife and son in pursuit of closure, though all he found was anger in the gentle swells. The sea's indifference infuriated him. He wanted his father back from the blue. In the end he found the depths did not return the fallen. Instead they took another father so they may call another son. |
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| Sufjan Stevens – Casimir Pulaski Day Lyrics
| 11 years ago
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"I'm sorry" i said. She hated that. The constant reminder of her terrible affliction. Though it was all i could say. She knew it too. I sat next to that bed all night, reminiscing over the days of old, the love we shared. Laughing over small trinkets of immense meaning. A race against the clock to relive all our moments of former glory, of happiness. We could never win, it was the unspoken truth. She fell asleep and that clock we raced struck 12. I knew it would be the day she died. I had never been so angry... |
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