Waiting for some answers to questions that don't have any....

Raz Ohara & The Odd Orchestra - Where He At (Apparat Remix)

The thing never now, were you (unintelligible)
You’re gone and I won’t see you
anymore
You left my love on the run
And said that you were leaving
And you won’t come home again

...you won’t come home again
And I miss you like you're dead
But I never got to grieve you
'Cause I saw you in the arms of someone new
So your phantom follows me
Like a child would his mother
Or a lover who never said goodbye
It’s only saying goodbye

And I cry myself to sleep
And you thought I was happy
I was lonely
Had nowhere to go

And I heard that you moved on
Found a brand new family
And changed your married name
And everything has changed

And I’ll miss you like you’re dead
And find a way to grieve you
Cause I need to
Try and start again

And your ghost will have to leave
Like a child would his mother
Or a lover
Who has to say goodbye
It’s always say goodbye
It’s always say goodbye

"The creative adult is the child who has survived."

- Ursula LeGuin

CaTour ;)

Before tripping of...
Tired & dirty comeback...



...and then a bath and a final adventurous ding dong Tale

Monstrous bell toll.
I wake up and find somewhere to go.
That doesn't mean anything more than what is said, you know.
Heavy environmental clockworks strike one last time.
This is the theorem.
This is the rhyme.
Good bye.

It's high up in the air.
Tremendous love-affair.
I wanna be there.
The last breakthrough.

Long wires look like arms or traps for anyone to see.
And the composer strikes desperately on her knees.
Iron is built up in the air.
A gothic scenery.
This is the theorem.
This is the rhyme.
Good bye.

It's high up in the air.
Tremendous love-affair.
I wanna be there.
The last breakthrough.

Something invisible is sleeping in the sea gulls mouth.
What does it mean, what in the world does it amount to?

There's no such thing called summer here...

Kelimelerin
benim deri içine kazınmış
yumuşak notları gibi
Bir kelebek kadar dokunuş

: Angelene

I got caught in a storm
And carried away
I got turned, turned around

I got caught in a storm
That's what happened to me
So I didn't call
And you didn't see me for a while

I was rising up
Hitting the ground
And breaking and breaking

I got caught in a storm
Things were flying around
And doors were slamming
And windows were breaking
And I couldn't hear what you were saying
I couldn't hear what you were saying
I couldn't hear what you were saying

I was rising up
Hitting the ground
And breaking and breaking

Rising up
Rising up

Slow words
Sweet rewards
Glory of the past
Old stories that refuse to talk
..and I kiss the air
as it whispers softly
through your hair

:Angel ene

I'll stay screaming in your sleep
I'll stab out the moon and scare all of your sheeps...

...and it feels like I'm walking on rusty nails...

2 weeks done - 4 more to "go"

Jumping Njiw Jork ;)