Fragments #0

♪
"I take a scar every time i cry

Cause it ain't my style no it ain't my style

Going down to the gravel head to the barrel

Emptiness never sleeps at Clifton's 6 am
With your bag lady friend and your mind descending
Stripped of the right to be a human in control
It's warmer in hell so down we go

Once you get burnt you're never the same

 

Look around ain't no R.I.P. signs here
We don't rest in peace
We just disappear

They say this is the city
The city of angels
All I see is dead wings"   
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The only song in which I've ever heard the words "city of angels" was Under the Bridge.

No more.

The Distillers - so eloquent, so powerful. Thanks to goodreads registration and people uploading pictures of their favourite musicians there.


 What a song, actually. And... can't really wait to present you the red-haired girl (this will happen next year). And not only her, the other night was so productive in finding treasures, as always the case when I gotta get up early-early. No quitting! 30 min is a new record here. But, surprisingly, I've dreamed. And was logical and even little interesting, like a real dream. Which is so rare for me. Even left a slight drool on the pillow, just like professional dreamers do :D Oh, what the heck, we are sleeping half our lifes away anyhow. Like she sings: "We don't rest in peace. We just disappear." Nailed it.