Soft You can feel Pale You will see Sad No one feels Taciturn Between breaths
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Soft You can feel Pale You will see Sad No one feels Taciturn Between breaths
10/01/2026
ride - sight of you
"... With our backs to the sky And our eyes on the ground With the clouds far below No horizon around With the wind in our face And our arms open wide We will pass through this place To the other side..."
♪: The Sisters of Mercy - Never Land
Not Such a Silent Hill
"Come closer and see See into the trees Find the girl While you can
Come closer and see See into the dark Just follow your eyes Just follow your eyes
I hear her voice Calling my name The sound is deep In the dark
I hear her voice And start to run Into the trees Into the trees
Into the trees
Suddenly I stop But I know it's too late I'm lost in a forest All alone
The girl was never there It's always the same I'm running towards nothing Again and again and again and again..."
♪: The Cure - A Forest
"I cry in my sleep, sometimes you stay Sometimes you stay, you never know why Please say my name, don't turn away
The pain is black The pain is bright The pain is black The pain is bright The pain is bright
Then I awake and in the half-light Watching my movements through half-closed eyes You're touching me as a priest loves pornography We played beneath the patterns Don't turn away
The pain is black The pain is bright The pain is black The pain is bright The pain is bright
Kissed by the years, caresses of time Marking the lines, the lines of expression The patterns of place, the patterns of youth The patterns of love, don't turn away Say my name, say my name".
♪: The Durutti Column - Never known
With the smell of smoke from the russian rockets,
I inhale the faint scent of uncertainty.
We will continue to empty our pockets
in support of those who have honour and modesty.