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@yesterdaysheadlineblownbythewind
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable
"Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird Where are you now? When I need you Alone on an airplane Falling asleep against the windowpane My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again To hide all the dirt and pain 'Cause I'd be scared That there's nothing underneath And who are my real friends Have they all got the bends? Am I really sinking This slow
Where do we go from here? The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear And where are you?
They brought in the C.I.A The tanks and the whole marines to blow me away To blow me sky-high"
“Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around and choose your own ground For long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be"
Yesterday’s headline blown by the wind...
“It was one in the morning, a wind had risen and something curious too had happened; as if everyone in the city, simultaneously, had become sick of news of any kind; for thousands of newspaper pages blew through the small park on the way crosstown, blundered like pale bats against the trees, tangled themselves around the feet of Rooney and Rachel, and of a bum sleeping across the way. Millions of unread and useless words had come to a kind of life in Sheridan Square; while the two on the bench wove cross-talk of their own, oblivious, among them.”
OMG. Fucking beautiful.
You know that?
You know that old cliché about millions of deaths being a statistic while the loss of just one life is a tragedy?
If that's true, what is it when you lose something that never even had the chance to be born?
I've had lots of relationships in my time, platonic and otherwise, but the ones I think about most are those that never quite made it to term.
The dashing first date who didn't call you back.
The lady on the train you had that amazing conversation but never saw again.
The cool neighbor kid you met the first time a week before he moved away.
I guess I'm just haunted by all that potential energy. One moment, the universe presents you with this amazing opportunity for new possibilities...and then...”
>cutting to black
“There's nothing more dull Then talking, talking about yourself But what I meant to say I'm sorry that I lost control
Distracted by irrelevance The stress and the tension Crawling through the keyhole I'm in a lull “
“Home is whenever I'm with you
Home, yes I am home
Home is wherever I'm with you“
So, this is the last time we’re ever gonna see each other, huh?
When two of your favorites meet... Matt Berninger of The National performing from the Game of Thrones soundtrack.
I'm always thinking about useless things
I'm always checking out
I'm always mothering myself to bits
I'm always checking out
Forget it
Nothing I change changes anything
I won't let
I won't let it ruin my head
I only take up a little of the collapsing space
I better cut this off
Don't wanna fuck it up
I only take up a little of the collapsing space
I better cut this off
Don't wanna fuck up the place
I better walk it back, walk it back...
Oh I better walk it back, walk it back, walk it back, walk it back...
I try to save it for a rainy day
It's raining all the time
I can tell everything is less insane
I'm mixing weed with wine
Forget it
Nothing I change changes anything
I won't let
I won't let it ruin my head
I only take up a little of the collapsing space
I better cut this off
Don't wanna fuck it up
I only take up a little of the collapsing space
I better cut this off
Don't wanna fuck up the place
I better walk it back, walk it back...
Oh I better walk it back, walk it back, walk it back, walk it back...
Oh I better walk it back, walk it back, walk it back, walk it back...