Came to London to find myself but in ten million people, where do you start?/Drunk at a party, you asked me if I was someone else and I say, "Yeah, if it helps you, I won't be myself"/Like Japanese poets who capture a Summer in only three lines, with just one kiss, I want to tell you but it takes all night/You just can't wait for the right time because like comets, it could be the last time/You should always tell them you love them in case you never see them again
Music
M.Music
Love&Music
Movies
DELETED SCENES
Your life’s like a comic book - all shadows and childhood fantasy. The people you love, disguised, in a velvet glove biography. But I recognise what’s going on : deleted scenes. And when your eyes go out, you play them back, as broken dreams. I don’t get you anymore. I don’t get you anymore. I don’t get you anymore. I can’t respect you anymore. You got a letter from an old friend, asking why you never spoke again. You leave your lovers cast in amber past and those times you can’t evoke again. I don’t get you anymore. I don’t get you anymore. I don’t get you anymore. I can’t respect you anymore. You’re in denial, you’re not on trial.
Television
Anything can happen in life - especially nothing, mainly nothing. Once you know that, you’re fine. Once you know that, you can retire. Set your clock by your heart. Work’s over-rated and it will kill you. Finish nothing you start and start nothing you think you’ll continue. I’m disaffected now. I’m disaffected now. And to this model I’ve kept. I surface at 3 in the clothes that I slept in. And though I’m drowning in debt, I’m richer through all the things I’m rejecting. And in a rare, certain light, I have a strange charm, I think you’d like me. And the rain brings me out. The rain makes me happy. I’m disaffected now. I’m disaffected now. Set your clock by your heart. Work’s over-rated and it will kill you.
Books
The doctors shake their heads/They chain around the bed/They’re looking for a reason to why I’m still not dead/The medicine’s not working/I haven’t sleep for days/The light is shone right through me/The skeleton is weighed/Incurable, I’m helpless - the mind and body weak/I have so much to tell you but I can’t seem to speak/Incurable, I’m lonely/The city empties out/I live inside the shadow - the shadow of a doubt/The cannons fire across me/I cannot make the trial/The seasons crash around me/The bones are in denial/My temper is a tower/The church will not provide/You closed the drawer upon me/I am unclassified/The romance of the season is wasted on the weak/I stayed in bed through snowfall/I tried to get some sleep/Invisible and broken/The spirit has moved out/Words that were unspoken, I cannot live without/A strange light beckons me this way/A strange life beckons me this way
Heroes
I am jacknifed in your diary. I may be home alone, I’m not lonely. And I’ll be stronger when I’m stronger. I’m at my bleakest, at my weakest. I am worn out and I’m frustrated I tried to work you out but you’re a stranger. I’ve got the rulebook - it’s missing pages. And I could guess but that’s so dangerous. Turn around when you get to the coast - there’s nothing there to see but sea. Leave those mountains left unclimbed. And put a line right through me.
About me: None of us are what we were/I know you've heard this all before/I know you've heard this all before but none of us are what we were/But it's a dark age, a dangerous time/I'm on the last page, the end of the line/But it's a dark age, a dangerous time/I'm on the last train, the end of the line/Outside the bar on the road to the Madrid, a curious frost settled down on my ribs/These were the badlands, the sad lands/I wanted to leave but I wanted to give/Whispered in song in the tops of the trees, "Tears are the only rain that we see"/Whispered in song in the tops of the trees, "Tears are the only rain that we see"/I get up too late to wave off the night/
I get up too late to wave off the night
Atsigrezk i upe! Ketvirtadieni, liepos 17 d. 20 val. Maloniai kvieсiame i KultFlux kulturos prieplaukos atidaryma Neries krantineje prie Mindaugo tilto.
