random rant

want to tell me a lie? want to give me an excuse?
better be a damn good one, either way.
i always find out.
1- if you're my student, makes you look just the more pathetic and self-entitled, and it only exponentially increases my annoyance with you.
2- if you're my friend, it just &%@$*$# hurts. and there's only a handful of things more emotionally exhausting than pretending to be none the wiser.

12

if there is a heaven
i know you're there

thankful for...

1. the strength to carry on
2. the certainty that night will come, and then morning, and then night...
3. forgiveness
4. ...

replaceable

replaceable
it's cynical
call me useless
just you wait
put me down
and call it fate

the end

this is the end
beautiful friend
this is the end
my only friend,
the end

circus lights

more light, more heat
are you asking me
to take you, hold you, show you more
more light, more heat
if you're asking me
i'll be there, when these circus lights go out

worth the price

stairway to heaven^-1

oggi è domani è oggi

... se anche noi, ogni tanto, ci ricordassimo che è giustappunto verso una fine comunque ingloriosa che corriamo, può darsi che passeremmo molto più tempo a mangiare dolcetti che invece dovremmo serbare, piuttosto che angustiarci l’oggi impedendoci di fare qualsiasi cosa in nome di un domani che non si capisce bene quand’è che arriverà (arriverà?).

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suo gân ~ part II

Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
Gura, gura ar y ddôr
Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig
Sua, sua ar lan y môr
Huna blentyn, nid oes yma
Ddim i roddi iti fraw
Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes
Ar yr engyl gwynion draw

suo gân

Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron
Ni cha' dim amharu'th gyntun
Ni wna undyn â thi gam

look no further

til death do us part

and even then
maybe not

remember the tinman

there are locks on the doors
and chains stretched across
all the entries to the inside
there's a gate and a fence
and bars to protect
from only God knows what lurks outside

vela/r/s/e

el cuarto de Tula, le cogiò candela

se quedò dormida y no apagò la vela...

this night

there are things/i have done/there's a place/i have gone
there's a beast/and i let it run/now it's running my way
[...]
so take this night/wrap it around me like a sheet
i know i'm not forgiven/but i need a place to sleep
so take this night/and lay me down on the street
i know i'm not forgiven/but i hope that i'll be given some peace

the marriage

fall

sitting on a platform

i could wait around all year...


should i...

should i...

... leave?

chasing pavements

should i give up
or should i just keep chasing pavements
even if it leads nowhere?

or would it be a waste
even if i knew my place
should i leave it there?