Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I was meant for the stage - the decemberists [ song ]
I descended a dusty gravel ridge Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge Until I eventually arrived At the place where your soul had died
Barefoot in the shallow creek I grabbed some stones from underneath And waited for you to speak to me
In the silence it became so very clear That you had long ago disappeared I cursed myself for being surprised That this didn't play like it did in my mind
All the way from San Francisco As I chased the end of your road 'Cause I've still got miles to go
And I want to know my fate If I keep up this way
And it's hard to want to stay awake When everyone you meet, they all seem to be asleep And you wonder if you're missing a dream
You can't see a dream You can't see a dream You just can't see a dream
“The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater because he is trying to kill you, and you deserve it, you do, and you know this, and you are ready to die in this swimming pool because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means your life is over anyway. You’re in eighth grade. You know these things. You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to do long division, and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.” - Richard Siken
You know my darling, I can't stand to sleep alone No sweetheart in the dark to call my own You're my own, you're my own, I can sing it, I can groan But the darkness is a stranger and I'm lonely, lonely, lonely, low
Last night's parties and last nights horrorshow Smiling and whirling and kissing all I know Give my soul, give my soul, sing it free across the sea A lonely spell to conjure you, but conjure hell is all I do
Lonely, lonely, lonely, 'cause my mama told me The dream of love is a two hearted dream Lonely, lonely, lonely, 'cause my mama told me The dream of love is a two hearted dream
They say for every high high there must be a low, low, low, low, low From every sun ascending a lonesome moon will grow, grow, grow, grow Drive my heart, drive my heart, into the fire of a burning heart's desire A lonely spell so you be seen, do you hear me coming in my blue dream?
Lonely, lonely, lonely, 'cause my mama told me The dream of love is a two hearted dream Lonely, lonely, lonely, The dream of love is a two hearted dream
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stop all the clocks - w.h. auden [ poem ]
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I was meant for the stage - the decemberists [ song ]
I was meant for the curtain.
I was meant to tread these boards,
Of this much i am certain.
I was meant for the crowd,
I was meant for the shouting.
I was meant to raise these hands
With quiet all about me. oh, oh.
Mother, please, be proud.
Father, be forgiven.
Even though you told me
'Son, you'll never make a living.' oh, oh.
copcacetic [ word ]
co·pa·cet·ic \ˌkō-pə-ˈse-tik\
1.
fine; completely satisfactory; OK.
1915-20, Americanism; of obscure origin
another life [ images ]
bixby canyon bridge - death cab for cutie [ song ]
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge
Until I eventually arrived
At the place where your soul had died
Barefoot in the shallow creek
I grabbed some stones from underneath
And waited for you to speak to me
In the silence it became so very clear
That you had long ago disappeared
I cursed myself for being surprised
That this didn't play like it did in my mind
All the way from San Francisco
As I chased the end of your road
'Cause I've still got miles to go
And I want to know my fate
If I keep up this way
And it's hard to want to stay awake
When everyone you meet, they all seem to be asleep
And you wonder if you're missing a dream
You can't see a dream
You can't see a dream
You just can't see a dream
louis and henry [ images ]
a head full of ghosts [ images ]
cw: homophobia, violence
sleep alone - bat for lashes [ song ]
No sweetheart in the dark to call my own
You're my own, you're my own, I can sing it, I can groan
But the darkness is a stranger and I'm lonely, lonely, lonely, low
Last night's parties and last nights horrorshow
Smiling and whirling and kissing all I know
Give my soul, give my soul, sing it free across the sea
A lonely spell to conjure you, but conjure hell is all I do
Lonely, lonely, lonely, 'cause my mama told me
The dream of love is a two hearted dream
Lonely, lonely, lonely, 'cause my mama told me
The dream of love is a two hearted dream
They say for every high high there must be a low, low, low, low, low
From every sun ascending a lonesome moon will grow, grow, grow, grow
Drive my heart, drive my heart, into the fire of a burning heart's desire
A lonely spell so you be seen, do you hear me coming in my blue dream?
Lonely, lonely, lonely, 'cause my mama told me
The dream of love is a two hearted dream
Lonely, lonely, lonely,
The dream of love is a two hearted dream