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midnight summer dream on Flickr.Via Flickr :[>PLAY]"Woke up on a good day
And the world was wonderful
A midnight summer dream had me in its spell
I dreamt about an old man
Sat and watched the rain all night
He couldn’t sleep a wink as all the drops fell
He told me of the beauty
Hidden in our foreheads
He told me of the ugliness
We show instead
And when we put a foot wrong do we learn
From all the pain
A midnight summer dream as he watched the rain
Then at midnight he poured another drink
And bent my ear
After midnight we sat up half the night
Or maybe more
And he began to tell me what it was all for
I woke up in an armchair
He had gone I don’t know where
Left me there to sit and look at the rain
Don’t remember much at all
But his words were echoing
A midnight summer dream and then wake again
Maybe I’ll never find him
Maybe he’s gone forever
Maybe I’ll have to sit here
Watching the weather
One thing’s pretty certain helped me
Make it in the night
Showed me somewhere else between wrong and right
And at midnight if you can’t sleep
Then I can bend your ear
After midnight we’ll sit up half the night
Or maybe more
And I’ll begin to tell you what it is all for
Wake up on a good day
And the world feels wonderful
Midnight summer dream has me in its spell”

midnight summer dream on Flickr.

Via Flickr :
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"Woke up on a good day
And the world was wonderful
A midnight summer dream had me in its spell

I dreamt about an old man
Sat and watched the rain all night
He couldn’t sleep a wink as all the drops fell

He told me of the beauty
Hidden in our foreheads
He told me of the ugliness
We show instead

And when we put a foot wrong do we learn
From all the pain
A midnight summer dream as he watched the rain

Then at midnight he poured another drink
And bent my ear
After midnight we sat up half the night
Or maybe more
And he began to tell me what it was all for

I woke up in an armchair
He had gone I don’t know where
Left me there to sit and look at the rain

Don’t remember much at all
But his words were echoing
A midnight summer dream and then wake again

Maybe I’ll never find him
Maybe he’s gone forever
Maybe I’ll have to sit here
Watching the weather

One thing’s pretty certain helped me
Make it in the night
Showed me somewhere else between wrong and right

And at midnight if you can’t sleep
Then I can bend your ear
After midnight we’ll sit up half the night
Or maybe more
And I’ll begin to tell you what it is all for

Wake up on a good day
And the world feels wonderful
Midnight summer dream has me in its spell”

Crow Jane on Flickr.Via Flickr:Picture by Siory Koray.[►PLAY]Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh 
There is one shining eye on a hard-hat
The company closed down the mine
Winking on waters they came
Twenty hard-hats, twenty eyes
In her clapboard shack
Only six foot by five
They killed all her whiskey
And poured their pistols dry
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh 
Seems you’ve remembered
How to sleep, how to sleep
The house dogs are in your turnips
And your yard dogs are running all over the street
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh 
“O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
Why you close up shop so late?”
“Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird
Measured .32, .44, .38
I asked that girl which road she was taking
Said she was walking the road of hate
But she stopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven
Population: 48”
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh 
Your guns are drunk and smoking
They’ve followed you right back to your gate
Laughing all the way back from the new town
Population, now, 28
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
~Nick Cave

Crow Jane on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Picture by Siory Koray.

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Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
There is one shining eye on a hard-hat
The company closed down the mine
Winking on waters they came
Twenty hard-hats, twenty eyes
In her clapboard shack
Only six foot by five
They killed all her whiskey
And poured their pistols dry
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
Seems you’ve remembered
How to sleep, how to sleep
The house dogs are in your turnips
And your yard dogs are running all over the street
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
“O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
Why you close up shop so late?”
“Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird
Measured .32, .44, .38
I asked that girl which road she was taking
Said she was walking the road of hate
But she stopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven
Population: 48”
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
Your guns are drunk and smoking
They’ve followed you right back to your gate
Laughing all the way back from the new town
Population, now, 28
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh


~Nick Cave

White China on Flickr.Via Flickr:[>PLAY]"When pale turns to pink
With a soft unnerving ease
And all you’ve built around
May just tumble to the ground
We stand or fall
With your future in another’s hands
We stand or fall
When your life is not your own
When white turns to red
In the not too distant days
Will force and misery
Be the life you have to lead?
We stand or fall
With your children in anothers world
We stand or fall
When your town is not your own
White China
White China
When crimson takes a hold
When the lights go down on all you’ve ever known
When all you’ll ever do
Is worked out for you
We stand or fall
When the thoughts you have are not your own
We stand or fall
When the freedom slips away”
~Ultravox 
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Crosspost by Koinup - original here

White China on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
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"When pale turns to pink
With a soft unnerving ease
And all you’ve built around
May just tumble to the ground

We stand or fall
With your future in another’s hands
We stand or fall
When your life is not your own

When white turns to red
In the not too distant days
Will force and misery
Be the life you have to lead?

We stand or fall
With your children in anothers world
We stand or fall
When your town is not your own

White China
White China

When crimson takes a hold
When the lights go down on all you’ve ever known
When all you’ll ever do
Is worked out for you

We stand or fall
When the thoughts you have are not your own
We stand or fall
When the freedom slips away”


~Ultravox 

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Crosspost by Koinup - original here

This is the day on Flickr.Via Flickr:[>PLAY]"Well… you didn’t wake up this morning,
‘cause you didn’t go to bed.
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red.
The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off.
You’ve been reading some old letters.
You smile and think how much you’ve changed.
All the money in the world couldn’t buy back those days.
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes.
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky.
This is the day your life will surely change.
This is the day when things fall into place.
You could’ve done anything, if you’d wanted.
And all your friends and family think that you’re lucky.
But the side of you they’ll never see
Is when you’re left alone with the memories
That hold your life together like — GLUE
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes,
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky.
This is the day your life will surely change.
This is the day when things fall into place.
This is the day your life will surely change…”
~The The/Matt Johnson
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Crosspost by Koinup - original here

This is the day on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
[>PLAY]

"Well… you didn’t wake up this morning,
‘cause you didn’t go to bed.
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red.
The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off.

You’ve been reading some old letters.
You smile and think how much you’ve changed.
All the money in the world couldn’t buy back those days.

You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes.
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky.
This is the day your life will surely change.
This is the day when things fall into place.

You could’ve done anything, if you’d wanted.
And all your friends and family think that you’re lucky.
But the side of you they’ll never see
Is when you’re left alone with the memories
That hold your life together like — GLUE

You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes,
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky.
This is the day your life will surely change.
This is the day when things fall into place.

This is the day your life will surely change…”


~The The/Matt Johnson

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Crosspost by Koinup - original here