Monday, February 23, 2015

Some days I don't give a fuck
and some days I care much too much
Then my mind gets in a rush
and I can't shut it off

I'm an open receiver

Some days I'm out of luck
and sometimes I get way out of touch
Every now and then I wanna give up
because I'm spinning

One day when I rise above
I'll be a believer

I'll be a believer

Hugo Race

Monday, February 09, 2015

here shall we live in this terrible town
where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist
and the walls shall have eyes 
and the doors shall have ears
but we'll dance in the dark 
and they'll play with our lives

like a slow burn leading us on and on and on
like a slow burn turning us round and round and round
but who are we? So small in times such as these
slow burn, slow burn

David Bowie (*)