mandag 28. februar 2011

Oh, whatever, I don't really care



Stars with stains and heaven and afterglow
Beneath the ashes of echoes burried alive
They are howling through hollows
Once we share their temple of our arms
Now our heads are hung up on the wall

Susanne Sundfør - The Brothel

søndag 27. februar 2011

torsdag 24. februar 2011

onsdag 23. februar 2011

I am thankful that someone actually receives the prize that was promised by all those fairytales that drugged us



He once cut out one of my nightmares out of paper
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
And I tried to tell him that he had a sense of color and composition so magnificent
And he said "thank you, please, but your flattery is truly not becoming me.
Your eyes are poor. You are blind. You see, no beauty could have come from me.
I am a waste of breath, of space, of time.

Bright Eyes - Waste of paint

tirsdag 22. februar 2011

The fantasy world map


You've fallen fast, just like a plane on a stormy sea



Everything has it's price
What's more romantic
than dying in the moonlight

Tom Waits - Dead and lovely

søndag 20. februar 2011

tirsdag 15. februar 2011

Till I go and kill the bottle



Baby you're foul in clear conditions
But you're handsome in the fog

The Cardigans - I need some fine wine

mandag 14. februar 2011

Vitamin souls



Gorillaz - Kids with guns

søndag 13. februar 2011

onsdag 9. februar 2011