March 2010
“All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.”
—George Orwell in England, Your England (via wordpainting) (via booklover)
Big Black Car
Big Star
Big Star, Big Black Car
(Sister Lovers, 1974)“Driving in my big black car, nothing can go wrong. Nothing can hurt me. Nothing can touch me. Why should I care? The lights above, oh yes. I see the stars above.”
Alex Chilton, RIP.
To my fair lady / Sakura Mizuki
The cherry blossoms,
The East wind blew them away
To my fair lady
She welcomes my love
Eternal and enduring,
That is their depth
Words can sway with time
But my fondness for your smile
Lasts through time and all
The sad violin
Plays the one song you ever wrote;
Heartbreaking notes,
Proofs of your love,
Reminiscent of your tears;
Treasure to my ear
I had loved you,
And as the coffin lid closes
On your lovely face,
I love you still.
Our ways may part in this world
But the cherry blossoms always,
And we will be reunited again next spring.
“« Pluie diluvienne,
A l’aurore, noie mon Cœur
De chagrin, je meurs »” —Haiku de Sakura Mizuki
A l’aurore, noie mon Cœur
De chagrin, je meurs »” —Haiku de Sakura Mizuki
End of Love / End of Summer
Pour toi, une rose,
Pour moi, je l’espère, ton Cœur.
Dis-moi oui ici ;
Devant un autel
De fleurs à l’aube de l’hiver
Et embrasse-moi.
Par un doux baiser,
Scellons nos destins et partons,
Portés par le vent.
Nous irons à son gré,
Ici, là, là-bas ou ailleurs
Sous le bleu ciel.
Laisse ton voile,
Nous avons pour geôlier,
Notre amour seul.
À la nuit tombée,
Mes grands bras te berceront.
Dans leur étreinte,
Tu dormiras
À la belle étoile,
Et fera un beau rêve.
Dame Nature
Protège ma bien-aimée
À son réveil
Le vent s’en ira,
Je m’en irai ; alors un
Pâle septembre.
Sakura Mizuki
“Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.”
—Martin Luther King Jr. | Submitted by: blueyedstorms (via quote-book) (via samuraifrog)
Zombie
The Pretty Reckless
The Pretty Reckless - Zombie (Demo)
In the Garden of Eden, Sheryl St. Germain
No one tells much about it,
but there were vultures in the Garden of Eden,
Turkey vultures, to be exact.
Dark eagles, they would soar like gods
voiceless, their wings held out in blessing,
their unfeathered heads the red jewels
of the sky of the garden.They were vegetarian then.
There were no roadside kills,
no bones to pick, no dead flesh to bloom, ripen.And they were happy.
They could not imagine
what they would become.
Such Great Heights
Streetlight Manifesto
Such Great Height by Streetlight Manifesto
originally by The Postal Service
(posted by popculturebrain)In case you needed a little ska in your life.
“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.”
—Haruki Murakami (via laurataylor)
“they say that what doesn’t kill us makes us who we are.”
—Motion City Soundtrack (via goodluckacademy) (via coccaonthinks) (via booklover)
