January 2011
18 posts
musical snowflakes in hell →
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this is why i thought i ought to live in seattle
A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side While Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones All those people all those lives Where are they now? With the loves and hates And passions just like mine They were born And then they lived and then...
“I don’t think people are born artists; I think it comes from a mixture of your...”
– francis bacon
my preferred day job →
"do the du" or know yer music history →
