There’s no comprehending
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
And the lips you can get
And still feel so alone
— Joni Mitchell, Coyote
I want a bit part in your life,
A walk-on would be fine
Little more than a cameo
Nothing traumatic when I go
— The Lemonheads, Bit Part
When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other.
(Source: belle-jolie)
(Source: christinatbrown)
I’ve come to realise that maybe it is only the fear and possibility of something terrible that can shock you into a new perspective - one where you know the people and things that matter.
It’s something too easily forgotten.
So drunk to hell, I left the place
Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
— The Pogues, A Pair of Brown Eyes
(Source: saltforsalt)
