Sunday, February 21, 2010
but your random ways swept me along
Sometimes I felt I would never
come out of the woods, I thought
its deeper darkness might absorb me
or feed me to the black turkeys
and I would cry out for the dog
and the dog would not answer.
- TURKEYS by Galway Kinnell
Wax Tailor - Seize The Day
Little Dragon - Twice
Midlake - Young Bride
Fredrik - Vinterbarn
Helplessness; that feeling. Emptiness; engulfing you. Wandering aimlessly in that shroud of white on what used to be green. A lone wrapper on the table. A gust of wind taking it in a swish.
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Fredrik,
Little Dragon,
Midlake,
Wax Tailor
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