There is always some madness in love. But
there is also always some reason in
madness.
there is also always some reason in
madness.
Tracks
Raccoon and Man staring at the moon.
A new series of photo-manipulation I’m making combining parts of houses on trees.
Um horizonte afigura-se numa divindade pagã
Um culto de formas, de cores profundas e reais
Que se propagam em camadas infinitas sobre a visão
E durante a prisão ilusória do mundo feliz
O mundo esvanece-se num paraíso intemporal
Que nos eleva em Deuses de nós mesmos
Numa sede apaixonante de criação.
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(Source: maudit)
With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everything’s far away.
We will laugh the day that Thatcher dies,
Even though we know it’s not right,
We will dance and sing all night.
I was blind in 1979, by ‘82 I had clues,
By 1986 I was mad as hell.
The teachers at school, they took us for fools,
They never taught us what to do,
But Christ we were strong, we knew all along,
We taught ourselves the right from wrong.
And the punk rock kids, and the techno kids,
No, it’s not their fault.
And the hip hop boys and heavy metal girls,
No, it’s not their fault.
It was love, but Tories don’t know what that means,
She was Michelle Cox from the lower stream,
She wore high-heeled shoes while the rest wore flat soles.
And the playground taught her how to be cruel,
I talked politics and she called me a fool,
She wrapped her ankle chain round my left wing heart.
Ding dong, the witch is dead, which old witch?
The wicked witch.
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead.
