October 15, 2012

Small-Town Church























                                                            


What to say what to say
Nothing to do
Life
Bad timing
Silence
Complete inside
Organ music
Not silent enough
Hold hands
Say good night every night
Rain
Back to Berlin
Simple and quiet.
Predictable
Find thoughts
Wet eyes
Bells
Coffee
Empty inside
Little funny man
Love
Missing already
Hold hands
Pardon the language
Remember everything
Thank you
Umbrella
Looking after
Please don’t
Make sure
Cry again
Successful
Heartbeats
Silence is talkative
Eyes and cheeks
Grey and blue
Heart
I wish you good luck
I wish
Spirit
Beautiful
Silence
Flesh hurts
Academically speaking 
Fucking uneducated people
Fucking losers
Pressure
A small inside
Why!
No one will know
She knows
Rock star holding a book
Don’t give up
Acceptance
Sick of accepting
Sick of feeling
Turn me into a practical robot
Bells ring
I need my car for visits
Stuff forgotten at home
It all fits inside
She’s gone, I’m gone
Summer starts
God, please!
Gunpowder on the inside
I’m into holding you
Put me on a ship.
Loneliness is better than nothing
I can
For you
For me
It’s worth it
Learn German
Fuck music
Earth and face cream
Flowers to be seen
Hear her footsteps
Hand on my cervix
I must have felt your kisses on my back
You loved me
Grateful
I must ask you
Your face, again
Voice, neck, shoulders
The rest of you leave me alone
I’m better by default
I’m like her
Education
Nobody
They all go downhill
Baby
Nervous
Emotion
All normal
Life
Stops
Piano
Blossom
Fresh air
I must ask you
Say it
Deal with this
Motivation
The rest of my life
I must ask you
You do
Me too
I’m sorry, God
I trip in your house
I don’t lie
Bells ring, it’s ok
Thank you
I’ll take her there
She’ll take me elsewhere
Salt and dinner
Wine
Oh, oh
Woman
Why do they hate me
It’s just me
I have my friend
We should have each other
You, there, keep walking
You, there, keep walking
You, there, keep walking
It’s cold here
We’ll swim
Small city has flowers
I smile
I light candles for my dearest
and they will live forever.

Quiet sucks.

Björk - It's Oh So Quiet (1995)




October 14, 2012

Some


- Hey, how are you, are you ok?
- Yes, I am, thank you for asking.
- Are you sure you're ok?
- Of course.
- Do you need anything? I could...
- Fuck you.