[ Hawksley Workman: Oh You Delicate Heart ]
I'd no sooner forget you
than pretty houses or legends
But sometimes Meadowheart
is lost, Isolde is lost,
the new apartment is lost
and I'm invisible
in the cold machines of universe
that won't stop
or slow to let you kiss
[ DeVotchKa | The Last Beat of My Heart ]
Drawing Of D. Bowie, circa 1997
[ Tori Amos | Flying Dutchman (live) ]
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Nellie McKay | Manhattan Ave (live)
Though the sound of hope has left me
Sam Phillips: Sister Rosetta Goes Before Us
i turn my back on my faith
Love Spit Love: Am I Wrong
In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant. My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known -- no wonder, then, that I return the love.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Love is Blindness
[ Oingo Boingo|Can't See (Useless) live ]
Stacy's shirt captures what's on many people's mind today.
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[ Melody Gardot | Love Me Like A River ]
"Love goes away when your mind goes away and then you're someone else."
[ Diana Krall | Cry Me A River ]
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
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[ Billie Holiday | Good Morning Heartache ]
[ Elvis Costello & Brodsky Quartet: Dead Letter ]
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[ The Thrill is Gone: Chet Baker ]
“We grew still and stared at each other. It seemed incredibly dangerous to look into each other’s eyes, but we were doing it. For how long can you behold another person? Before you have to think of yourself again, like dipping the brush back in for more ink. For a very long time; you didn’t need to get more ink, there was no reason to get anything else, because she was as good as me, she lived on earth like me, she suffered as I did. It was she who looked away and pulled the sheet to her chin.”
No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July [via]