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never been the same since I met you

How long can a man go on without being loved?
By Parker Fitzgerald
June 30, 2010 in MP3, Quotes | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
I know I love you
[ Arcade Fire: My Heart is an Apple.live ]
"even if it breaks your heart"
June 30, 2010 in MP3 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
You keep me very near And shoot me down
[ Nick Cave: Shoot Me Down ]
The girl from anime
June 29, 2010 in MP3 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
i will think of you now that we are apart
+ Emmy the Great: We almost had a baby
baby
June 29, 2010 in Art, MP3 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
hide every trace of sadness
[ Elvis Costello: Smile (New York Studio Version) ]
Yazz!
June 29, 2010 in MP3, sexycellent | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
sad..whaaa
June 28, 2010 in Eisley | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
I am the distance you put between
+ Leonard Cohen: You know Who I Am
04.29.2010 // Swan
June 28, 2010 in Quotes, Sincerely L. Cohen | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
Midnight is where the day begins
She's gonna make you cry
She's gonna make you whisper and moan
01.06.2010
June 28, 2010 in Quotes, U2 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
June 26, 2010 in MP3, Sincerely L. Cohen | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack
all the people dreaming
+ Jack Kerouac Reads from "On The Road"
" So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty. "
+ Bob Dylan - Dreamin' Of You
autostraddle
June 25, 2010 in Music Video, Quotes | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
