Monday, November 21, 2016

darkness, drought, little flowers sprout, don't worry about a thing

When the world ends
Collect your things, you're coming with me
When the world ends
You tuckle up yourself with me
Watch it as the stars disappear to nothing
- Dave Matthews Band

When there's no one, no one else around
We'll be two souls in a Ghosttown
When it all falls, when it all falls down
We'll be two souls in a Ghosttown
- Madonna 

When the rocket ships all fall
And the bridges they all buckle
And everybody's packin' up their station wagons
There's a number you can call
Like a breast that you can suckle
And we quietly will exit as it all is happenin' again
'Cause there's a river runnin' underground
Underneath the town towards the sea
That only I know all about
On which from this city we can flee
- in Rufus Wainwright


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1 comment:

t said...

yes, The Phantom Of The Opera is there inside our minds