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La Dispute - View From Our Bedroom Window
https://youtu.be/dtZ8osvmX2Y You are sleeping in the room alone now You are restless in the night When the lightning from the storm strikes, you shine For a second in the light, I wait For a moment when the weather breaks I can feel you in the mattress shake I can see the way an old pain haunts you Morning falling in the frame You stayed down I face my failure in the way I escaped it In the crumble before a break down takes Like a rapture in the night, you fight hard I face my own pain in the way I embraced it In the bedroom with the door locked tight Like a coward when the flash burns bright, I'll hide Your hands burnt on the torch's flame Fighting the path away Brighter than lightning and burning, striking the ground We spent summers awake We shake at shadows shapes The wind, it rattles our dreams We're always turning around You were standing in the doorway You were staring at the flames How the fire from the house next door mixed With the colours from the cop cars I saw Neighbours gathered in the alleyway In the summer, in the heat, I wait For a wind that I can chase your pain out Gather water from the flames, I wait Nights we've all shook Any noise that got in our room Rattled on the floor like shells scattering or like hail falling on the hood of our car Do you remember that drive south? Coast-bound, just us two Savannah west in the mirror and winter in rear-view, burning How the storm fell so harshly we felt swallowed And traffic stopped before and behind us Hard rain and sheets grey and unbroken Hazards flashed dimly in all directions like small satellites or like lighthouse beacons We turned the radio off I gripped the wheel tight when the storm burst and clouds split suddenly open to the sky All the colours that were in us, dumbstruck with love and terror and both As if before us stood temples ancient and terrifying The light refracting truth to see death and life and all things Your hands burnt on the torches flame I was the last to change, strike me like a lightning bolt and burning me down Your hands burnt on the torches flame I was the last to change, strike me like a lightning bolt and burning me down The wind battles, our chance We shake our fists at the pain We shake at shadow shapes We cup our hands in the storm and watch our houses burning We catch the rain to fight it
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As you make your way through the small rock escarpment, you are assaulted by a blast of stagnant air, dank with the fetid miasma of corpses and the exotics fumes of necromantic spice. Roll a perception check as you gaze down the cyclopean passages of Befallen...
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Variations within a theme within a simulation within a universe composed of a vibrating string wrapping around a bubble in space time and stretching back thin to another string that screams in agony as it is devoured into the depth of it's own abyss.
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Filter & the Crystal Method Cant You Trip Like I Do Can't you trip like I do?!
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Gang Starr - Mass Appeal
All the suckas get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts. Maybe a Soul You'd Sell to get Mass Appeal
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With the recent talk and controversy of kneeling, coupled with continued involvement in the Middle East and antipathy towards world leaders/the greed of the elite I was reminded of this song:
Take a Bow | ||
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Bit of Joy Division (Love will tear us apart!), Depeche Mode (Enjoy the Silence) and Adamski/Seal (Killer)
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