The Dead Weather - Bone House
[Horehound, 2009]
I wrote a song
Go on and listen
That’s all you’ll hear
When I go missing
I always get the things I want
my name is rez, I draw comic books, and this is a repository of personal zeitgeist.
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A Place To Wash The Heart, Monika Bielskyte
In the house of honesty her father was on trial
In the house of mystery there was no one at all there was no one at all
It seems so long ago none of us were very strong
Oh but Nancy wore green stockings & she, she slept with everyone
She never said she’d wait for us even though she was all alone
I think she fell in love with us in 1961.. in 1961
& the morning would not come, Nancy was alone
A forty-five beside her head & open telephone
[words by L. Cohen]
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Pulse
[ Tim Richardson ]
Pulse
[ Tim Richardson ]
Pulse
[ Tim Richardson ]
The Minor Threat
[ Tim Richardson ]
The Minor Threat
[ Tim Richardson ]
David Bowie - The Hotel
[Outside, 1995]
For we’re living
in a safety zone
We’re living from hour to hour down here
And we’ll take it when we can
It’s not Eden but it’s no sham
Living in the shadow of vanity
A complex passion for a simple man
And there is no Hell,
And there is no Hell
Like an old Hell
There is no Hell
William Blake I, by William Daniels
[ via cheveyo / finegarten ]