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le noir et le blue de mes jours.

Passenger - Holes

I know a man with nothing in his hands, nothing but a rolling stone
He told me about when his house burnt down, and he lost everything he owned
He lay asleep for six whole weeks, they were gonna ask his mother to choose
When he woke up with nothing he said I’ll tell you something
When you’ve got nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose

Now I’ve got a hole in my pocket, a hole in my shirt, a whole lot of trouble, he said
But now the money is gone, life carries on and I miss it like a hole in the head

I know a woman with kids around her ankles and a baby on her lap
She said one day her husband went to get a paper and the motherfucker never came back
Mortgage to pay and four kids to raise, but keeping the wolf from the door
She said the wolf’s just a puppy and the door’s double locked so why you gotta worry me for

Now he left a in hole in my heart a hole in a promise a hole on the side of my bed
Oh now that he’s gone well life carries on and I miss him like a hole in the head

Well sometimes you can’t change and you can’t choose
And sometimes it seems you gain less than you lose

Now we’ve got holes in our hearts, yeah we’ve got holes in our lives
Where we’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on

Where we’ve got holes in our hearts, yeah we’ve got holes in our lives
Where we’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on

Said we’ve got holes in our hearts, yeah we’ve got holes in our lives
Where we’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on

Said we’ve got holes in our hearts, we’ve got holes in our lives
We’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on

Said we’ve got holes in our hearts, we’ve got holes in our lives
We’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on

Said we’ve got holes in our hearts, yeah we’ve got holes in our lives
Where we’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on

"Don’t you cry for the lost. Smile for the living. Get what you need and give what you’re given. You know life’s for the living, so live it, or you’re better off dead."

-Passenger - Life’s for the Living

Passenger - Twenty Seven

27 years, 27 years old
Only thing I know, the only thing I get told
I gotta sell out if I want to get sold
Don’t want the devil to be taking my soul

I write songs that come from the heart
I don’t give a fuck if they get into the chart, or not
Only way I can be, is to say what I see
And have no shadow hanging over me

I don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run
‘Cause, running’s the thing I’ve always done
I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done
I’m a hungry heart, I’m a loaded gun

27 years, 27 years now,
Only thing I know, I know that I don’t know how
To please everybody all of the time
‘Cause everybody always fucking changing their minds

A little bit faded, a little bit jaded
Don’t want to stop, won’t be persuaded
To write words I can’t believe in,
To see my face on a video screen

I don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run
‘Cause, running’s the thing I’ve always done
I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done
I’m a hungry heart, I’m a loaded gun

27 years, 27 years done
Written 600 songs, only 12 get sung
87,000 cigarettes have passed through these lungs
And every single day I wish I’d never smoked one

A week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut
8 years sleeping, I’m still tired when I wake up
A whole year eating and I still lost weight fuck
5 proper girlfriends and 5 messy breakups

27 birthdays, 27 new years
30,000 quid, just so I could have a few beers
Ever dying old hopes, ever growing new fears
Don’t know where I’m going, but I know how I got here

Don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run
‘Cause, running’s the thing I’ve always done
Said I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done
I’m a hungry heart, I’m a loaded gun

"Well you only need the light when it’s burning low. Only miss the sun when it starts to snow. Only know you love her when you let her go.
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low. Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home. Only know you love her when you let her go. And you let her go."

-Passenger, Let Her Go

Aku diam. Dalam kamarku pun aku terus duduk diam. Segala perasaan yang simpang-siur dan mengawang kucoba hentikan dan endapkan. Dalam diam, samar-samar kukenal diriku kembali. Diamku adalah inti sesal derita di mana tangis dan air mata tak mampu lagi berbicara. Dan dalam diam pula kurasakan sentuhan kasih Tuhan yang mengantar kesadaran diri yang mendalam.

-Bulan Kuning Sudah Tenggelam (Mata Yang Enak Dipandang), Ahmad Tohari.

asylum-art:

Painted Book Sculptures byMike Stilkey, “Full of Smiles and Soft Attentions”

LA-based artist Mike Stilkey creates whimsical painted sculptures out of stacked books. Mike has always been attracted to painting and drawing not only on vintage paper, record covers and book pages, but on the books themselves. Using a mix of ink, colored pencil, paint and lacquer, Stilkey depicts a melancholic and at times a whimsical cast of characters inhabiting ambiguous spaces and narratives of fantasy and fairy tales. A lingering sense of loss and longing hints at emotional depth and draws the viewer into their introspective thrall with a mixture of capricious poetry, wit, and mystery. His work is reminiscent of Weimar-era German expressionism and his style has been described by some as capturing features of artists ranging from Edward Gorey to Egon Schiele.

Victor Frankenstein meets with Van Helsing.

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