We’re hiding like elephants when they’re happy ~
& all the children are i n s a n e
So, you go, and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own. You go home, you cry and you want to die.
Closing your eyes, listening to Pepper’s gentle guitar, Phil’s rough drawl.. you can’t help feeling doomed, condemned, although where the music takes you is that place, that distant place in the heart of the city, in that warm summer evening, when you became one with them, your ‘family’.. when it was already quiet, but it had been the sound that bent your mind..
Who wants to live today? ^^
I’m utterly fascinated/obsessed, possessed, haunted and hunted,
- i saw that photo of an owl
and owls filled my life! -
http://www.zacekfoto.ee/ - the one to blame.
THAT MEANS FUCK ALL!
Sick Boy: It’s certainly a phenomenon in all walks of life.
Renton: What do you mean?
Sick Boy: Well, at one point, you’ve got it, then you lose it. And it’s gone forever. All walks of life. Georgie Best, for example, had it, lost it. Or David Bowie or Lou Reed.
Renton: Lou Reed. Some…
