gotta get to you.

I don’t know why
You want to follow me tonight
When the rest of the world
With whom I’ve crossed and I’ve quarreled
Let’s me down so
For a thousand reasons that I know
To share forever the unrest
With all the demons I possess
Beneath the silver moon

Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don’t want to fight
I’m tired of being sorry

Chandler and Van Nuys
With all the vampires and their brides
We’re all bloodless and blind
And longing for a life
Beyond the silver moon

Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don’t want to fight
I’m tired of being sorry
I’m standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon

So far away – so outer space
I’ve trashed myself – I’ve lost my way
I’ve got to get to you

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ba ba baaaaaa.

Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
You’ve got me rockin’ and a-rollin’
Rockin’ and a-reelin’
Barbara Ann

Went to a dance
Looking for romance
Saw Barbara Ann
So I thought I’d take a chance
Barbara Ann, take my hand
You’ve got me rockin’ and a-rollin’
Rockin’ and a reelin’
Barbara Ann

Tried Betty Sue
Tried Betty Lou
Tried Mary Sue
But I knew it wouldn’t do
Barbara Ann, take my hand
You’ve got me rockin’ and a-rolling
Rockin’ and a-reeling
Barbara Ann

κενό.

η ψυχή σου διψά για σεξ και θάνατο.
πολλές φορές τα βρίσκει την ίδια στιγμή και κάνει το Αυτό να αγκαλιάζει το ΥπερΕγώ, κάνοντας το Εγώ να ζηλεύει.
οι απωθήσεις σου, οι μετουσιώσεις της ύπαρξης σου, επενδύουν πάνω σε άγχη προπατορικού φόβου.
τις ορμές σου αγαπώ πιο πολύ, τώρα που τις μαθαίνω και εξακολουθώ να μην τις κατανοώ.
ποιος θα νικήσει στη μεγάλη μάχη των τριών?

μπορεί και να μη χρειάζεται τίποτα παραπάνω.
παρά μια νύχτα που να μας βρει αγκαλιά.
μια γλυκιά νυχτιά που θα πεθάνουμε μαζί ο ένας για τον άλλο, ενώνοντας τη ματαιότητα των υποστάσεων μας.

τουλάχιστον ας κάνουμε όμορφες αυτές τις λίγες στιγμές ηρεμίας και παραπαίουσας ευτυχίας.
η ψευδαίσθηση μπορεί να περιμένει.

we can’t dream when we’re wide awake.

You carved our initials
Into these family trees.
But when the branches are bare and broken,
Love is so hard to reach.

We’ve learned to brace for the worst
And to read the last pages first,
Surrender feels safe.

Maybe the soul is the soil that holds the fallen seed,
Or the light pouring down in between the rain clouds,
Daring life to reach;
Or maybe it’s the rings in the trunk of the tree,
A birthmark time will leave
To measure the past.

But we can’t dream when we’re wide awake
Or fall in love with a heart too strong to break.

Faith is expensive to taste,
And time is borrowed loose change
That’s already been spent.

Maybe the soul is the tone of voice
That unearthed the words that we needed…

Maybe the soul is a suitcase that holds the backup plan –
A collection of keys and the patience we need
To start again.
Maybe it’s the thresholds that swallow us whole
As we learn to let go,
In spite of the dirt on our clothes