Autor: pitirijaz

The fire fades away, most of everyday is full of tired excuses but it’s too hard to say: I wish it were simple but we give up easily, you’re close enough to see that… you’re the other side of the world to me

Other Side of the World, KT Tunstall

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart, I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask, I want to exorcise the demons from your past, I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart.

Undisclosed Desires, Muse.

And you rock the song I wanna play. I’ll write your harmony in C.

Sick Muse, Metric

No one laughs at God when the doctor calls After some routine tests. No one’s laughing at God when it’s gotten real late and their kid’s not back from that party yet. No one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake. No one’s laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they’re mistaken. No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door and they say “We’ve got some bad new, sir”. No one’s laughing at God when there’s a famine, fire or flood. But God can be funny, at a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they’re about to choke. God can be funny when told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way and when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus. God can be so hilarious.

Laughing With, Regina Spektor

Watch out Cupid stuck me with a sickness, pull your little arrows out, let me live my life

Sick Muse, Metric

When I’m bored I send vibrations in your direction through the satellite mind

Satellite Mind, Metric

If my life is mine, what shouldn’t I do? I get wherever I’m going, I get whatever I need. While my blood’s still flowing, and my heart still beats … Beating like a hammer. Help, I’m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer. Hard to be soft, tough to be tender…

Help I’m Alive, Metric

Don’t meddle with her heart, meddle with her mind. Meddle with the things that are inside. You don’t know what you’ll find. You don’t know what she hides.

Meddle, Little Boots.