Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


2008-02-16 17-38-07

When I got older and I learned the truth
some things don’t matter if they ain’t no use
if you can’t get there without playing games
or pointing fingers at who’s to blame
I’m only human but time will tell
who’s sold out and who is for sale
kicked out – kicked in, I can’t open the door
— Dead Moon, Kicked Out – Kicked In


I don’t want to pale the light
I don’t want to lose you twice
I don’t want an explanation
Like the echos in the waiting station
I just want to spread your wings beneath my sky
— Dead Moon, Echoes To You