76 plays

Chris Corner - Thinking Out Loud (Emiliana Torrini cover)

Like the stones at her feet
She’s a victim of gravity
The unbearable color of things
Gets her down

134 plays

The Smiths - Girl Afraid

Boy afraid
Prudence never pays

And everything she wants costs money

43 plays

Patrick Wolf - The Libertine

And in this drought of truth and invention
Whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention

59 plays

Christian Death - Electra Descending

Windows rattle with contempt
Peeling back a ring of dead roses
Soon it will rain blue landscapes
Leading us to suffocation

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Peter Murphy - Confessions

Direct words can turn lost minds
Towards some monster seed
Lyrics sung from pretty looks
Can on the reader feed

I wouldn’t know what to do with color. Color to me is too real. It’s limiting. It doesn’t allow too much of a dream. The more you throw black into a color, the more dreamy it gets… Black has depth. It’s like a little egress; you can go into it, and because it keeps on continuing to be dark, the mind kicks in, and a lot of things that are going on in there become manifest. And you start seeing what you’re afraid of. You start seeing what you love, and it becomes like a dream.
David Lynch