SEROTONIN
(Nine Horses, "Snow Borne Sorrow")
I kick the sheets
Until they rise like mountain ranges at my feet
I’m in the dark
God only knows the torment writ large upon my heart
What wouldn’t I?
What wouldn’t I give?
It comes to this
I’m only sure of things I know now don’t exist
There’s no precision
I’m inside-outside-in I want subdivision
And all of this fills my aching head
I hate this space, the luxury hotel bed.
Oh dear, oh me-oh-my
Got to concentrate just to keep from trying
Oh dear, oh me-oh-my
Got to concentrate just to keep from trying
Don’t lose it
Things move rapidly
Don’t lose it
Try to maintain composure
Don’t lose it
The dead are haunting me
Out with it
Let’s get it over.
What wouldn’t I?
What wouldn’t I give?
I’m thoroughly wasted
My mind’s hallucinating lucidity
It’s over sensitized
And something’s moving on the periphery
What wouldn’t I?
What wouldn’t I give?
4.30.2008
Serotonina
Arquivo do blogue
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- Serotonina
- Dia do desempregado
- Indie 2008: Primeiro fim-de-semana
- A lenta asfixia
- Camané
- Conto de fadas
- Um sentido de dignidade
- Plano universal de leitura
- Sabedoria feminina
- O anónimo Mr. Eno
- Numa palavra
- Agora a sério
- As palavras e as coisas
- O fôlego do Leão
- Versus
- Provável Lopes, antes e depois de Lopes
- Lições de música
- Coeurs
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