lewis real

It’s a lie run free
Those lies, they’re precious to me
Come along, leave me be
For a silent hour, for a golden mile

Warum?

Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,
and life unto the bitter in soul

You said you hate the sound

Oh look at the lovers 
In the telephone stands 
And the way they move their hands 

Now I have nothing that I can keep

Cause every place I go I take another place with me

Love is love’s critique

Revisiting some Wolf Parade

You are a runner

With a stolen voice

And you are a runner

And I am my father’s son

Can you find a way to love yourself?

A way to let yourself go

Can you find a way to let yourself grow?

Just let go.

Revisiting this album recently, after realizing I really need to take it into consideration.

And I headed for the door

There was a forest on fire inside her

There was no reason to give to the poor

And if you think the road is dangerous

Then of course it is

You gotta listen for the cautionary roar

One of my favourite voices, and a fantastic lyricist. Listen to his Sunset Rubdown and Swan Lake stuff as well, he’s fantastic.

Say, can I make a bad mistake?

Say what it is I want to say to you

Say what

Oh I, could drink, a case of you, darling

Oh I am a lonely painter

I live in a box of paints

I’m frightened by the devil

And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid