*William Basinski - Melancholia ||
lo-fi
low life
heavy heart
what is you head?
love is fire
i am fine or very bad
i won't miss you, ever
its not alright
it's okay, I'm dead
the soul is sleeping
words are stupid
I want to go to the sea
and drown in it
doors of hell are waiting
for a meeting with me
piranhas tear through the skin
I want everything to go back
love is hate
the web of my dreams
I need you right now,
but I won't tell you
because I'm a stranger
A small soft blade gives a giant pleasure
pinch the bullet between the teeth
I don't like women
revolution is my position
eyes crying gasoline
I'm fucking tired of waking up
poetry is a weed that wraps around your neck
iron sky, paper hands
alas, I lost
I'll be sober tomorrow morning
and you'll still be beautiful
too beautiful to be true
endless sadness lives in each of us
after death will come true any dream
under the earth will be warmer
I'm so glad you're you,
but I'm not glad I'm me
thousands of happy moments were left behind
and I feel like it's not happening to me
love is like going to the movies
it was great, but it's time to go
it's all in my head
it is not so easy to accept
I will lie to myself, but everything will pass
and warm snow will touch my cut lips
in St. Petersburg on Vosstaniya square
there is no one else
only the smell of spring in the distance