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Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes

I’m so aware of where I am, but I don’t know where that is

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Tomorrow I was nothing, yesterday I’ll be
Time has fooled me into thinking it’s a part of me
Nothing in this room but empty space
No me, no world, no mind, no face

I’m so aware of where I am, but I don’t know where that is
And there’s something right in front of me and I
Touch the fingers of my hand
And I wonder if it’s me

Can you turn me off for just a second, please
Turn me into something faceless,
Weightless, mindless, homeless

Vacuum state of peace.

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Let it be.

And when she died, one of the difficulties I had, as the years went by, was that I couldn’t recall her face so easily. That’s how it is for everyone, I think. As each day goes by, you just can’t bring their face into your mind, you have to use photographs and reminders like that. So in this dream twelve years later, my mother appeared, and there was her face, completely clear, particularly her eyes, and she said to me very gently, very reassuringly: “LET IT BE.”

Paul McCartney, about “Let it Be”

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Ain’t no sunshine

one of my most loved songs by one of my most loved artists. joy!

I could even go as far as calling it art. <3

Somewhere between screaming and crying

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How does it feel to be locked inside another dream
That never had a chance of being realized?

It takes a lot…

It takes a lot to give, to ask for help
To be yourself, to know and love what you live with
It takes a lot to breathe, to touch, to feel
The slow reveal of what another body needs

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Sometimes, I have everything – yet I wish I felt something

The Old Apartment

Broke into the old apartment
This is where we used to live
Broken glass, broke and hungry
Broken hearts and broken bones
This is where we used to live.

Why did you paint the walls?
Why did you clean the floor?
Why did you plaster over
The hole I punched in the door?

This is where we used to live
Why did you keep the mouse trap?
Why did you keep the dish rack?
These things used to be mine
I guess they still are, I want ’em back!

Broke into the old apartment
Forty-two stairs from the street
Crooked landing, crooked landlord
Narrow laneway filled with crooks
This is where we used to live.

Why did they pave the lawn?
Why did they change the lock?
Why did I have to break it?
I only came here to talk.

This is where we used to live
How is the neighbour downstairs?
How is her temper this year?
I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for fun.

I know we don’t live here anymore
We bought an old house on the Danforth
She loves me and her body keeps me warm
And I am happy there.

This is where we used to live
Broke into the old apartment
Tore the phone out of the wall
Only memories, fading memories
Blending into dull tableau
I want them back.

(I want them back)
This is where we used to live
(I want them back)
This is where we used to live
(I want them back)
This is where we used to live
(I want them back).

Barenaked Ladies – The Old Apartment.mp3