You have ten seconds to post a lit-related lyric that comes to mind

You have ten seconds to post a lit-related lyric that comes to mind.

>In this sea of lonely
>The taste of ink is getting old

Now she's a little boy in Spain, playing pianos filled with flames.

sorry, i only listen to popol vuh, tangerine dream, and com truise.

...

This is the voice of sand
The sailors understand
There is far more sea than sand
There is far more sea than land

Min elskede når vi husker efter
hvad har vi så gjort at vi har det så herligt
i arkivets stabler af hæfter
hvisker blækket til arkene: "Jeg elsker dig kærligt"
lissom liljer der vugger til ro på en mark
vil jeg plukkes af vinden der bor i din park
lad mig knæle for din bestjernede fod
og gi´ dig et lotus læbekys

I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain and the end is alway near

Hello darkness my old friend

The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

Had a dream
You and me and the war of the End Time
...
in the Year of the Chewable Ambien Tab

she walks in beauty like the night

ng the border
Sweetness swings from every corner
Cars careening from the clouds
The bridges burst and twist around

I FUCKED UP

It's dark outside
I wish I had the courage to kill myself

well thats a blast from the past

Idk if you are joking, but I just looked up popol vuh and fuck is that good

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again

Pere Ubu is so fucking great

My baby says
We can live in the empty spaces of this life
My baby says
Far away the stars are coming all undone
My baby says
My baby says, But that's far away
And we're young
My baby says
And if the devil comes we'll shoot him with a gun

It was Don Delillo, Whiskey, and a blinking midnight clock
Speakers on the TV stand, just a turntable to watch
Only smoke came out our mouths on all those hooded sweatshirt walks
We were a stroke of luck
We were a goldmine, they gutted us

lol what does that even mean

Words are very
Unnecessary
They can only do harm

that stereolab song where they just read the Baudelaire poem Enivrez-Vous

travel well my brother.

The author looms above his page
And thinks it strange that at his age
He can not find the proper words
To describe his only world.
One would think that in a life
Where no two snowflakes are alike
One would have a brilliant rhyme
For each and every bit of time.

fuck yeah

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn

The time has come again
Slowly walking down the steps

The rain falls down on last year's man,
An hour has gone by
And he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
The lovers will rise up
And the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
And all the rain falls down amen
On the works of last year's man.

Hope I got it right

Pine Apple Pen

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

Ave Maria

Sorcerers of madness
Selling me their time
Child of god sitting in the sun
Giving peace of mind
Fictional seduction
On a black snow sky
Sadness kills the superman
Even fathers cry

You're just too, too obscure for me
Oh, you don't really get through to me
And there's no need for you to talk that way
Is there any less pessimistic things to say?

Do you like Paul Verlaine?
Is it gonna rain today?
Shall we have our photo taken?
We'll look like Death and The Maiden

Culture sucks down words
Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles
Organise your safe tribal war
Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto

HAAALLELLUJAH

I like Dub Housing

Have you heard about this house?
Inside, a thousand voices talk
And that talk echoes around and around
The windows reverberate
The walls have ears
A thousand saxophone voices talk

You should hear how we syllogize
You should hear
About how Babel fell and still echoes away,
How we idolize,
Theorize
Syllogize
In the dark,
In the heart

All I hear is...
Talk
All I hear is...
Talk
Hear the sound of the jibberty jungle
In the dark, a thousand insect voices chitter-chatter

The sun goes up
Goes over
Goes down
I seek sleep
I forget
I sleep

Mit geh' lesen mein' ich nicht Book of Ra.

I went away to see an old friend of mine
His sister came over she was out of her mind
She said Jesus had a twin who knew nothing about sin
She was laughing like crazy at the trouble I'm in
Her light eyes were dancing she is insane
Her brother says she's just a bitch with a golden chain
She keeps coming closer saying "I can feel it in my bones
Schizophrenia is taking me home"

Hipster/10

What's in it for me, I really gotta know
What's in it for me, this ain't no one man show
To in my life you come and go
Ain't happy about it so I gotta know
What's in it, what's in it for me

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said: "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"

Hindley wakes and Hindley says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"

But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says:
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"
You might sleep but you will never dream

Open wrists talk back again
In the wounded of its skin
They'll pinprick the witness
In ritual contrition
The am trinity fell upon asphyxia-derailed
In the rattles of...
Made its way through the tracks
Of a snail slouching whisper
A half mass comute through umbilical blisters
Spector will lurk
Radar has gathered
Midnight nooses from boxcar cadavers