Montag, 4. Juli 2005

and on to the next one. and on to the next one. and on to the next one down the line.

[no doubt. whatsoever.]
conor oberst.
the arc of time | the stench of sex | the innocence you can't protect | each quarter note | each marble step | walk up and down that lonely treble clef | each one and the next one to arrive | the argument for consciousness | the instinct of the blind insect | who never thinks not to accept it's faith | that's faith | there's happiness in death | you give to the next one | you give to the next on down the line | the levity of longing that instills each dream | inside my head | my morning water | down forget on silver stars | i wish and wish and wish from one to the next one | from one to the next right down the line | you give to the next one | you give to the next on down the line.

i believe in symmetry | bright eyes

[und nein, die gefühle die man hungrig aussehenden, musikmachenden jungen männern in s-sized t-shirts gegenüber hat, die sind alles, aber nicht unbedingt mütterlich. sorry.]