The Weakness
Joan Armatrading – Walk Under Ladders – 1981
Join Together
The Who – Pete Townshend 1972
Butterflies
Butterflies rest when it rains
The Weakness
Joan Armatrading – Walk Under Ladders – 1981
This One Goes Out
REM – Document 1987
This One Goes Out
REM – Document 1987
Are We Not Supermen
Looking for special things inside
Heal
I pray you are.
Ricochet Days
Modern English
Come on down with me I'll show you sights you've never seen The end is near for you and for me
Come inside and feel There's so much here and something tells me it's for real Hiding behind the walls and windows Keeping away from the questions on your tongue
In a room in a house in a dream No one's too sure whose dream it is we're living in If it's real, that's a brand new deal Ricochet days welcome to reality
Radio holds your confidences You're never quite on your own A secret kept in silhouettes Something eats you deep inside
In a room in a house in a dream No one's too sure whose dream it is we're living in If it's real, that's a brand new deal Ricochet days welcome to reality
The walls move in and cramp your comfort Windows aren't for looking through
Someone called your name but your name was a stranger to you It doesn't matter doesn't matter Take me by the hand, this is all I can offer you, oh, oh
Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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Ricochet Days
Modern English
Come on down with me I'll show you sights you've never seen The end is near for you and for me
Come inside and feel There's so much here and something tells me it's for real Hiding behind the walls and windows Keeping away from the questions on your tongue
In a room in a house in a dream No one's too sure whose dream it is we're living in If it's real, that's a brand new deal Ricochet days welcome to reality
Radio holds your confidences You're never quite on your own A secret kept in silhouettes Something eats you deep inside
In a room in a house in a dream No one's too sure whose dream it is we're living in If it's real, that's a brand new deal Ricochet days welcome to reality
The walls move in and cramp your comfort Windows aren't for looking through
Someone called your name but your name was a stranger to you It doesn't matter doesn't matter Take me by the hand, this is all I can offer you, oh, oh
Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
— Go back home and read MORE by Wolf Inwool — Visit the archive
I welcome feedback at my inbox