My list of must-see-countries-before-I-die continues to grow... This time, thanks to Sigur Rós. And to Pill, of course. And this link may explain why.
Nevertheless, Perth has its moments too, I must admit. Especially on crisp, grey mornings, after a night of incessant, torrential rain. And you wake up and watch the world -- washed, washed up, cleansed, fresh, new. Like the spring in your step. And the thought in your head.
On bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently All my destinations will accept the one that's me So I can breathe...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul And so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go Holding me like gravity are places that pull If ever there was someone to keep me at home It would be you...
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere Underneath my being is a road that disappeared Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead Overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me Guaranteed
4 comments:
Noddy nod at the last para :)
:)
Has the weather been behaving itself there?
It has been quite nice all day:)
Tsk, look at us discussing the weather and all in perfect politeness:D
Tchah!
*grin*
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