Pink Floyd. Not.

Publicat la data de 23.3.2009 | Categorii: Scrap | Tag-uri: amestecate

Haven’t found happy pills, but still searchin’. Meanwhile, I’m having an obssesive-compulsive repeat crush on something I never thought it would catch me. But Pink Floyd is still there and still comfortably numb. And I’ve realized that it all ends exactly how it begins. It’s like someone’s playing, fidgeting us, defying the gravity.

And I’m looking at my bracelet found on the streets of Milan and simultaneously looking at me. And thinking how much I like pepper and jelly bears. Still, I stick to the pepper. And I’m thinking of getting the A drivers’ license and running in the highway and feeling in that special kinda way, not being chased by the clockwork orange.

Şi cineva îmi spune: “Ce-i cu piesa asta? Scrie despre ea”. Despre Pink Floyd chiar nu mi-aş putea permite să scriu. Nu acum.

Today’s conclusion: I miss Monk. And often I preffer Monks instead of all the junks.

Un comentariu

gina a scris la data de 25 March 2009, 4:31 pm

ma intreb ce s-ar fi ales de atatia oameni, de atatea opere daca fiecare si-ar fi spus in gand nu, nu, asta e prea mult pentru mine, sa scrie altcineva despre asta; sa scrie altcineva asta.
daca syd barrett nu l-ar fi invatat pe roger waters- cum povestea asta din urma pe undeva- sa isi accepte cuvintele si gandurile si trairile si sa nu mototoleasca foaia aia de hartie pe care scrisese ceva aparent banal ‘breathe, breathe in the air, don’t be afraid to care’