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2009/1/11 My colours all ran dry, and now I see the world in black and white,
It's too late now, it's time to kiss the rainbow goodbye 2008/5/18 IC 80-08,
Not in these times, another world, Non in periodi come questi, un altro mondo,
but it's so close somehow Ma in qualche modo vicinissimo
Ian Curtis
18,05,1980 18,05,2008 , 2007/12/4 HHHigh Hopes – Pink Floyd Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
2007/5/18 Don’t think I’d have stayed just for
one more day,
It seems so much like home,
No rooms to go astray,
Don’t think I could watch
– With mindless, empty tasks,
Intake moving in, forced
To walk a lonely path.
Pictures all around, of how
Good a life should be,
A model for the rest,
That bred insecurity,
I walked a jagged line and then
Came back for more,
It’s always in my mind,
An institution with no law.
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Non credere che sarei rimasto per
Un altro giorno ancora,
ha così tanto l’aria di casa,
non c’è spazio per perdersi,
non credere che potrei stare a guardare
– sbrigando faccende vacue e insensate,
assorbimento in corso, costretto
a percorrere un cammino solitario.
Fotografie ovunque, di come
La vita dovrebbe essere bella,
un esempio per gli altri,
fonte di insicurezza,
seguii una linea zigzagante e poi
tornai per averne ancora,
è sempre nei miei pensieri,
un’istituzione senza leggi.
Untitled - Ian Curtis
05.18.1980 – 05.18.2007 2007/5/6 uutRobin Hood e Little John 2007/4/6 Agalloch - Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let the cold blood flow on it's own... Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul Long forgotten... From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark... From which frostbitten bough shall I die? As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates Whispers... As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world It was the light's end |
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