Flume: Left Alone

This is the sound beating of my loves
This is the sound beating of my loves
This is the sound beating of my loves
This is the sound beating of my loves
This is the sound beating of my loves
This is the sound beating of my loves


Goin’ down but not for long
Got no love to be someone
Goin’ down, but that’s alright
All I want is to be left alone
Left alone, left alone, left alone
Left alone, left alone, left alone
Left alone, left alone, left alone
Left alone

Cannot swallow blue found vow
More than that, my sleep is wild
All I need is softened bones
Breathe in sorrow
Gonna watch you fake it now
Will I freak, can I come down?
And I take it all at a loss
Breathe in sorrow
Gonna watch you fake it now
Will I freak, can I come down?
And I take it all at a loss
Breathe out sorrow

Gonna find them peaks and lows
Hold them by the knees and bow
I can’t always feel this proud

Breathe out sorrow
Oh, I tell you something more
What my brain is bleeding for
And it hurts my darling, but breathe out sorrow

Gonna find them peaks and lows
Hold them by the knees and bow
I can’t always feel this proud
Breathe out sorrow
Oh, I tell you something more
What my brain is bleeding for
And it hurts my darling, but I breathe out sorrow

(Source: Spotify)


Gerard Way: Brother

Does anyone have the time to bring me down?
And can I sleep all night long
To the drums of the city rain?
Just make it up
Cause I’m awake all night long
To the drums of the city rain

And brother, if you have the chance to pick me up?
And can I sleep on your couch
To the pound of the ache and pain?
Oh in my head
Cause I’m awake all night long
To the drums of the city rain

The lights we chase
The nights we steal
The things that we take to make us feel this
To the drums of the city rain
I can’t go back
I don’t think I will
I won’t sleep tonight as long as I still
Hear the drums of the city rain

Does anyone have the guts to shut me up?
Cause I believe that every night
There’s a chance we can walk away
So hold on tight
Because I won’t wait too long
In the drums of the beating rain

Cause the nights don’t last
And we leave alone
Will you drive me back?
Can you take me home?
To the drums of the city rain

Faces I don’t know
I am tired in the glow
Of the freezing club
Keep me breathing
Don’t make the lights come back
Can you take me home?
We all need this when we leave alone

Remember when you and I would make things up?
So many nights, just take me down
To the place we can hear them play
I miss that sound
Cause now we don’t sing so loud
To the drums of the city rain

Like strangers laugh
And like subways feel
Things I’m tying to break, oh, just wait until this
To the drums of the city rain
Is all we have
To keep us ill
I won’t breathe tonight as long as I still
Hear the drums of the city rain

(Source: Spotify)


Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but— I hope— into a better shape.

— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations


I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.

— Beryl Markham, West With The Night


Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land.

— Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems


The War on Drugs: Suffering

In the cold, the wait, you come, you gave me
In a way you come to make it alright
I was here in the world, it’s the world that you gave me
Every time

You can say that you’re running
Cause I can go back on the street
Why be here when we both gonna fake it
Anyway?

No more try to hear killing your goal
Means I can be bigger, than the tones
In the moments
Of suffering

Like the feeling that you gave me
Like a snowflake through the fire, babe
I’ll be frozen in time but you’ll be here
Suffering

Will you be here suffering?
Will you be here suffering?
Well I hope to be

(Source: Spotify)


I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.

— Alexander Pushkin


However stupid a fools words may be, they are sometimes enough to confound an intelligent man.

— Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls


Remember, we can judge better by the conduct of people towards others than by their manner towards ourselves.

— Maria Edgeworth, The Absentee


I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom,” he said to himself, “but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.

— Walter Scott, Ivanhoe


It is always assumed by the empty-headed, who chatter about themselves for want of something better, that people who do not discuss their affairs openly must have something to hide.

— Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot


People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky