One by one, you watch'em fall...

Peter Gabriel. The Drop. Sad magic.

The art of none

A room is full of jazz, but the conscious doesn't help. (Un)funny how it is that what, in the end, works.

Little Empire

All of my sins are attempts to fill the voids
All of my voids they are filled with sin
All of my demons they are kept within
And all my violence it does not exist

My little empire
I'm happy being sad
My little empire
I'm fucked with being fucked
My little empire
I'm done with being dumb
My little empire
I'm happy being sad

Manic Street Preachers