Office by Alex Penny
You trust the guy in office now? Good for you! Will you trust the next one? Or the next one?
(Source: hipsterlibertarian)
A track from a great little short film. It’s available on iTunes, I would recommend it to anyone looking for a good short film.
Comptine d’un autre été l’ apres midi.
Google Translate says it means ‘rhyme of another summer afternoon’. To me it means, I’m tired and I can’t think, I can’t put any more of this into anymore words and I’ll let the music speak for and to me.
When we were young
our words were innocent
whiter than snow,
awkward and slow.
now when we speak,
we risk an avalanche.
but that’s not enough now
to reroute our plans.
i believe that we’ve got it wrong, got it wrong.
we’ll realize when it’s said and done, said and done,
that in our words we’ve lost so much more
than we’ve ever won.
the aftermath
is cracked wood where fences stood
and the broken bones of our childhood.
in our trembling fear,
we put words inside God’s mouth.
we cover our tracks
and get so proud of ourselves,
we get so proud of ourselves,
we get so proud of ourselves
when we get away.
i believe that we’ve got it wrong, got it wrong.
we’ll realize when it’s said and done, said and done,
that in our words we’ve lost so much more
than we’ve ever won.
it’s in our nature to complicate,
but in the end it’s the casualties
do I murder
when I forget you from afar
too drunk on the poison of endless roads
and the countless smokey bars
but tension is to be loved
when it is like a passing note
to a beautiful, beautiful chord
do I murder us
putting pavement through my veins
shooting in that special heroin
for the seeking and displaced
but tension is to be loved
when it is like a passing note
to a beautiful, beautiful chord
