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    Once, there was a man, born inside of a world made of steal and hate. He was bred on unusual social habits, mainstream entertainment and silently strict principles. Eventually, he pulled himself up, dusted himself off and moved on to form his own self. He found nice clothes, amazingly unique music, put on his fake, large glasses, started writing stories and applied bohemia to his life.

    Please, join on this trail of madness.

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    I am a man, without a plan, hoping to find it.

I can't sleep without your breathing;

And I can't breathe each time you're leaving.

Is probably my favourite line from a song, really.
In fact, the entirety of lyrics in English Summer Rain, by Placebo just spell out amazingness.

Posted by : ELMH on Friday, 9 January 2009 | |

 

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Bibbi-Jeanette said...

Placebo's version of Runnung up that hill is amazing. So is Sleeping With Ghosts.

13 January 2009 at 13:40  
ELMH said...

I'm kind of hit and miss with their Bush cover.
But, it was good.

And yes, Sleeping With Ghosts, brilliant song, and brilliant album.
:]

15 January 2009 at 17:22  

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