Wednesday, December 21, 2005

northern light and northern blues

I´m all lost in third rates
coils revolve inside and `round my head
And I am scared

I´m secrets left untold
Your sympathy is wearing off
and I am rudderless

Shivers and Stains
Condensate my dreams against the ice
Tired and framed,
outrun by what i hoped i´d left behind

A pinball fired,
bouncing off the walls with swarming thoughts
Unaddressed
I´m parts left uncovered
Deliver me from the evil
now that i have made this mess

Shivers and stains
Condensate my dreams against the ice
Tired and framed,
outrun by what i hoped i´d left behind

by Alex ten Cate


One of my favourite lyrics.

Expresses so well how i feel these days
being in the northern city enjoying making it kind of mine- within some hours
in the 60´s shops, the underground, the unkown living communes
grey schools and random selfmade 8mm-movies

knowing not really what i want neither where everywhere i left some pieces of me