Dancing On My Own

Edvard Munch

 

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Plague, Crystal Castles

Joseph Conrad

 

“We live as we dream–alone….”

Losing My Religion

Summertime Sadness

 

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you’re the best

Alan Hollinghurst

 

the darker sense of stepping already along the outward edge of youth, and looking back at those who were truly young with unwelcome eagerness and regret.

Mala Noche

MALA NOCHE, (aka BAD NIGHT), Ray Monge, Tim Streeter, 1985

 

Working in the store Sunday all day, I want to drink this Mexican boy Johnny Alonzo from L.A. near Riverside. He makes my heart throb – thumpety, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum – when I see him.

Εκείνος

Σ

Σχεδόν άλαλος, βουβός στο μάτι του κυκλώνα

και μετα φως

εκείνος-

η θαυμαστή αγριότητα του έρωτα

I’ d love to – Morrissey

There’s no one in view
Just you
Just you
And time will never wipe you out