Rahutu.. üleni.
Ma tahan minna trenni ja tantsida ja hüpata ja ühe jala peal seista ja treppidest üles-alla joosta ja bussitrollitrammirongiga sõita ja mööda linna ringi tuisata ja oma toas suvalise muusika järgi lõputult lihtsalt tantsida!
Nohu.
Millal tuleb see hetk, mil' pole muud võimalust, kui end võidetuks tunnistada ja lõpuks alla anda?
Tule, jookseme maailma lõppu!
*learning how to dance the rain*
Kuula: Take That - The Flood
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the air sleeps under people's beds. when we get there, we'll be lost again: send me a postcard if you get that far.
Lovely knees, scraped elbows
she wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovely way to see the world. she doesn't believe in umbrellas, only the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down her neck, arms, legs, spine.
she does not get along with logic. logic is not wisdom, creativity is. she wakes up in the middle of the night and scribbles her thoughts on post it notes: through the forest, down to your bones.
she sits on his bed and orders one beautiful sunrise after another. she says: let's reinvent what magic is. he says, i miss your magic when you're not there, she says. where do yawns go when no one catches them?
she loves making discoveries about the world: in the middle of the night, she ran to the top of the hill to find the town was shining. at four in the morning, the world is magic because the sun has not yet had a chance to change anything.
she says: i have a telephone wire for all your thoughts and old sneakers. she says: on the rooftop is where you find the sky and most people forget this.
by Julia Trotti
she does not get along with logic. logic is not wisdom, creativity is. she wakes up in the middle of the night and scribbles her thoughts on post it notes: through the forest, down to your bones.
she sits on his bed and orders one beautiful sunrise after another. she says: let's reinvent what magic is. he says, i miss your magic when you're not there, she says. where do yawns go when no one catches them?
she loves making discoveries about the world: in the middle of the night, she ran to the top of the hill to find the town was shining. at four in the morning, the world is magic because the sun has not yet had a chance to change anything.
she says: i have a telephone wire for all your thoughts and old sneakers. she says: on the rooftop is where you find the sky and most people forget this.
by Julia Trotti
Vajuta.
- Biffy Clyro - Machines
- Bowling For Soup - Shut Up And Smile
- Brainstorm - My Star
- Bright Eyes - Loose Leaves
- Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a Home
- Coldplay - Strawberry Swing
- Dagö - Püüa pilvi, sa ulatud nendeni
- Electric President - Insomnia
- G.Hansard & M. Irglova - Falling Slowly
- Indigolapsed - Ookeani laul
- Ingrid Michaelson - The Chain
- Ingrid Michaelson - You and I
- Jäääär - Laevad
- Laul etendusest "Thijl Ulenspiegel"
- Mae - Sometimes I Can't Make it Alone
- Marc Lavoine & Quynh Anh - J'espère
- Mumford & Sons - Winter Winds
- Oasis - Stand by Me (acoustic)
- Oasis - Supersonic
- Regina Spector - Raindrops
- Somnambuul - Puud hoiavad hinge kinni
- Tegan and Sara - Clever Meals
- The Beatles - Strawberry Fields Forever
- The Fray - Over My Head
- Vaiko Eplik & Eliit - Sylvester otsustab surra
- Vennaskond - Asfalt
Now let me at the truth
So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say
Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be
And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
Mumford & Sons - The Cave
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say
Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be
And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
Mumford & Sons - The Cave
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