Showing posts with label B(us)Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label B(us)Stories. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

1957



Your house that sits behind me 
Is covered in ivy green 
The windows that we watch from 
Are old and chipping at the beam






It takes me away 
Takes me away 







The scent you wear moves in lines 
From your apartment into mine 
You act like you don't know me 
My god, you tempt my anxious mind 





It takes me away 
Takes me away 





Would it be much better if I knew nothing about you 
Would it be much better if I knew nothing about you 





I'll go,
I'll go I... 








It takes me away 
Takes me away 

Milo Greene

Sunday, September 7, 2014

What You Know





In a few weeks I will get time
To realise it's right before my eyes
And I can take it if it's what I want to do






I am leaving, this is starting to feel like
It's right before my eyes
And I can taste it, it's my sweet beginning






And I can tell just what you want
You don't want to be alone
You don't want to be alone




And I can't say it's what you know
But you've known it the whole time,
Yeah, you've known it the whole time







Maybe next year I'll have no time
To think about the questions to address
Am I the one to try to stop the fire?







I wouldn't test you, I'm not the best you could have attained
Why try anything?
I will get there, just remember I know








And I can tell just what you want
You don't want to be alone
You don't want to be alone








And I can't say it's what you know
But you've known it the whole time
Yeah, you've known it the whole time







And I can tell just what you want
You don't want to be alone
You don't want to be alone







And I can't say it's what you know
But you've known it the whole time
Yeah, you've known it the whole time 







And I can tell just what you want
You don't want to be alone
You don't want to be alone







And I can't say it's what you know
But you've known it the whole time
Yeah, you've known it the whole time

Two Door Cinema Club

Friday, October 25, 2013

Information Runs On









Traffic lights fall to the street,
chandeliers start to swing,
crashing lights at our feet.







We drive through our lives like a dream,
how we long for release
from these nights of caffeine.







Isolate the neurons
the information runs on,
the gears your minds will turn on,
as information runs on.






The feedback of fools amplified,
engineers start to grind out the lens
in our mind’s eye.
We’re houses of cards
built in rows,
shuffling fears as we go
through these years, overclocking lost time.







Isolate the neurons
the information runs on,
the gears your minds will turn on,
as information runs on,
runs on.

Faded Paper Figures

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Autumn sweater












when I heard the knock on the door
I couldn't catch my breath
is it too late to call this off?









we could slip away
wouldn't that be better?
me with nothing to say
and you in your autumn sweater








I tried my best to hide in the crowded room
it's nearly possible
I wait for you, oh, most patiently







we could slip away
wouldn't that be better?
me with nothing to say
and you in your autumn sweater








so I looked for your eyes and the waves looked like 
they'd pour right out of them
I'll try hard, I'll try always
but it's a waste of time
it's a waste of time if I can't smile easily
like in the beginning
in the beginning








we could slip away
wouldn't that be better?
me with nothing to say
and you in your autumn sweater








we could slip away
wouldn't that be better?
me with nothing to say
and you in your autumn sweater
you in your autumn sweater

Yo La Tengo

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Tom The Model










How can I forget your tender smile
Moments that I have shared with you
Our hearts may break
But they're on their way
And there's nothing I can do








Oh, so do what you gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever
Have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again









I can understand that it can't be
Guess it's harder you were meant for me
But I can't hide my own despair
I guess I never will









Oh, so do what you gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever
Have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again








So tired of life no fairy-tale
So hold your fire 'cause I need you








Oh, just do what you gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever
Have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again








Do what you gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You keep going over
Every word that we've said
But you don't have to worry
About me

Beth Gibbons and Rustin Man

Thursday, June 20, 2013

B.T.P.










Bus  / Train / Plane










"So I'm more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane, than I am necessarily on a bed. It's weird being here. It feels like I'm standing next to my real life." --Henry Rollins













"I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train." --Oscar Wilde











"When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it." --Henry Ford











Sunday, February 17, 2013

Waiting for a train or an ATM










'The Queue'

Nikos Kessanlis is one of the protagonists of the 'Mec-art' movement of the contemporary realism of the 60's, well known outside Greece as Nikos. 










The originality of his approach consists in the re-structuring of the bi-dimensional image using industrial photo-mechanic procedures. 












Nikos refuses the passive and static perception of his works. The Phantasmagorias of the identity and the Anamorphoses in three dimensions imply the active participation of the spectator.