Sunday, August 30, 2009
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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Sunday
>> Vanity 6 // Bite the Beat << [MP3]
When I first saw your teeth
I knew you were the only one qualified
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
If Only
>> Low // Breaker << [MP3]
"...And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars." (W.B. Yeats)
"...And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars." (W.B. Yeats)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Lighthouse Trip
"He was repeating something, and she knew it was poetry
from the rhythm and the ring of exultation, and melancholy in his
voice..." (Virginia Woolf - To the Lighthouse)
from the rhythm and the ring of exultation, and melancholy in his
voice..." (Virginia Woolf - To the Lighthouse)
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