live by the song

Jan 01

“I got me a worried mind
Gonna find me a worried kind
of girl, who’s lonesome just like me” — By The Side Of The Road, Dressed To Kill - Jackie Greene

“And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight
all these wounded boys you lie beside
goodnight, my friends, goodnight” — Last Year’s Man - Leonard Cohen

Dec 30

“If I could return
To when I was a child
I’d forget what I learned and go back to the wild” — Back To The Wild - Langhorne Slim

Dec 29

“An’ now people just get uglier
An’ I have no sense of time” — Stuck Inside Mobie With The Memphis Blues Again - Bob Dylan

fuckyeahhlove: megannjanel: (via eatsomebrains)

fuckyeahhlove: megannjanel: (via eatsomebrains)

Dec 26

You stare in the mirror at the lines in your face
And you try to see, girl
The way things were when we were at your place
In the days it was just you and me, girl
And you cry because things ain’t like before
Well don’t you know they can’t be that way anymore
But don’t worry baby

But I can’t talk now, I’m not alone
So put your ear close to the phone
‘Cause this is the last dance, this is the last chance for hearts of stone

” — Hearts of Stone - Bruce Springsteen

Dec 23

“Death is just the moment when the dying ends” — Song for Batya - Eef Barzelay (via growingsmaller) (via clairefisher)

“Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run” — Englishman in New York - Sting

Dec 22

“What the hell was happening all around here,
Never seemed to make much sense,
All that fuss for just the little of common sense.
The best things in life were dreams,
The best things in life it seems,
The best part to breaking up,
Is when you’re waking up to me,
Reality never lived up to quite as it used to seem,
Never seemed all that it used to mean,
Never seemed quite as it used to seem,
All that it used to mean” — The Best Bit - Beth Orton

Dec 18

“I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin’ in the snow
And I turned ’round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime” — Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal