And do you know what it’s like to want her?
And to breathe her name in every song you sing?
She's in everything...
P.S
I find this heartbreaking.
And do you know what it’s like to want her?
And to breathe her name in every song you sing?
She's in everything...
Personal writing of Nunu Fithria Monday, April 6, 2009 at 10:01 PM
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Now everybody's gone, you picked me up for a long drive
We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula
We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill
That crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still
Another Sunny Day by Belle & Sebastian
Personal writing of Nunu Fithria Monday, March 16, 2009 at 9:40 PM
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Personal writing of Nunu Fithria Thursday, March 5, 2009 at 9:09 PM
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Personal writing of Nunu Fithria Friday, October 17, 2008 at 8:52 PM
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I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand
[Chorus:]
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world [x2]
Personal writing of Nunu Fithria Monday, August 18, 2008 at 5:12 PM
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