Notes
the living-room soundtrack of the house on the corner: for smoky twilights, for drunken party slumbers, for long days and longer nights. Indistinct whispers of an obscure language, misty faces and phantom smiles.
Here's to being young and searching for ... fuck knows.
PS: I had to delete some songs due to rules.
check out, by Frusciante:
- Falling
- Scratches
- The Past Recedes
1 comment on brouwersweg 145
aspa.a January 16, 2015
Fuck knows what we've been searching. Only sure thing we found is love in a hopeless place. I mystically salute you
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