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I don’t know what hurts the most. Holding on ❤️‍🩹 or letting go.💔
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indochineofficiel · 4 years
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La playlist d’Indo : Ladytron, Destroy Everything You Touch.
Extrait de l’album Witching Hour (2005).
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ernny2013 · 7 years
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Destroy Everything You Touch, Witching Hour, 2005, Ladytron #ladytron #witchinghour #helenmarnie #destroyeverythingyoutouch #
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alcanon · 7 years
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTTwlAT_AwU
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danvilletrader · 7 years
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Ladytron - Destroy Everything You Touch
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTTwlAT_AwU)
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jamieroxxartist · 2 years
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#Ladytron #DestroyEverythingYouTouch  Studio Soundtracking: 9:40pm EST What’s on right now here in my Art Studio while I Paint away tonight.  It's been a Full day of Painting (well besides my show tonight) started this morning at 4am and well, here we are.   And the thing that stinks about these last 4 Paintings is they are for things (commissions, charities, events, upcoming shows etc etc) So I can't show them off yet.  And I'm digging them, so yeah, part of it.   Well this track was a Banger when it dropped way back in 2006 and I still dig it!  One of my faves!  And the surreal video is cool too.  Enjoy, I'm getting back into this particular painting. These nails need yet another coat. lol 
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The Benevolent Inheritance
It is no surprise that i will keep the you the remains. Not for the help provided, as for that you have surely received adequate compensation, but for your hopeful eyes and demands for forgiveness that were never fulfilled. To the others, those butchers of my loins, I leave them what they would most like to receive; the scraps of my passage through this village between the hills.
First, the baker shall receive my books, as if he melds the printed pages that were my life here with flour, maybe some phrases of those who left something behind will be diluted on the stomach fluids of his customers.
Then, my huge musical collection, composed of  single pirated tape which he had borrowed from the love of his life. The minister will be collector of that debt, as the sexless tunes will surely cause high spirits to whom searches for them in chants, wise words and bread in small doses.
My book of all hours, the guide on how to cook beans, will be left at the fountain, as such important matters are worth a public reading. Bribing an entire village with bean rice is no easy task, and if we are to hope they will behave sharing the sumptuous meal they alll should be aware of the steep costs of rice and beans.
My two pairs of shoes shall be given to the owners of the tavern, those two handsome fellows who have always made sure I remained sober. The shoes look exactly the same, were bought at the same time and have the same steps on their soles. They will remain as a measure of who will serve more alcohol units.
The worn coat you have always seen me with will go the beggar lady with a city hall license to beg at the church doorstep. Hard nights are approaching, nights of rain, hail and not much snow. This way she will be protected while the sun isn't reflected from the church windows.
The shovel with which I plant cabbages and harvest potatoes I will take with me and leave it at the village's entrance, as maybe someone with more hope on watching soup grow from my small patch than myself, may labour from sun to sun and fertilize on full moon nights.
The hut where I used to live, with dirty pans, rusty knives and the plate and cup with which I fed will remain on the same place, waiting that someone makes a mistake and decides to make a living there. On the left corner of the backyard I left a pouch with a small quantity of change, enough for a sparce meal and a glass of wine. Maybe in such a fashion someone will be interested on my opulent spoils.
Lastly, for my desobedient dog, Mr. Slippers, I leave him the sky, with rays of sunlight cutting the clouds, so he can run on the fields with joy and will to catch rabbits, weasels and nightingales.
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existential-limbo · 9 years
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Forever a Favorite Band of Mine #Ladytron #DestroyEverythingYouTouch #Music #MusicMonday #MusicIsEverything
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umbrag · 11 years
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