Waking up too early
Static on the TV
Dressed in all the clothes I had on
When yesterday decided
I didn’t need to fight with the hours and the seconds no more
Doing all the things that I’m supposed to
Working everyday the way that most do
Smiling while I’m hiding what I’m going through
But you know, you know, you know
That if I’m being honest
I couldn’t tell you this is all I wanted
I struggle sleeping ‘cos the house feels haunted
Filled with the shadows of regret
and the things I should have said
To the ones I laid to rest
and lately, I’m terrified that all my youth is fading
man, growing old is so excruciating
is there a cure for minds unwell
‘cos my heads a living hell
If I’m honest with myself
Stumble as I’m leaving
One foot takes the lead
Second seems to struggle to find
A solitary reason to continue seeking
Any use in walking this line
Doing all the things that I’m supposed to
Working every day the way that most do
Smiling while I’m hiding what I’m going through
But you know, you know, you know
That if I’m being honest
I couldn’t tell you this is all I wanted
I struggle sleeping ‘cos the house feels haunted
Filled with the shadows of regret
and the things I should have said
To the ones I laid to rest
and lately, I’m terrified that all my youth is fading
man growing old is so excruciating
is there a cure for minds unwell
‘cos my heads a living hell
If I’m honest with myself
So how am I supposed to see an end
To my all consuming constant fear and dread
When I can’t even seem to make it out of bed
Yeah if I’m being honest
I couldn’t tell you this is all I wanted
I struggle sleeping ‘cos the house feels haunted
Filled with the shadows of regret
and the things I should have said
To the ones I laid to rest
and lately, I’m terrified that all my youth is fading
man growing old is so excruciating
is there a cure for minds unwell
‘cos my heads a living hell
If I’m honest with myself
'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me
tumblr has an AI toggle you should turn on to prevent your work being shared with training models/etc! it's under settings (gear icon) & then visibility.
The world is oftentimes such an ugly place, but sometimes it can be so beautiful.
Like, when two choirs, one from Croatia and the other from Zimbabwe, met on the opposite sides of a Lisbon subway station and both sang to each other.
I unfortunately do not know what the Zimbabwe children choir sang to them (although it was so beautiful), but the Croatian klapa Kastav sang 'Kuća puna naroda' (a house full of people).
And let my reward be a house full of people,
my life, give me a voice, so I can embrace you with songs.
does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.
being obsessed with a song and being obsessed with the blorbos is so funny because u will listen to the song and go HMMM……. if i ignore this one lyric forgo this whole verse remove the context AND solely focus on these five completely unrelated isolated lines…? this song is TOTALLY about Them 😎😎😎
The fact that the Boston transit system has been a garbage fire for so long that our mascot is a sad little man who is literally stranded on the train until the end of time due to a fare increase. Charlie's desiccated corpse has been riding this train since the 1940s and everyone just sort of rolls with it it this point