She left a week to roam
Your protector’s coming home
Keep your secrets with you, girl
Safe from the outside world
You walk along the stream
Your head caught in a waking dream
Your protector’s coming home (coming home)
As you lay to die beside me, baby
On the morning the shootin’ came
Would you wait for me?
The other one would wait for me
You [...]
Archive for January, 2009
Disappear Here
Posted in Lyrics, Photos by Christine on January 28, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Magic Pirate Ship
Posted in Photos by Christine, Poems by Christine on January 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
She climbed on board a pirate ship
Filled with rainbows, stars and magic,
Balloons, drinks and twinkling lights
She never got seasick
Or homesick
Never looked back
Never reminded herself
Of times before travelling
Trough the unknown blue
She made herself a home
On this pirate ship
Each and every room
Had more and more to do.
One crisp clean morning
She looked down at her watch
To find it [...]
Posted in Photos by Christine on January 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
A Distant Dream is Born
Posted in Lyrics, Photos by Christine on January 22, 2009 | 1 Comment »
‘Bright Hopes Come True
As We Walk Downtown
Smiling And Laughing
As Friendship And Exhaustion Collide
We Celebrate
A Two Year Wait
A Distant Dream Is Born
We Eat And Drink Ourselves Full
And Pay Up
With All We Have For The Day
We Sit Down Excited
Listen To Ourselves Play The Music
No One Seems To Listen
This Is Completely Different
We Lived In Another World
Where We Were [...]
Art Room
Posted in Photos by Christine, Poems by Lewis on January 17, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Let’s Make-believe
Posted in Photos by Christine, Poems by Lewis on January 17, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Monday
Posted in Photos by Christine on January 12, 2009 | Comments Off
Perfect Placing. Perfect Timing.
Posted in Photos by Christine on January 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Bon Iver [Good Winter]
Posted in Lyrics, Photos by Christine on January 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“Sold my cold knot
A heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow –
Settling slow
Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
(Or so the story goes)
Color the era
Film it’s historical
My mile could not
Pump the plumb
In my arbor ’till my ardor
Trumped every inner inertia
Lump sum
All at once
Rushing from the sub-pump
(Or so the [...]
