A lot of things happen out on the open sea...
If one were to take the bible seriously one would go mad
But to take the bible seriously, one must be already mad
Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people.
Smile.
Not too much.
I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void
The void is a mirror
I see my face and feel loathing and horror
My indifference to men has shut me out
I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams
Sometimes if you want to get rid of the gun, you have to pick the gun up.
You look at me like I'm the strangest wanderer you've ever seen
And I got so strange from going where you ain't never been
If one were to take the bible seriously one would go mad
But to take the bible seriously, one must be already mad
Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people.
Smile.
Not too much.
I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void
The void is a mirror
I see my face and feel loathing and horror
My indifference to men has shut me out
I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams
Sometimes if you want to get rid of the gun, you have to pick the gun up.
You look at me like I'm the strangest wanderer you've ever seen
And I got so strange from going where you ain't never been
Tonight's tunes
Philip Glass - From Wichita Vortex Sutra
Franz Liszt - Liebestraum
Modest Petrovich - Mussorgsky
Jean Sibelius - Valse Triste
Franz Schubert - Die Unvollendete
Goodnight/morning
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