thank you Regina Spektor,

they say depression is the greatest source of inspiration

and I'm getting ready for winter,

and I don't know if I should start packing or throw things away,

sometimes I wonder if I want to be

Boys with dirty socks, who grow their nails to play the guitar, and write songs about

restless radio stations, the endless loop of sound waves, it's sad, so why not?

or

Women,

who can't think of anything else but to cry, and drink to cry some more.

soy

when you miss someone

your sad ears open,

so I listen. and I write and write.

warm and powerful

crying like cats and dogs

heart like twinkling stars

low frequency, but from the roots of my heart,

things I see before tears blind my eyes, 
the way my heart beats when I'm having a good dream, 
soaking wet brain after reading a sad book, 
cruelty like that of a child,

pieces of what I see and hear

I want to send these kind of things

antenna up in the sky,

The next song is by Fionn Regan.

salt life

I fell in love when I was fifteen

and when he broke my heart

I turned into a seashell

everytime someone picked me up and held me close to their ears,

they heard you.

twinkle twinkle little star

How people react to things is always something that the (one's) world has never experienced before,

so it's always surprisingly serious and dramatic.

Like, when going through sadness, even if the sorrow was completely unexpected, she or he is always ready to cry.

To lose something, one must own something, and no doubtful mind that it is there.

Ringo

I saw it coming

Let's go fox hunting

with your fingers between my fingers

tightly,

and

picnic basket,

filled with flowers and smell of the grass and air and water and bubbles

on our way back.
But just one thing, we have to wear white,

no exceptions, we have to wear white.

Once we get to the end of the world,

we look at each other in the eyes and remember not to say anything

just clean eyes with no lies

If we can't hold back

our tears and hearts bursting out

we share the final kiss of the world.

But just one thing, swallow those three words

we can't ruin it, not at the end of the world.

When the moon comes up, we'll head back home,

when we get brave, drunk on moonlights, we would miss the ocean terribly,

holding hands, jumping into the water, would sound so lovely.

But no, we can't die, Please, darling, don't die.

Because tomorrow morning

we'll wake up like nothing happened

"I love you"

"I love you"

the moment the words leave our mouth

we'll come back to earth, with a loud thud,

but we can be happy

for a little while.

Ringo