first cry

When I was born, you were still hungover,

There was no this and that to me,

there was no seperation between me and the universe,

there was no you and I, so I stomached your hangover myself,

drinking good beer and listening to good music did not mean anything,

temptation is not even a bother, and your clever fingers meticulously reading the surface of a girl's skin

but they are not clever enough to read her nights alone,

when she lies on her stomach and listen to her parents talk and cars rushing by outside

and you writing your will with borrowed words, and you humming the songs of others, thinking that that is enough

I suffer your lightness with the universe's weight,

I was born to save you, I was born to be you, but soon I'll be old enough to be your lover,

and we will still be hungover together.

Ringo

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