February 2010
No! No! No! it couldn’t be true
That anyone else could love you like I do
I’m gonna warn all the dead-eyed dicks
That you’re the chick with the slickest tricks
And every tick of my ticker ticks for you, follow through
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Tell the doc to stick to his practice
Tell the lawyer to settle his case
Send the Indian chief and his tommy-hawk
Back to little Rain-In-the-Face
Something Good Can Work
Two Door Cinema Club
Two Door Cinema Club - Something Good Can Work
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up to discover what is already there.”
—Henry Miller; Sexus
