Baby Don’t You Break My Heart Slow (cover) - Taylor Swift
Cause I’d rather you be mean than love and lie
I’d rather hear the truth and have to say goodbye
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Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
~ Lao Tzu
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“If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms.”
Henry Miller
30 playsMystery Jets - Serotonin
Meet me in the middle of the morning
When the crows fly highest in the sky
Couldn’t you hear me calling?
I was up looking for you all night
Oh but i never found you
No matter how hard i tried to
Oh no, i never found you
Sero if only you knew
Serotonin,
You’re burning a hole into my heart
Felt like i was floating
But now i’m coming down, i feel so, down i feel so hard
Meet me at the bottom of the ocean
Feel it’s fingers tickling my skin
You mix your magic potion
The old familiar feeling starts to kick in
But now it’s fading and i cant hear what you’re saying
It feels like it’s slipping through my fingers
It’s fading and i cant hear what you’re saying
It feels like it’s slipping back
You do not have to understand life to make it a feast.
You just have to let every day happen.
Just like a child, which allows
the wind in passing
to send its blossoms as a gift.
To collect or even save them,
that is not what the child has in mind,
when it remove them from its hair where they had ensnarled happily
and towards the lovely young years opens again its hands for new ones.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Du musst das Leben nicht verstehen,
dann wird es werden wie ein Fest.
Und lass dir jeden Tag geschehen
so wie ein Kind im Weitergehen
von jedem Wehen
sich viele Blueten schenken laesst.
Sie aufzusammeln und zu sparen,
das kommt dem Kind nicht in den Sinn.
Es loest sie leise aus den Haaren,
drin sie so gern gefangen waren,
und haelt den lieben jungen Jahren
nach neuen seine Haende hin.
Rainer Maria Rilke
You just have to let every day happen.
Just like a child, which allows
the wind in passing
to send its blossoms as a gift.
To collect or even save them,
that is not what the child has in mind,
when it remove them from its hair where they had ensnarled happily
and towards the lovely young years opens again its hands for new ones.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Du musst das Leben nicht verstehen,
dann wird es werden wie ein Fest.
Und lass dir jeden Tag geschehen
so wie ein Kind im Weitergehen
von jedem Wehen
sich viele Blueten schenken laesst.
Sie aufzusammeln und zu sparen,
das kommt dem Kind nicht in den Sinn.
Es loest sie leise aus den Haaren,
drin sie so gern gefangen waren,
und haelt den lieben jungen Jahren
nach neuen seine Haende hin.
Rainer Maria Rilke
