I had a girl I knew, she grew, became a woman now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown We used to roll the windows down and play the music loud Smoking out in her car Lost in west Omaha And we'd get drunk and kiss Our bodies twist like shoelaces and we never came untied I guess you were just my type
Uit : I will be grateful for this day - Bright Eyes (music & lyrics : Conor Oberst / Mike Mogis)
Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see, Spite of this modern fret for Liberty, Better the rule of One, whom all obey, Than to let clamorous demagogues betray Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy. Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade, Save Treason and the dagger of her trade, And Murder with his silent bloody feet.
Libertatis sacra fames - Oscar Wilde (Uit: Gedichten)
We'll get older We'll get bored out of our mind Get cold shoulders Walk a line We live in the city of norms Spoon-fed from the day that we were born Yet the clown, he promised a balloon to get us closer to the moon
Uit : Hunger at the door - Balthazar (music & words : Devoldere/Deprez)