13 December 2010

Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sweet?
Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the wrists?
We want the young blood
Are you fracturing?
Are you torn at the seams?
Did you do anything?
Fleabitten? Motheaten?
We suck young blood
We suck young blood
Won't let the creeping ivy?
Won't let the nervous bury me
Our veins are thin
Our rivers poisoned
We want the sweet meats
We want the young blood

rh-we suck young blood

30 November 2010



"...We are swans
We are flying higher than our counterparts
We have got each other I'd say that's enough
So cmon"
the format - swans

22 November 2010

moy division 2010/11/21 / note


"To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you,
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,
In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.
In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more,
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,
And with cold streel, odour on their bodies mad a move to connect,
But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.
I did everything, everything I wanted to,
I let them use you for their own ends,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you."
joy division