Bob Ross - Northern Lights

 

Window 37

Peter Gabriel   Come talk to me

The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tight In search of you I feel my way, through the slowest heaving night Whatever fear invents, I swear it make no sense I reach out through the border fence Come down, come talk to me In the swirling, curling storm of desire unuttered words hold fast With reptile tongue, the lightning lashes towers built to last Darkness creeps in like a thief and offers no relief Why are you shaking like a leaf? Come on, come talk to me Ah please talk to me Won't you please talk to me? We can unlock this misery Come on, come talk to me I did not come to steal This all is so unreal Can't you show me how you feel now? Come on, come talk to me Come talk to me, come talk to me The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone From nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one You lie there with your eyes half closed like there's no-one there at all There's a tension pulling on your face Come on, come talk to me Won't you please talk to me? If you'd just talk to me Unblock this misery If you'd only talk to me Don't you ever change your mind? Now your future's so defined And you act so deaf, so blind Come on, come talk to me Come talk to me, come talk to me I can imagine the moment Breaking out through the silence All the things that we both might say And the heart it will not be denied 'Til we're both on the same damn side All the barriers blown away I said please talk to me Won't you please come talk to me? Just like it used to be Come on, come talk to me I did not come to steal This all is so unreal Can you show me how you feel now? Come on, come talk to me Come talk to me, come talk to me I said please talk to me If you'd just talk to me Unblock this misery If you'd only talk to me Don't you ever change your mind? Now your future's so defined And you act so deaf so blind Come on, come talk to me Come talk to me, come talk to me

She talks and gives answers. Well, her answers. Is she telling the truth?

Ussy, I think she´s telling the truth.

Problems and troubles were at home.

Traitor

You beautiful

Peter Murphy  Strange Kind Of Love 

A strange kind of love A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts, white wash lies Just a taste for the truth Perfect taste, choice and meaning A look into your eyes Blind to the gemstone alone A smile from a frown circles round Should he stay or should he go? Let him shout a rage so strong A rage that knows no right or wrong And take a little piece of you There is no middle ground Or that's how it seems For us to walk or to take Instead we tumble down Either side left or right To love or to hate

N G R 161: Pierre France