Category Archives: Sexy Melancholy

Lover of Mine

Last spring, I was introduced to the sweet, lovely dream pop sounds of Beach House at the cool, hip coffee shop called Fuckoffee at Shoreditch, East London. The sweet, emotional songs ‘Lazuli’ and ‘Other People’…  the beginning of a happy … Continue reading

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Grains in Summer Time

    Standing still in the middle of a golden wheat field near my house, with my arms open, spread out to the side, feeling the wind around me, feeling the grain brushing against my arms and hands. I remember. … Continue reading

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  She’s waiting for another train She’s given it a share of chances Into another country again No tears for the lies he told No letter on the bedroom chair No message written on the mirror Leave it looking like … Continue reading

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In The Company Of Ghosts…

London east, and I’m standing still. When I feel the age old past reaching out from busy streets. The people I pass are mere shadows… hushing by like in a dream but the derelict buildings they talk and the ghosts … Continue reading

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Electrical! Sexual in body and soul…

     I see all those things, around me and in my head. A certain scene, a certain feeling, moments… places… towns, buildings, oceans, people, a vibe… and it is so hard to not be able to explain all the … Continue reading

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Fun Fair memories…

  I’m waiting, so eagerly waiting, the great fair has come to town Come on, let us hurry now, let’s forget for just a while The great fun fair makes us smile again All the little girls catch a little … Continue reading

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Naked… new poetic thoughts

I’m sure I’m an alien, and yet I act so freakin’ human I am fearless , but I can be so very scared of trivial things I trust myself and yet I can regret my decisions I am free and … Continue reading

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