long walks. short bridges.

Music. Musings. Miscellaneous
If we could all take some time to ask ourselves how the flying fuck this right here did not win Mr. DiCaprio an Oscar.
Mr. McConaughey did not attempt to drive a Countach on quaaludes or man a yacht through treacherous Italian waters, or sniff cocai…

Robbery.

His face when Matt’s name was read out though..

If we could all take some time to ask ourselves how the flying fuck this right here did not win Mr. DiCaprio an Oscar.

Mr. McConaughey did not attempt to drive a Countach on quaaludes or man a yacht through treacherous Italian waters, or sniff cocai…

Robbery.

His face when Matt’s name was read out though..

Stonethrower

Sow, you reap the benefits
Watch the needle pulling through
As I’m sewn to be a part of you
Lost in shade and blurry hue
I’m thrown to be apart from you
And I’m lost in shade and blurry hue

I cast a stone among the ruins
Another home lost, another stone tossed
We sing a sigh and hide within it
The fittest words gone, the leanest line drawn

Laid bare, this is loveless
The sadness in your chest
Is clawing at a lost lust
On a cold night, with indecision primed
We find a way to mourn our loss

I cast a stone among the ruins
Another home lost, another stone tossed
We sing a sigh and hide within it
The fittest words gone, the leanest line drawn

I lent my arm as I watched you grow
You fed upon the barren flesh on show
The dependence dies as the punctures slow
And still you reap, but you never sow.

- Ross Middlemiss.