When I first saw these sad grey blocks of flats, I had no clue that they would be my place. They stood next to an ugly church which pierced the air with coarse and chilling bells; its shape and color didn’t feel like home or a house of God...
First night I dreamt that I was hovering under the ceiling, kept by an evil thing. And then the bells, they woke me up; their chilling sound had made the nightmare stop. And so I learnt that even ugly sounds can be alright…
When I feel strong that I don't have a place, when I feel lost in a dark and hopeless maze, I know there are sounds abound with which I hope to stand another round. And so I listen, and I play these sounds to be alright. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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