Three people I apparently look like - two of whom use to be a couple. Guess which two?
london/wind in the wires live at the rio theatre in vancouver on the sundark + riverlight tour x
Loving the headgear :)
Pigeon Song
A song I have regularly sang to myself in the morning for a few years now. It also features in a a short film that I made that can never be shown. It’s pretty depressing really… though vaguely more relevant.
London, did you have to
take my child away?
you buried him under
rent and low pay.
I’ve been cycling in circles
round your empty streets.
i’ve been searching
in the pouring rain.
I’ve been going alone
to the cinema
I’ve been stealing all my food
from the electric avenue
now the pigeons gather
round my feeding hand.
and we talk til the evening fades.
I have learnt how it goes
what you wait for never shows
and what you least wanted
holds you down like a stone.
just like a stone.
Now i feed the birds.
day after day.
only they can hear me pray for
a lighter heart. a lighter load
to be moving. moving. moving
my way home
By Patrick Wolf
Such a beaut of a song - now with phitt re-working
Patrick Wolf covers Lana Del Rey’s Born To Die.
so much better than the original
(via holyshitpatrickwolf)
:)
Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire, desire
Deep down inside of me
You are not the maker nor the master of me
Help me to better support my family
And better, better of a brother be
Desire, desire
Deep down inside of me
You are not the wrecker nor the ruler of me…
Unicorn Lust
I could tumble all of this weeks http://oneweekoneband.tumblr.com
The reviews on the Patrick Wolf Discography have been second to none - and I have even discovered PW songs I haven’t heard before like- what? - I suck at being an obsessive fan.
dearest new friend. I started out on this journey at eleven to make this communication to you. Not that I had much to communicate then but taking the path to here has certainly given me something to share. so. Lycanthropy for me is a survival instinct in the face of a full moon, barriers-bushes-intellectuals, bogiemen and fear-failure. you grow these thick dark hairs – claws, sharp teeth and you crawl on all fours till the sun comes up. so – here you go! it’s all yours. till next time joy! Patrick.
I want to be as careless, as I once was…
—Pelicans by Patrick Wolf, Brumalia
Russian and Ukrainian wolfpack, you are a-ma-zing!
(Source: hellyeahpatrickwolf, via my-augustine)
(Source: my-augustine)
