Just Like Honeyby The Jesus and Mary Chain

therearecat:

Walking back to you
Is the hardest thing that
I can do
That I can do for you

The Suburbsby Arcade Fire

goodishmusic:

the suburbs | arcade fire

Without You I'm Nothingby Placebo feat. David Bowie

analogradyo:

“…You grow me like an evergreen,

You never see the lonely me at all.”

Wake Upby The Arcade Fire

musicoverwords:

Arcade Fire - Wake Up

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sunby Alan Rickman

tiny-sized:

Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
   As any she belied with false compare. 

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