Pictures Of You

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you

That I almost believe that they're real

I've been living so long with my pictures of you

That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel

Remembering you standing quiet in the rain

As I ran to your heart to be near

And we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close

How I always held close in your fear

Remembering you running soft through the night

You were bigger, brighter and whiter than snow

Screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky

And you finally found all your courage to let it all go

Remembering you fallen into my arms

Crying for the death of your heart

You were stone white, so delicate lost in the cold

You were always so lost in the dark

Remembering you, how you used to be

Slow drowned you were angels, so much more than everything

Hold for the last time then slip away quietly

Open my eyes but I never see anything

If only I'd thought of the right words

I could have held on to your heart

If only I'd thought of the right words

I wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you

And never hold on to your heart

Looking so long for the words to be true

And always just breaking apart, my pictures of you

There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more

Than to feel you deep in my heart

There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more

Than to never feel the breaking apart, my pictures of you

Pictures Of You

The Cure

A Moment From Different Angles

A Moment From Different Angles

Borj Erras

Borj Erras

Inside The Mosque

Inside The Mosque

Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

El Ghar Café

El Ghar Café

Mahdia's Bride

Mahdia's Bride

My Little Empire

My little empire has risen and it's set

My little empire is as good as it can get

My little empire is coming around

My little empire it don't make a sound

My royalty it does not exist

It is extinct for the eye to see

My ideology it is dead and gone

Almost forgotten for the eye to see

My little empire, I'm sick of being sick

My little empire, I'm tired of being tired

My little empire, I'm bored of being bored

My little empire, I'm happy being sad

All of my sins are attempts to fill the voids

All of my voids they are filled with sin

All of my demons they are kept within

And all my violence it does not exist

My little empire, I'm happy being sad

My little empire, I'm fucked with being fucked

My little empire, I'm done with being dumb

My little empire, I'm happy being sad

Happy being sad

Happy being sad

Happy being sad

My Little Empire

Manic Street Preachers

Whispered By Waves

"Je sème mon amour sur la vague; ma pensée sur la stérile plaine des flots. Mon amour plonge dans les flots qui se suivent et se ressemblent. Ils passent et l'oeil ne les reconnait plus. Mer informe et toujours agitée; loin des hommes, tes flots se taisent, rien ne s'oppose à leur fluidité, mais nul ne peut entendre leur silence, sur la plus frêle chaloupe, déjà se heurtent-t-ils , et leur bruit nous fait croire que la tempête est bruyante. Les grandes vagues avancent et se succedent sans aucun bruit. Elles se suivent, et chacune soulève à son tour la même goutte d'eau, sans presque la déplacer, seule leur forme se promène; l'eau se prête, et les quitte, et ne les accompagne jamais. Toute forme ne prend que pour bien peu d'instants le même être, à travers chacun. Elle continue, puis le laisse. Mon âme! ne t'attache à aucune pensée. Jette chaque pensée au vent du large qui te l'enlève; tu ne la porteras jamais toi même jusqu'aux cieux. Mobilité des flots, c'est vous qui fîtes si chancelante ma pensée! Tu ne bâtiras rien sur la vague. Elle s'échappe sous chaque poids. Le doux port viendra-t-il, après ces décourageantes dérives, ces errements de-ci, de-là? où mon âme enfin reposée, sur une solide jetée près du phare tournant, regardera la mer".

Les Nourritures Terrestres

André Gide

To This Day

To This Day

Motorcycle Emptiness

Each day living out a lie

Life sold cheaply forever, ever, ever

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Motorcycle Emptiness

Manic Street Preachers