“we’re naked again
maybe all we need
is water and friends
shackles and chains”

“i wanna be just like you
i wanna feel right through you
i wanna see just with you
i wanna live
i wanna die you”

“i wanna fit inside you
i wanna room inside you
if money talks i wanna buy you
i wanna die
i wanna die
i wanna live you
i’m not scared of you
gave up on drugs
if i make it through
the jaws of love
jaws of love
you give”

And..yeah…Bush says it damn good, doesn’t it?

si mi-am mai amintit si de melodia care ii scrantea sentimentele lui Tudor, “Without you” de la Blink …da , era oki asa…am subestimat-o la mom respectiv, am zis ca are Mark o voce de strachina dar hai ca parca suna ceva…

Life is cruel and jolly seasons come spilling shiny crap in ur face; just a reminder..that in the end…all of us lay alone biting our skin off in the dark.

U keep on…listening ‘to the music of the traffic in the city’, staring goofy at shop windows, enjoy a red velevet corner when outside is dead cold, spill a tear, taste it with the tip of ur tongue..and then..once again..u know,,…u cannot happily be mistakin’..this is really,oh so dearly, ..the crappy you!

And oh so..i conclude(Bush again!):

” Cause I don’t wanna come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this time to find out what I need”

Tis the season to be jolly!