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I think that ten years ago, new years day was ruined for me by listening to "frank's wild years". in particular 'wake me up' which has the line about 'together we'll ring in the new year, I know that she'll be my queen..."
You know.
Anyways, it ruins my new years by making my head ring to its tones and my voice rise to its lyrics, and my expectations realise that there is no she to ring in the new year with, and no queen to reign her reins. every single new years since I heard the song I have been on my own. I focus on the beauty of walking alone to fill the gaps. this is the kingdom, here were my feet fall.
there is no one after.
I went to a party anyways, only I didn't know anyone there, and ended up folding paper in a corner and leaving too late to catch the last metro. this led to an hour long walk home from berri.
people everywhere drunk on dep wine and weaving through the streets, giving high fives to passers by and screaming their screams, like they actually realise that there is no tomorrow.
the lights were on were lovelies live, but I'm too shy to knock at two in the morning, so I'll just send my song in the window and hope for a year of cups filled to the brim with double double happiness.
messages, lots of messages.
its a long way to andromeda....
You know.
Anyways, it ruins my new years by making my head ring to its tones and my voice rise to its lyrics, and my expectations realise that there is no she to ring in the new year with, and no queen to reign her reins. every single new years since I heard the song I have been on my own. I focus on the beauty of walking alone to fill the gaps. this is the kingdom, here were my feet fall.
there is no one after.
I went to a party anyways, only I didn't know anyone there, and ended up folding paper in a corner and leaving too late to catch the last metro. this led to an hour long walk home from berri.
people everywhere drunk on dep wine and weaving through the streets, giving high fives to passers by and screaming their screams, like they actually realise that there is no tomorrow.
the lights were on were lovelies live, but I'm too shy to knock at two in the morning, so I'll just send my song in the window and hope for a year of cups filled to the brim with double double happiness.
messages, lots of messages.
its a long way to andromeda....