napoleon in rags

Lots of ostentatious bullshit




To once more be a part of that pig circus where sweaty people latch on to the nearest sweaty people and violently mock romance to death. The dance floor is a vile and noxious love fest where part-time alcoholics share the butt of desperation as they slowly drown themselves. Too slowly.

All this talk of getting old. It’s getting me down my love.

And I hope you’re thinking of me, as you lay down on your side.

Now the drugs don’t work, they just make you worse.

But I know I’m on a losing streak, cause I passed down my old street.

If you wanna show, then just let me know, and I’ll sing in your ear again.

Whenever I feel lonely, or hopeless, I will think of that place. I’ll think of her touch, her eyes and her laugh. I’ll think of the comfort I felt. And I will always smile.


Sinnerman - Nina Simone

the piano starting at 4:53 & the drums at 7:07.

if you haven’t listened to this song, your ears haven’t lived.

Well I forgot how good this is

(Source: vintagesalt)