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“The suffering or the bad memories are as important as the good memories, and the good experiences. If you sort of, can imagine life as being 99% of the time quite linear, and most of the time you're in a state of neither happiness nor sadness. And then that 1% of the time you experience moments of very crystalised happiness, or crystalised sadness, or loneliness or depression. And I believe all of those moments are very pertinant. It's like I said to you, that for me it's mostly those crystalised moments of melancholy which are more inspirational to me. And in a strange way they become quite beautiful in their own way. Music that is sad, melancholic, depressing, is in a kind of perverse way more uplifting. I find happy music extremely depressing, mostly - mostly quite depressing. It's particularly this happy music that has no spirituality behind it - if it's just sort of mindless party music, it'd be quite depressing. But largely speaking, I was the kind of person that responds more to melancholia, and it makes me feel good. And I think the reason for this is, I think if you respond strongly to that kind of art, it's because in a way it makes you feel like you're not alone. So when we hear a very sad song, it makes us realise that we do share this kind of common human experience, and we're all kind of bonded in sadness and melancholia and depression.”
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“We are not lonely, because we chose to be alone.
We are not lost, because we chose to disappear.”
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We are not lost, because we chose to disappear.”
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“I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes”
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I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes”
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“There's a lot of beauty to be found in sadness and melancholia. One of the things that you find time and time again - not just with music, but with literature - is that things that appear to be quite depressing on the surface can ironically be very uplifting and touching to other people. When you hear something that really reminds you that you're not alone in feeling sad, depressed, melancholic, angry - I think that can actually be a very cathartic experience.”
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“God is freedom, God is truth
God is power and God is proof
God is fashion, God is fame
God gives meaning, God gives pain”
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God is power and God is proof
God is fashion, God is fame
God gives meaning, God gives pain”
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“And because of who we are we react in mock surprise.
The curse of there must be more so don't breath here.”
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The curse of there must be more so don't breath here.”
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“I feel I'm living in parentheses”
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“We lost the skyline
We stepped right off the map
Drifted into black space
And let the clocks relapse.”
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We stepped right off the map
Drifted into black space
And let the clocks relapse.”
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“Where do you go if you don’t belong anywhere? If I wanted to run away then why come to the city? Because this is the place to hide. This is the place to be invisible. Anyone can be no one here, and I am someone that wants to be no one.”
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“The years just pass like trains
I wave but they don't slow down”
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I wave but they don't slow down”
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“It's so erotic when your make up runs”
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“I feel I'm falling once again
But now there's no one left to catch me”
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But now there's no one left to catch me”
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“Hand cannot erase this love”
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“I believe that, for anyone that creates a fictional character, in order to make that character believable so people can really believe that this character exists is actually to implant your own autobiography into that character.”
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“Springtime is over
Don't head for home
Creep up the ladder
And steal over stone
No time to forget this
World's in your eyes
Sway in the cloud blur
And light up the sky
Cast off the colour
And tune in to black
The moon touches your shoulder
And brings the day back
And touches your window
And touches your window
And touches your window
And touches your window
And touches your”
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Don't head for home
Creep up the ladder
And steal over stone
No time to forget this
World's in your eyes
Sway in the cloud blur
And light up the sky
Cast off the colour
And tune in to black
The moon touches your shoulder
And brings the day back
And touches your window
And touches your window
And touches your window
And touches your window
And touches your”
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