Thursday, May 26, 2011

Howling At a Concrete Moon.


It Seems that the city has it own heartbeat and rhythm
that everyone seems to understand
Traffic flows seamlessly like a cloud along the sky
Bicycles weave in between cars and pedestrians like expert nagivators
Pedestrians slide past each like fish in a stream
All in this unspoken rhythm of the streets.

If you hesitate even for a split second,
you'll ruin this sweet synchronicity
so let go sometimes
and know that the world is blind to your actions
but never blind to you.

Beck - Cellphones Dead



Beck - Youthless



Beck - Girl


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