Occident

Long life, show your face
Slow-heart, curb your taste
Smoke me out of my hiding place
Long life, state your case.

Long life, speak your name
So tired of the guessing game
But something is moving
just out of frame
Slow heart, brace and aim.

Long life, speak your name
I wait, while I decry the wait
And when I die, may I relate
Slow heart, congregate.

Joanna Newsom

Disappear

One day I may be disappear
Don't be too surprised
'Cause I get tired of noisy alarms and phone bells

And I don't think we're meant to stay here very long
I don't dream of bringing heaven down
Not like this
I'd rather move on

One day I may go for the longest walk
Don't be too shocked
'Cause I get tired of sneaky societies and combat boots

And I don't think we're meant to stay here very long

I'd rather move on

My Brightest Diamond

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

Between the end of that strange summer and the approach of winter, my life went on without change. Each day would dawn without incident and end as it had begun. It rained a lot in September. October had several warm, sweaty days. Aside from the weather, there was hardly anything to distinguish one day from the next. I worked at concentrating my attention on the real and useful. I would go to the pool almost every day for a long swim, take walks, make myself three meals.

But even so, every now and then, I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.

Haruki Murakami

Suspended in Gaffa

I try to get nearer but as it gets clearer
There's something appear in the way
It's a plank in my eye with a camel
Who's trying to get through it
Am I doing it, can I have it all?

Suddenly my feet are feet of mud, it all goes slo-mo
I don't know why I'm crying, am I suspended in Gaffa?
Not till I'm ready for you, can I have it all?

Kate Bush