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Roy Sullivan-Struck by lightining 7 times!-Songs For Extraordinary People-Michael Hearst

On the morning of September 28, 1983, Sullivan died at the age of 71 from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. Officially, he shot himself over an unrequited love while lying in bed next to his wife who was 30 years younger and allegedly did not notice his death for several hours.

The Gun Club - Idiot Waltz

"And everyone is so kind
With the lies that they tell themselves
'Cause everyone is so blind
To the truth that they're ugly inside
When the mirror's laughing
Time takes over
You should know
We're rotting away

There's no
Nothing left for me
When all beauty's destroyed
There's no
Nothing left to see
Once all beauty's destroyed

And everyone is so torn
Between truth and a false veneer
Well no one wants to be alone
In the wake of their faults and fears
If you don't stop scratching
Wounds reopen
As we slowly start to decay

There's no
Nothing left for me
When all beauty's destroyed
There's no
Nothing left to see
Once all beauty's destroyed

Lie for you
Die for you
Beg for you
Bleed for you

There's no
Nothing left for me
When all beauty's destroyed
There's no
Nothing left to see
Once all beauty's destroyed

All beauty's destroyed
All beauty's destroyed"

Vic Chesnutt - Everything I Say

https://soundcloud.com/j-apan-s-uicide/a-mood-apart

"to the burned and then rebuilt memories
To the useless words before it was getting late
(in all that, where did our lovely irony was?)

To get away with the umpteenth quotes,
with the black and white reportage of our interior wars
To this and other defeats

Without realizing what I lost and who I am"

LINEA ASPERA // Synapse

"A single moment was enough to create this:
A retinal distraction when a scatter of light
Hits and forms an image.
Perfection is the harshest term.
The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse.
Don't look at me.
Don't look at me, it hurts.
The neurons have fired:
A torrential surge through the optic nerve...
I can't find the words.
The warmth of a body in an empty bed...
When only the scent is left, only dissent is left.
A single moment was enough to create this:
A retinal distraction when a scatter of light
Hits and forms an image.
Perfection is the harshest term.
The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse.
Don't look at me.
Don't look at me, it hurts.
The neurons have fired:
A torrential surge through the optic nerve...
I can't find the words."

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Bull Dawg έγραψε: 09 Ιούλ 2021, 03:46 Αχ πόσο Μ άρεσε , συνθλίψου κι εσύ μαζί μας

ή ταράτσα του πατρικού μου στόν υμηττό έβλεπε στο πανι της ΑΒΑΝΑΣ....
αρχές δεκ 60 τό είδα....ήμουν πιτσιρικας τοτενες...
πολυ αργοτερα το ξανάδα

ό Άντονυ Πέρκινς ασυληπτη ερμηνεία,αλλά στα χερια του Χίτσκοκ

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