All beauty must die.
Where the wild roses grow...
A friend of mine, the cicisbeic (neologism)
cauchemar_73, posted the video of this song (here for you). Never seen the video, I neither knew the female voice is Kylie Minogue's.
I've already gave my thanks to Cauchemar, but this song is still sounding in my ears.
One years ago, more or less, my mind linked Nick Cave to Cody Horton. Obviously you cannot know who is Cody Horton, 'cause he's not famous; he's not real: he's a character. Oh my bitter Cody Horton... Cody Horton is a police-man. The undersigned doesn't love the class, but we have to open our mind. Investigate the possibilities it gives us. Et cetera...
Cody Horton is a bitter and sweet character if the sweetness is given by an artificial sweetener. He has, like it has to be, a dark and buried under sand past, in which rumors tell about a blond lady and about The Lady - Miss I-choose-for-you - say 'hello' to Miss Death. Nothing new.
I care about Cody Horton, my memento mori; Cody Horton is my what if, the hypothesis in which all the things that could go wrong, went wrong.
Cody Horton is the result at which I see when I ask to myself what's going wrong in this world.
He cannot lose 'cause he'll never win.
He cannot lose 'cause he has nothing to lose.
He's a placid, quiet, untouchable piece of humanity that know only himself and the sacred survival instinct.
A friend of mine, the cicisbeic (neologism)
cauchemar_73, posted the video of this song (here for you). Never seen the video, I neither knew the female voice is Kylie Minogue's. I've already gave my thanks to Cauchemar, but this song is still sounding in my ears.
One years ago, more or less, my mind linked Nick Cave to Cody Horton. Obviously you cannot know who is Cody Horton, 'cause he's not famous; he's not real: he's a character. Oh my bitter Cody Horton... Cody Horton is a police-man. The undersigned doesn't love the class, but we have to open our mind. Investigate the possibilities it gives us. Et cetera...
Cody Horton is a bitter and sweet character if the sweetness is given by an artificial sweetener. He has, like it has to be, a dark and buried under sand past, in which rumors tell about a blond lady and about The Lady - Miss I-choose-for-you - say 'hello' to Miss Death. Nothing new.
I care about Cody Horton, my memento mori; Cody Horton is my what if, the hypothesis in which all the things that could go wrong, went wrong.
Cody Horton is the result at which I see when I ask to myself what's going wrong in this world.
He cannot lose 'cause he'll never win.
He cannot lose 'cause he has nothing to lose.
He's a placid, quiet, untouchable piece of humanity that know only himself and the sacred survival instinct.