A legitimate phobia of mine.
Lana Del Rey - Ultraviolence
With my little red party dress on,
Everybody knows that I’m the best, I’m crazy.
Get a little bit of bourbon in ya,
Get a little bit suburban and go crazy.
‘Cause you’re young, you’re wild, you’re free,
You’re dancin’ circles around me,
You’re fuckin’ crazy,
Oh, you’re crazy for me.
- I’m in a relationship with this song…
Thank you for this.
Auteur Marathon: Wes Anderson
Let the day parish on which I was born.
Also the night when someone said, “A man has been conceived!”
Let that day be darkness.
Let God above show no concern for it.
Let no light shine upon it.
Let darkness and the deep shadow of death reclaim it.
Let a rain cloud settle over it.
Let whatever darkness the day has terrify it.
That night—light let the gloom seize it.
Let it not rejoice over the days of the year,
and let it not enter among the number of the months.
Indeed! Let that night become barren.
Let no joyful cry be heard in it.
Let those who curse the day put a curse on it,
those who are able to awaken the kraken.
Let the stars of its twilight grow dark.
Let it wait in vain for daylight
and let it not see the rays of dawn.
Why did I not die at birth?
Why did I not parish when I came from the womb?
Why were there breasts to nurse me?
For now I would be laying down undisturbed.
I would be sleeping and at rest
with kings of the earth and their advisors
who built desolate places for themselves,
or with princess who possessed gold
whose houses were filled with silver.
Or why was I not like a hidden miscarriage,
like children who have never seen the light?
There even the wicked have ceased from agitation.
There the weary are at rest.
There the prisoners are at ease together.
They do not hear the voice of the one forcing them to work.
Small and great are the same there
and the slave is set free from the master.
Why does he give light to one suffering
and life to those bitter of soul?
Why do they long for death, but it does not come?
They dig for it more than hidden treasures
those who are rejoicing greatly,
who are happy when they find the grave.
Why does he give light to a man who has lost his way,
whom God has hedged in?
For in place of my food comes my sighing,
and my groaning pours like water.
For what I have dreaded has come upon me,
and what I have feared has befallen me.
I have no peace. No quiet. No rest.
Trouble keeps coming.
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