amq:

Those starving children, they ain’t got no mother;
There’s pink flamingos living in the mall,
I’d give a fortune to your infomercial,
If somebody would just take my call…

Hello, patterns in my mind - now moving slow,
Sorrow all across the surface roads,
Smoothing out the edges of the stone,
The lights are out, where’d everybody go?
Alone.

Erase yourself and you’ll be free; Mandela destroyed by the sea.
All we are is colored sand; so pay to ride the ferris wheel,
Smile, all that you can feel, is gratitude for what has been,
‘cause it did not happen…

Conor Oberst - Lenders In The Temple

(via loveyourchaos)