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orm follows function is a principle associated with modern architecture and industrial design in the 20th century. The principle is that the shape of a building or object should be primarily based upon its intended function or purpose.
Form follows function
Leszek Możdżer
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Less by Nils Frahm on Grooveshark
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I hang on to your playlist's lyrics As if you spoke to me... Dear god, don't laugh at me. I ain't me.
3 x 3 = 9
Glasshead by Four Tet
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When the body speaks
To the soul's desires
The body listens
What the flesh requires
Keeps the heart imprisoned
What the spirit seeks
The mind will follow
When the body speaks
All else is hollow
I'm just an angel
Driving blindly
Through this world
I'm just a slave here
At the mercy
Of a girl
Oh I need your tenderness
Oh I need your touch
Oh I dream of one caress
Oh I pray too much
To the soul's desires
The body listens
What the flesh requires
Keeps the heart imprisoned
What the spirit seeks
The mind will follow
When the body speaks
All else is hollow
You keep me waiting
For the promise
That is mine
Please stop debating
Please stop wasting
Your time
Oh I need your tenderness
Oh I need your touch
Oh I dream of one caress
Oh I pray too much
@ someone born Nov 5th
i recall that fog-smokey rooms you rented.
less the chicks you fucked. some of them were shy, others pretty talkative.
all of them were cooking your dinner. none of their names i remember.
it was the music that made me visit you.
we proudly shared all the new stuff.
you sold me your cd-player and i listened to discs recorded by a friend of yours.
bjork, radiohead, massive attack..."look, listen to this shit, dude...isn't it amazing?"
You kept telling me stories about your women, funny stories.
Women with no names. Coming and going.
We didn't do drugs.
You were too paranoid for that.
I also remember us watching a Cranberries gig and you kept
saying how beautiful was Dolores and you'd marry her.
You are married now.
And I miss that smokiness.
All the good music heard for the first time...
All the stupid talks on life death happiness fear...
I miss all that shit.
f (x)
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With o(u)r fiction...
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