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Posted: **Tue Jul 26, 2011 1:30 pm**

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Posted: **Tue Jul 26, 2011 5:47 pm**

see this child twice stolen from me

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color my fast fading heart - people laugh at anything - things just fall apart

Posted: **Tue Jul 26, 2011 9:17 pm**

sleep sleep sleep - go to sleep

Posted: **Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:24 am**

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A Thousand Words | director, Ted Chung

— Ted Chung is a director and screenwriter based in Los Angeles, California. He was recently selected for the 2008 Berlinale Talent Campus. In Berlin, he directed the short film On Time, which subsequently became a hit on Youtube.
- director | Ted Chung
  - cinematography | James Yuan
  - - music | Chanda Dancy
  - - - editor | Ted Chung
  the bicyclist | Yoyao Hsueh
  - the photographer | Nasim Pedrad

Posted: **Wed Jul 27, 2011 9:19 am**

When you're deafened by the sound of betrayal
And there's no one left to trust
Falling off the end of the scale
You carry on because you must

When you're down to the last of your senses
And the pain is broken out of thoughts
Somehow you've got to pull yourself together
You've got to make good of all the things, you've been taught

Posted: **Wed Jul 27, 2011 8:35 pm**

everybody remember Steven Jesse Bernstein...

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Posted: **Fri Jul 29, 2011 4:29 am**

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Telephone in a Foreign City | Lianne Hall

Posted: **Fri Jul 29, 2011 4:29 am**

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The Body | Pains of Being Pure at Heart

LYRICS.
Come on now stop staring at the ceiling
Your last daydream is slowly unreeling
Won’t you come out tonight, like I know you want to
cuz the city’s alive and even though it haunts you, I want you

To tell me again what the body’s for
cuz I can’t feel it anymore
I want to hurt like it did before
We shouldn’t sin

Tell me again what the body’s for
cuz I can’t feel it anymore
I lost mine and I need yours,
It’s only skin, we should swim

You try so hard to keep it together,
and you look so hard in fishnets and leather
But I know who you are, you are just a lost saint
And if we go too far, there’ll be heaven to pay
and what a price…

I can’t feel it anymore, tell me again what the body’s for
I can’t feel it anymore, tell me again it’s only skin, we should swim

Posted: **Fri Jul 29, 2011 6:35 am**

400m across, and hanging like a football field
over the valley of the stone circle
wondering what the crop will yield
Cause the mothership has come
Cause the mothership has come
Who's she gonna take this time?
Right now tell me who's she gonna claim?

Loving is the face of Jesus
Smiling is the Mona Lise
To penetrate the diamond
the pituatary gland gets torn off its access and frees
Earth is a cannon of love, shame beyond Socrates
Who's to blame but the man like any man?
Who's to blame but the man who leads?

Going upwards at 45 degrees
Going upwards at 45 degrees
Going upwards at 45 degrees
Won't somebody sign my release

When people jump through time
they give themselves up to rhyme and reasons of the heavens
they recognise in themselves
reconciling their thoughts to those of dutiful people
they're unashamed

Going upwards at 45 degrees
Going upwards at 45 degrees
Going upwards at 45 degrees
Won't somebody sign my release?