Paul Simonon from The Clash
constantly daydreaming about what we could be
<i>Misfits</i>
Colors of Jupiter
I talked to you a bit earlier today,
I still miss you.
I saw you last week,
I still miss you.
I... i want to be special to you..
U tmurnoj hladnoj noći,
Stojim sama, tebe čekam,
Iako znam da nećeš doći,
Voljeću te iz daleka.
I dok krupne kapi kiše padaju po licu mom,
Zaklinjem se- voljeću te još i više,
I molim: Pruži mojoj duši dom
Dok sama po beznađu lutam i tražim tvoga srca glas,
Na strmoj litici čekam, visim,
Da dođeš u pravi čas.
Paul Simonon photographed by Janet Macoska, 1979
Concept: Existence is over rated.
So fucking sad …
Does anyone else get that yearning for love? Like, you just want to hug someone, or be with someone, look into someone’s eyes, feel something. So badly. It’s incredibly hard to explain, but it’s the best and worst feeling in the world.