I wish I could eat off the salt of your lost faded lips

Interpol, Osbtacle 1

Paradis, Juergen Teller



I should sit on a rock off Cornwall and comb my hair
I should wear tiger pants, I should have an affair
We should meet in another life, we should meet in the air.
Me and you


Sylvia Plath,
Lesbos (1962)




She was all right ‘cause the sea was so airtight, she broke away
She was all right ‘cause the sea was so airtight, she broke away

Stella was a diver and she was always down, Interpol

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