Monday, January 10, 2011

11pm, The Palace, Melbourne CBD


I have seven faces,
thought I knew which one to wear.
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights,
training myself not to care.
The subway is a porno.
The pavements they are a mess.
I know you've supported me for a long time;
somehow I'm not impressed.

Interpol, 'NYC', Turn On the Bright Lights 2002

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