#prayer in c

[kat-luv]

Daily Song Recommendation #1073

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: June 6, 2014

Lyrics:

Ya, you never said a word

You didn't send me no letter

Don't think I could forgive you

See, our world is slowly dying

I'm not wasting no more time

Don't think I could believe you

Ya, you never said a word

You didn't send me no letter

Don't think I could forgive you

See, our world is slowly dying

I'm not wasting no more time

Don't think I could believe you

Ya, our hands will get more wrinkled

And our hair, it will be grey

Don't think I could forgive you

And see the children are starving

And their houses were destroyed

Don't think they could forgive you

Hey, when seas will cover lands

And when men will be no more

Don't think you can forgive you

Yeah, when there'll just be silence

And when life will be over

Don't think you will forgive you

Ya, you never said a word

You didn't send me no letter

Don't think I could forgive you

See, our world is slowly dying

I'm not wasting no more time

Don't think I could believe you

Ya, you never said a word

You didn't send me no letter

Don't think I could forgive you

See, our world is slowly dying

I'm not wasting no more time

Don't think I could believe you

Ya, our hands will get more wrinkled

And our hair, it will be grey

Don't think I could forgive you

And see the children are starving

And their houses were destroyed

Don't think they could forgive you

Songwriter:

Ey, when seas will cover lands

And when men will be no more

Don't think you can forgive you

Yeah, when there'll just be silence

And when life will be over

Don't think you will forgive you

Benjamin Cotto / Nili Ben Meir / Pierre Guimard

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Lilly Wood & The Prick

Robin Schulz

[sharklovingcriminals]

People just don't make hype synth pop songs with soul crushing lyrics like they used to

[conscienciacoletiva]

Lilly Wood & The Prick - Prayer In C (Live @ Main Square 2015)

[keemeekaal]

💙 SANS L'OUBLIER ;)

▪︎ prayer in c by Lilly Wood & The Prick + @the-daughter-of

• SMALL DETAILS & @bo-oui

Image cropped from a series post @keemeekaal [maybe Tumblr’s most unique, and definitely inspirational blog to me]

[ranticore]

long time no smoke

[reclaiming-god]

queer love is beautiful and sacred, don't let anyone tell you otherwise 🫵

[wheregoodthingsthrive]

I love a vain Walter.

I love a Walter obsessed with his own character and accomplishment. As a teen, it was to be perceived as an adult, as strong, capable, independent, and simply better. As a young adult, it was to be charming, effective, untouchable and a monolith of skill, it was to actively, always be better. This is where the panic of becoming asinine started. As an adult, it was perfection, never second best, go above and beyond, be posh, precise, poised, it was to never be anything but the best.

I love a Walter obsessed with his looks. Clothing pressed, never spotted with a wrinkle, impeccable posture, never stumbling. Even covered in blood or suffering an injury— there is no room for error. Loose long hair isn’t the problem here, it’s being unkept. Being perceived as beastly or anything less than something, anything akin to the vermin he kills or the unpredictable nature of Alucard. He’s better than that.

I love a Walter obsessed with coming across as normal. Sure, he has his moments where his adeptness at brutality shines through but he does it with class. He has his fun but he can always rein it in. He isn’t needlessly messy like Alucard. He isn’t troublesome like Arthur. He isn’t as careless as the average soldier. All of his missions are for a purpose, all of his kills are precise, he is not tethered to failure or irritability or barbarism. He isn’t Alucard. He’s better.

I love a Walter who never appears vain. He is the first to demean himself, the first to take a step back, the first to simply be the butler. He is grateful for his education, his skills, his position. He never turns down a helpful, gracious hand and if he does, it’s for their good. Not his. He doesn’t need their help, he’s too proud deep down. Even in age, he doesn’t need help.

I love a Walter who is vain and covers it up with humility.

[andallshallbewell]

[spookierz]

part of me never left that exile

[rat-rosemary]

Ranboo couldn't breathe. He had fallen into a spiral for seemingly no reason, and now he couldn't get any oxygen in, no matter how hard he tired to follow the square breathing technique Techno had shown him.

Ranboo

"No no no please I can't I cant-"

The walls were closing around him, obsidian burying him alive-

Ranboo listen

Old wounds opening once more, all alone but it felt like he was back in New Lmanburg, screaming and accusations of things he doesn't remember doing-

"I swear I tried so hard I didn't mean it please-"

RANBOO

The next gasping breath he took felt like it was ripped out of him, tears of relief as his form was changed against his will, the shift enough to snap him out of the spiral, like shoving your hands in ice.

Ranboo slumped into the floor, his new wings covering him, soft and fluffy and grounding.

Ranboo

No nevermind, back to panic time. Because that was Dream's voice and Dream was supposed to be in prison and no one was supposed to know about the panic room-

But the room was empty.

"Dream?"

Ranboo called out, his voice rough, cracking embarrassingly

Yes?

"I- Where are you?"

He leaned against a wall,pushing himself up into shaky legs

I'm right here

Dream's voice cooed back, sounding completely directionless. There was something about it that made Ranboo's shoulders loosen, and he feels a bit guilty about it. Dream might be their God, but he's also Dream.

"Here where? Y-You're supposed to be in prison."

Ranboo turned around, covering himself with his wings as he searched the small room. There isn't much to it, there shouldn't be anywhere for Dream to hide in, yet he can't find him. He doesn't even have a couch in here!

I am in prison.

"What? Then. Oh void I have actually gone insane"

A chuckle sounded on his head, and Ranboo felt like something had nudged his mind, a pyscic equivalent of a cat bumping it's head against his forehead.

No, I'm in your head. Don't have another panic attack.

"Wha- How? Why?"

He keeps spinning around, scouring the room. Somehow he would be more relieved if he found Dream now.

You were praying

Dream starts, pausing awkwardly for a moment

Very very loudly

"No I wasn't! I was-"

Panicking. How do you think animals pray to me Ranboo?

"Oh."

Yeah

They fall into silence and Ranboo sits down again, still shaky and unsteady.

It does feel better to not be alone tho. To have the quiet reassurance of someone else with him, even if it's Dream and even if he's not really here.

So... what happen?

"It was... nothing."

It didn't feel like nothing. Ranboo you have no clue how loud you were.

Ranboo squeezed his eyes closed, hiding his face in his hands. Void, this was his personal hell.

"I guess," he hesitated, fluffing up his wings and curling up further under them as he hid his face in his knees, "I've been overwhelmed lately I think? Which is stupid because all the wars are over because- uh."

Because I'm in prison?

"Yes! Or at least they were supposed to be. But everyone is so tense and there's all these politics and ugh! It's supposed to be better now! But it's so scary all the time"

That sucks buddy

Dream's voice had a tilt of dry humor and bitterness that Ranboo didn't really get

I don't know, go take a swim about it? Get away from all this shit?

"I can't swim Dream, I'm an enderman hybrid!"

Of course you can, just-

And then Ranboo was falling over, barely catching himself before he face planted the cold obsidian as his wings and legs dissappear, being replaced with a tail.

"...I'm a seal."

Laughter rang in his head once more, and Dream let go of his form, the tail staying just a few seconds more before splitting back into his normal legs

You're a seal

"And I can just. Do that. And jump into the ocean. And get no burns"

Yes, why would you?

"Well, because I'm an enderman-"

You are. Until you're a seal. And then you're not.

"Oh."

All the response Ranboo got was a small wave of fondness and the mental equivalent of an eye roll. He stood once more, leaning against a wall as he made his way out of the panic room.

From there he walked straight to the ocean, feeling a sticky mix of terror and wonder as he reached the shore.

Dream had left him when he left the panic room, but he once more reached for the god, shaking as he reached the waves bobbing gently against the ice.

With a leap of faith Ranboo jumped in, squeezing his eyes shut as he sank.

Swim

And Ranboo did, opening his eyes and sliding across the water, kept warm by the fur scattered across him. His skin did not burn.

[barzfrommarz]

all these dsmp characters coming back is making my brain think of the possibility of cc!w!lbvr trying to bring him back....

[interstallerrr]

Sometimes I space out and I ask myself how can the charlos fans go through this??

Honestly I love Charles to the core he's my number one driver and all meanwhile Carlos isn't even in my top 5 and that doesn't mean I need to hate him or attack him at every opportunity but the arguments going between both fans are so childish they're grown ass men they can solve their problems alone without some random people sending them hate and all of that??

Charles passing Carlos in parc ferme isn't that big of a deal he was just angry disappointed and high on adrenaline but then in the press conference you could see them clearly smiling as if nothing happened.

And for people saying Ferrari prioritise Charles I mean come on let's be a little realistic he's the one fighting for the championship even though the chances are little and there always seems to be a problem with his car?

So I see that you guys better grow up and leave this childish behaviour cause it's giving me second hand embarrassment.

[blujayonthewing]

[thepersonalwords]

The world can be a great big scary place,and finding a soul mate is no simple task.But if you’re lucky enough to do just that,sometimes that’s all that you need: one personto belong to—who also belongs to you.

Rachel C. Weingarten, Ancient Prayer: Channeling Your Faith 365 Days of the Year

[sigmaelxgr]

Vorhim Kegran, Morag Tong agent