(different colours made of tears)

[riverdresses]

(lots of silly to say later ; but my susan fanmix is up!)

Lou Reed's voice.

It's like

.

.

.

sex.

Intense, dark sex in a dim blue room with raggedy, sheer, black fabrics strung up about the room.

Even in the bookshop, so busy & populated, Lou's voice is blissfully chilling me out here.

I am calm.

Just chilled out, blissed out, calm.

(Nico's songs make me feel so pleasantly sleepy ; she's wonderfully funereal-sounding)

I want this shit on vinyl. Just chill out & listen to this shit on raspy, clicky, creaky vinyl.

(Jesus Christ, his voice. Fuck yes.)

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[westminster-son.livejournal.com]

I really need to get a record player one of these days so I can play the vinyls I have :P It's amazing what music can do for one's mood . . . make you feel like either anything's possible or everything's all right - or both ;)