Because everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey

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The Beatles

Any Time At All
A Hard Day's Night [Mono]

(Source: walkerjmatthew)

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Frank Sinatra

Glad To Be Unhappy
In The Wee Small Hours

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The Beatles

I Should Have Known Better
A Hard Day's Night [Mono]

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The Weepies

Not Dead Yet
Hideaway

“It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence, to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words: “And this, too, shall pass away.” How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!”

—Abraham Lincoln

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Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

The Tracks of My Tears
Smokey Robinson & The Miracles: The Definitive Collection

(Source: walkerjmatthew, via lesoreilles)

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Jackson Browne

Farther On
Late For The Sky

In my early years I hid my tears
And passed my days alone
Adrift on an ocean of loneliness
My dreams like nets were thrown

To catch the love that I’d heard of
In books and films and songs
Now there’s a world of illusion and fantasy
In the place where the real world belongs

Still I look for the beauty in songs
To fill my head and lead me on
Though my dreams have come up torn and empty
As many times as love has come and gone

To those gentle ones my memory runs
To the laughter we shared at the meals
I filled their kitchens and living rooms
With my schemes and my broken wheels

It was never clear how far or near
The gates to my citadel lay
They were cutting from stone
Some dreams of their own
But they listened to mine anyway

I’m not sure what I’m trying to say
It could be I’ve lost my way
Though I keep a watch over the distance
Heaven’s no closer than it was yesterday

And the angels are older
They know not to wait up for the sun
They look over my shoulder
At the maps and the drawings
Of the journey I’ve begun

Now the distance leads me farther on
Though the reasons I once had are gone
I keep thinking I’ll find what I’m looking for
In the sand beneath the dawn

But the angels are older
They can see that the sun’s setting fast
They look over my shoulder
At the vision of paradise
Contained in the light of the past

And they lay down behind me
To sleep beside the road till the morning has come
Where they know they will find me
With my maps and my faith in the distance
Moving farther on

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