An evening with The House of Love. So much better than I remember. I’m in heaven.
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An evening with The House of Love. So much better than I remember. I’m in heaven.
Rebecca Lepkoff Lower East Side, New York City c.1945
Days of Night/Nights of Day, Norilsk, Elena Chernyshova
A candy floss vendor awaits customers by a road side at dusk in Colombo, Sri Lanka on April 3, 2016. (Eranga Jayawardena/AP)
Photographs of Tyneside by Chris Killip
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring’s a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I’m going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
One day I’ll either play this role or live this role. Right now, it’s too close to call.
Whenever schoolwork starts to put a ton of stress on me, like now towards finals, I start to put on mst3k while I work and for some reason it makes it more bearable. Couldn’t for the life of me tell you why.
Step into the spinning blades, it’s nice!
Quit my job.
I have work lined up between April 25 and August 14.
So, if you have anything that needs a lighting designer, lighting crew chief, master electrician, regular electrician, or stage manager, feel free to hire me.