Walking is as the revolution said you tend according to Breton to turn around and gasp though he did not himself but slightly graze admitting that pacing has a different stature entirely green walls of clipped trees that suddenly flowered in just such a way is walking a matter of choosing an arbitrary city on a map and trust upon the dust we are to entroupe and entower at every corner, we hour is to say once we walked into the marrow said everyone who followed him I have a small maze at the heart of which a person splits or drifts away
apart letting the city float off on a different history in a private country of private signs.
The exceptional courage and bravery of the villagers should be central to the book, but the focus sometimes drifts away
from the actual escape and becomes merely a biography of the region rather than the people.
The ice drifts away
from the Pole, so it is rather like being on a conveyor belt and your legs cover a lot more distance than you are moving forward.
LET DOWN: Balloon Nessie's head drifts away
In this highly readable novel, David Umber is caught up in a web of intrigue that so complicates his life that he just drifts away
into oblivion from a promising career as an historian.
The neutrality of this calculated conceptual balance requires that the image itself be indelible, but the surprise of Cvijanovic's vision dissipates quickly, and the picture itself drifts away
from the tethers of memory.
She drifts away
from the present, not into a dream this time of distant fantasies far from home, but into a past tense, a narrative frame which creates distance at the same time that it makes possible a closeness, a coming home.
In the middle of this otherwise wonderful essay Bynum drifts away
from these fruitful and very medieval lines of inquiry into a discussion of equally bizarre modern concerns.
Allen discovered that if you pull open a drawer, anything that hasn't been strapped down drifts away
. Then, "you have a real slowmotion slapstick on your hands," Allen says.
HOW the years have flown Since you went away Taken long before your time On that fatal day You will never grow old For you time stands still Your beauty will never fade Nor your hair turn grey In the place where you lie As time drifts away
When you left A part of my heart went with you Left in its place Sorrow and tears Darkness and despair All around me everywhere Those dark days have long gone With the passing of time I often think of you Even time has moved on Locked in my memory Never to fade away Always to be part of me Until my time comes To leave for pastures new My spirit may linger Or reach the heavens high Once more to find you To have you by my side.
Alison Goldfrapp and Will Gregory wrongfoot the faithful with yet another seismic shift, swapping the pop-rock of Supernature for folky psychedelia that at times simply drifts away
. Typical is softly-sung Little Bird, the tale of a restless soul who sprouts metaphorical wings, which is set in a dreamlike swirl of sound.
In the darkness there comes light Whispers in the starry night Shadows lurking nearby No-one comes to hear her cry Vicious rumours that she hears They start off her woeful tears All her nightmares coming true Her pale skin is black and blue The laughing rings in her ears It brings out all her fears People begin to stop and stare As they whisper "look at her!" Now her smile is not real Sadness and anger is all she feels As her spirit drifts away
She is dreading a new day.