#inxs never tear us apart

[javelinbk]

Michael Hutchence, 22.01.60 - 22.11.97 💔

[a-man-for-hire-and-his-archives]

Another unseen photoshoot from Luke Arnold's blog

[slutbugsblog]

January sucks — I started listening to podcasts?

[luisantos]

INXS - NEVER TEAR US APART 🎧❤️

[booserina]

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart

I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

We could live

For a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I'd make wine from your tears

I told you

That we could fly

'Cause we all have wings

But some of us don't know why

I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never, ever tear us apart

- Never Tear Us Apart, INXS

[wandererthreatening]

One of my favourite music facts Is that the drummer from INXS is named Garry Gary Beers. It's like someone tried to come up with a name for an Australian on the spot.

[tako-je-sudjeno]

"I told you that we could fly

'Cause we all have wings

But some of us don't know why"

[ericblackmonmusic]

SUICIDE BLONDE INXS Multi Guitar Cover LESSON LINKS BELOW @EricBlackmonG...

[cllianmurphy]

INXS behind the scenes of "Never Tear Us Apart" Prague, 1987

[therealcalicali]

INXS - Never Tear Us Apart (1987)

[alfairb]

Hallucinate, desegregate Mediate, alleviate Try not to hate, love your mate Don't suffocate on your own hate Designate your love as fate

[fiammarock]

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart...

I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart...

🎶🔥♥️

[dreamersbcll]

You were there, two worlds collided

and they could never tear us apart

inspired by this post , by my love @krikeymate

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There was something to be said about the dance.

Soft and slow, intricate and careful. Missing a beat was a fatal mistake, as the rhythm was a crucial part of it all.

Sam would always softly chastise Tara whenever she wobbled or misstepped. Though Tara made mistakes, Sam never raised a hand against the skin of her own or sharpened her teeth with the cruel words they learned from their mother. She would gently correct Tara, and they would start again.

The dance was important. It signified the end of the moment, the drawn curtain of a performance. It was about setting the caged bird they trapped within their ribs free, letting it soar. Sam always said that the bird sang sweeter songs when it was free.

And in order for the sisters to be free, they had to let it go.

Tara waited by the speaker, watching her sister finish cleaning up, wiping her hands free of the sins that lay at their feet. She loved watching her sister. There was nothing more fascinating than watching how Sam Carpenter worked.

Her big sister was such a pillar of strength, a martyr of her blood. Sam could raise the heavens with her own bare hands and not break a sweat. The world could end around them, and all Tara would see is her big sister. Sam was everything and more, the only thing that would ever matter. She wished that Sam could see herself the way that Tara saw her.

Tara swore that her ribs cracked open on their own every time Sam looked at her. It’s as if they knew they had to make room for all the love Tara had for her big sister, as it was overflowing from her heart.

Looking up from polishing her knife, Sam’s eyes wandered, searching. Finally, they locked in on Tara, dark eyes melting, the sun after a storm. Sam’s stoic face practically split in two at the sight of her baby sister, and Tara’s heart fluttered in response.

She would do anything for her big sister. She would make wine from their tears, walk across a thousand nails, and cool down hell with her bare hands—anything to make that smile shine for the rest of time.

Sam nodded at her little sister, grinning at the rosy cheeks that met her smile. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Turn it on,” she said, motioning to the speaker.

Tara swore the dimples on her face would pop from joy. Following the gentle command but never breaking eye contact with her big sister, she pressed the play button.

The familiar crescendo of what seemed to be a thousand violins filled the room, drowning out the anticipatory silence of dread. Tara could feel her body grow light, her head dizzy, and her mouth forming a lackadaisical smile.

Finally, The dance.

Sam held her hand out, smiling at her little sister, beckoning Tara to take it.

Who was Tara to ever deny her big sister of anything?

She fell into the grasp of her big sister, letting Sam pull her in and hold her close. Her chin pressed against Sam’s shoulder; her cheek squished against the leather jacket that her big sister donned. Sam held her close, her free hand finding its way to Tara's scalp, caressing the tangled hair.

Sighing contently, Tara pressed a kiss against Sam’s shoulder, her eyes closing. Sam would hold her up. She always did.

“…Don’t ask me what you know is true,” Sam murmured, pressing firm kisses onto Tara’s hair.

The two swayed around the room, Tara’s wandering hands finding their way under Sam’s shirt, her fingernails brushing against skin. Sam shivered in response, squeezing Tara tighter. Humming in response, Tara let her fingertips gently trace the ribs that lie beneath the fabric, feeling how her sister’s heart beat faster at the touch.

“…I love your precious heart,” Tara softly sang back, her fingernails slightly digging into Sam’s skin.

Her big sister wasn’t afraid of pain. Sam wasn’t scared of inflicting it or taking it. There was nothing that threatened Sam Carpenter and nothing that could ever make her stop completing her work.

Tara knew that. But she also knew that Sam was afraid of Tara’s pain. Sam may be invincible in her sense, but she went weak at the knees at the mere thought of Tara getting a paper cut.

A lesser sister would exploit that weakness.

Tara Carpenter wasn’t a lesser sister.

Sam hummed against Tara’s scalp, fingernails gently digging into the skin that lay there. Tara gasped softly but only felt the exhilaration of the pain. It didn’t hurt when it was Sam’s hands on her skin.

Pressing a hasty kiss into the leather, Tara softly sang back, swaying with her sister, the two tangling in and around each other.

“…I was standing,” she hummed.

Sam wiped a smear of blood off Tara’s ear, playfully tugging at the skin. “…You were there.”

One of Tara’s hands held onto Sam’s ribs; her fingernails dug into the skin. The other made its way to Sam’s hip, finding the hilt of the knife stealthily tucked into the waistband of her jeans. Her sister stiffened at the action but slowly relaxed, knowing that Tara was worthy of the weapon that made the sisters better people.

She hummed as she held onto the hilt, tracing the engraved letters Sam had personally written.

Three words Tara knew very well.

“…Two worlds collided.”

The two held their breath in mutual anticipation, feeling the drums pick up, a choral outburst of emotion.

The release. The letting go of the crimes they committed. Forgive each other, forgive their sins, but never forget their mission to cleanse themselves. The bloodstains they washed out lived within them, coating their ribs.

There was blood that pulsed within their veins, keeping them alive. It was also the thing that set them free.

Sam cupped Tara’s face with her hands, staring deep into the eyes that only had their sight set on her. Tara kissed the palm that held her close, grinning at the sweetest devotion within her sister’s eyes. Sam’s hands held her face still, but Tara would never pull away. She would do anything for Sam, just like her sister would do anything for her.

“…And they could never tear us apart,” Sam softly whispered, kissing Tara’s forehead, pressing her love into the skin that was her own.

The two danced in the abandoned warehouse, their feet moving silently across cracked concrete. They stepped over the body they had laid to rest together, letting the music take them home.

[myimaginaryradio]

Never Tear Us Apart - INXS

[ineffableaddiction]

Never Tear Us Apart

🎶Don’t ask me

What you know is true

Don’t have to tell you

I love your precious heart🎵

🎵I - I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart🎶

🎵We could live

For a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I’d make wine from your tears🎶

🎶I told you

That we could fly

‘Cause we all have wings

But some of us don’t know why🎵