miércoles, 26 de diciembre de 2007

Uphill




We are alone in the world
We must do what we feel we should
We are told what is right
Need hurts within us
We can see sense
We can feel what feels right
And so often
All these things are not at all the same
They're not at all the same
H

domingo, 9 de diciembre de 2007

viernes, 7 de diciembre de 2007

Tesla




Then he starts to play.
Suddenly the pain slowly fades away.
Tattered, torn and frayed,
There's a place within his heart
He'll always save for the song and emotion.
Know he's got to his dyin' day.
Song and emotion.
You can hear him play.
You can still hear him say,
Better run for cover 'cause it looks like rain again!

[Tesla; Song & Emotion]

domingo, 2 de diciembre de 2007

Time of the Season

I cant get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perahaps its just my imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
Its time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least theres pretty lights
And though theres little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

[Men At Work - Overkill]

lunes, 26 de noviembre de 2007

jueves, 18 de octubre de 2007

Blinded by the light




I smile at the misplaced faces
Trying to convince myself
All the answers lye with me

I look at my broken picture
Find it so hard to believe
As now the past comes back to haunt me
It’s alright I’m alright


I just need to believe I’m not afraid anymore
I will feel my way back
Lay your hands on me

Wish I hadn’t been so vain
Been and gone and thrown away
Regrets I keep
The blame I give to me

It’s alright I’m alright
I just need to believe I’m not afraid anymore
I will feel my way back

Lay your hands on me

Here’s the point I raise blame
And discipline the fool inside my head
Where nothings fair and no one there
To honour all mistakes I’ve made
And looking through my own debris
I see nothing but me and more of me


It’s so distressing all the blessing
Never seems to fall on me.
The pictures framed to form an edge


The truth it lies within the heart
It’s funny how we live this life and
Never seem to live enough


I won’t be true Cause I can’t seem to
It’s only just a state of mind that
Time and time and time and time again
It changes, I swallow


What I want to say I’m broken up
I cannot breath I cannot be I need I need to
All in all and every time I follow you
I see it out; see it out of blind eyes

Ray Wilson; The Actor

jueves, 30 de agosto de 2007




Everybody knows but me when you go where you shouldn't be
Everybody knows but me where you go when you're feeling free
Everybody knows but me
So you go there for a laugh You just go to take photographs
To believe that, I'd be daft but yes I think you go for a laugh and you say...
Magnetic Fields

miércoles, 1 de agosto de 2007

Strange Currencies




Don't fill out any forms
Don't compensate
Don't cower
Don't crawl
Don't come around late
Don't hover at the gate

Don't take it on board
Don't fall on your sword
Just play another chord
If you feel you're getting bored
I feel numb
I feel numb
Too much is not enough

U2

jueves, 26 de julio de 2007

One by one, you watch'em fall...



Peter Gabriel. The Drop. Sad magic.

lunes, 9 de julio de 2007

The art of none




A room is full of jazz, but the conscious doesn't help. (Un)funny how it is that what, in the end, works.

viernes, 6 de julio de 2007

Little Empire



All of my sins are attempts to fill the voids
All of my voids they are filled with sin
All of my demons they are kept within
And all my violence it does not exist

My little empire
I'm happy being sad
My little empire
I'm fucked with being fucked
My little empire
I'm done with being dumb
My little empire
I'm happy being sad


Manic Street Preachers

sábado, 23 de junio de 2007

viernes, 22 de junio de 2007

lunes, 18 de junio de 2007

Way too much




Looking at it, not seeing it

Looking at it, not seeing it

The open windows
Let in the spring air today
And the birds sing their thankfully happy, brainless song
But the silence here finds a way to stay
Some kind of explosion
God, if you hear me
Throw me a line or strike me down
Do you refuse even to accuse
C'mon, do your worst
But lift this curse

Hogarth, House

jueves, 14 de junio de 2007