I cannot turn my life unto you.
What must I do?
A storm of ebony hair.
A hail of wickedness.
Handsome as a God — wild and shameless.
Given the prize of beauty.
Image of wretchedness.
Divine like no other.
Kiss the poison breast.
Flamed like the sun.
Lives made undone.
Words soft as snow.
Souls claimed and won.
An opiate drugged haze.
Beds of shapeless dust.
Cries all night.
Dreams of filthy lust.
Lair of hopelessness.
Mires of sorrow.
Never falls.
Our lives are borrowed.
...
Hold fast my soul.
She waits for me in my dreams — every night misery brings.
Haunts my day, haunts my wake.
Oh my Lord, can't you feel her grow inside of me?
Tearing my mind?
For once, my Lord, please help me believe in You.
She claims the day in her name.
Over you and over me.
We dare to be ourselves next to her and all her war.
She comes our way and takes the day from my hands,
it is her way.
Truly my hope will perish within her.
Truly, as always, I cannot forgive her.
Cruelly, she keeps me near to her.
Forever to this day.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
In the end is the prize of beauty.
Sempre a odiaste, pois pensavas que não, mas a música eras tu.
Recomendo a versão original, visto que a do clip tem alguns cortes que tiram demasiada profundidade ao tema. Tipo o fim da música, que no clip é inexistente.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Cinismo Lostiano
Já foi há algum tempo, mas foi a primeira vez que usei os números.
Um pouco cínico.
Um pouco cínico.
Tirando o 16 com o 21 foi tudo ao lado.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Full circle.
Sitting on the shelf she is just a toy, but I turn her on and she comes to life! Automatic joy — that is why I want a coin operated girl.
Made of plastic and elastic, she is rugged and long-lasting. Who could ever ask for more? Love without complications galore.
Many shapes and weights to choose from. I will never leave my bedroom. I will never cry at night again. Wrap my arms around her and pretend—
All the other real ones that I destroy cannot hold a candle to my new girl, and I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone, and I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone.
Not with my coin operated girl.
This bridge was written to make you feel smittener, with my sad picture of boy getting bitterer. Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy?
...
I didn't think so... but I'm still convinceable.
Will you persist even after I bet you all the money in the world that I'll never love you?
And will you persist even after I kiss you goodbye for the last time?
Will you keep on trying to prove it?
I'm dying to lose it. I'm losing my confidence.
I want it. I want it. I want it. I want it. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want a—
coin operated girl.
And if I had a star to wish on for my life I can't imagine. Any flesh and blood could be her match. I can even take her in the bath.
She may not be real experienced with boys but I know she feels like a girl should feel. Isn't that the point?
That is why I want a coin operated girl, with a pretty coin operated voice, saying that she loves me. That she's thinking of me. Straight and to the point.
That is why I want a coin operated girl.
Made of plastic and elastic, she is rugged and long-lasting. Who could ever ask for more? Love without complications galore.
Many shapes and weights to choose from. I will never leave my bedroom. I will never cry at night again. Wrap my arms around her and pretend—
All the other real ones that I destroy cannot hold a candle to my new girl, and I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone, and I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone. I'll never let her go and I'll never be alone.
Not with my coin operated girl.
This bridge was written to make you feel smittener, with my sad picture of boy getting bitterer. Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy?
...
I didn't think so... but I'm still convinceable.
Will you persist even after I bet you all the money in the world that I'll never love you?
And will you persist even after I kiss you goodbye for the last time?
Will you keep on trying to prove it?
I'm dying to lose it. I'm losing my confidence.
I want it. I want it. I want it. I want it. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want you. I want a—
coin operated girl.
And if I had a star to wish on for my life I can't imagine. Any flesh and blood could be her match. I can even take her in the bath.
She may not be real experienced with boys but I know she feels like a girl should feel. Isn't that the point?
That is why I want a coin operated girl, with a pretty coin operated voice, saying that she loves me. That she's thinking of me. Straight and to the point.
That is why I want a coin operated girl.
I'm such a fucking moronic idiot.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Há coisas incríveis.
Recentemente, a BBC fez com que um adolescente de 13 anos usasse durante alguns dias o primeiro modelo do Walkman em vez do habitual iPod. Foram precisos três dias para que o jovem descobrisse que a cassete tinha dois lados.
Já agora.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The silent wave.
Come back you silent hour, so we could die again—
by night that washed away the pain that comes here to remain.
By blood red dawn we'll leave this killing emptiness, and ever to bring death and grief to me — to wander with our grief. A void in blackness will remain to keep a secret dream. Don't bother the enchanted flame just drawn in pain; again. I long to burn, I long to mourn. Forever we'll remain. To die again, with sweetest pain.
To stay away by grey—
by grey long shadows on a grave.
To watch the mortals die. To be eternal silent slaves of death.
To meet again.
To die in vain.
by night that washed away the pain that comes here to remain.
By blood red dawn we'll leave this killing emptiness, and ever to bring death and grief to me — to wander with our grief. A void in blackness will remain to keep a secret dream. Don't bother the enchanted flame just drawn in pain; again. I long to burn, I long to mourn. Forever we'll remain. To die again, with sweetest pain.
To stay away by grey—
by grey long shadows on a grave.
To watch the mortals die. To be eternal silent slaves of death.
To meet again.
To die in vain.
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