haven't updated this shit in ages.
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and it'll stay that way for a few more days.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Ghost Love Score - Nightwish
We used to swim the same moonlight waters
Oceans away from the wakeful day
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I'll bleed forever
Scent of the sea before the waking of the world
Brings me to thee
Into the blue memory
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I'll bleed forever
Into the blue memory
A siren from the deep came to me
Sang my name my longing
Still I write my songs about that dream of mine
Worth everything I may ever be
The Child will be born again
That siren carried him to me
First of them true loves
Singing on the shoulders of an angel
Without care for love n` loss
Bring me home or leave me be
My love in the dark heart of the night
I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me
Take me
Cure me
Kill me
Bring me home
Every way
Every day
Just another loop in the hangman`s noose
Take me, cure me, kill me, bring me home
Every way, every day
I keep on watching us sleep
Relive the old sin of Adam and Eve
Of you and me
Forgive the adoring beast
Redeem me into childhood
Show me myself without the shell
Like the advent of May
I`ll be there when you say
Time to never hold our love
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
You were the one to cut me
So I will bleed forever
Oceans away from the wakeful day
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I'll bleed forever
Scent of the sea before the waking of the world
Brings me to thee
Into the blue memory
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I'll bleed forever
Into the blue memory
A siren from the deep came to me
Sang my name my longing
Still I write my songs about that dream of mine
Worth everything I may ever be
The Child will be born again
That siren carried him to me
First of them true loves
Singing on the shoulders of an angel
Without care for love n` loss
Bring me home or leave me be
My love in the dark heart of the night
I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me
Take me
Cure me
Kill me
Bring me home
Every way
Every day
Just another loop in the hangman`s noose
Take me, cure me, kill me, bring me home
Every way, every day
I keep on watching us sleep
Relive the old sin of Adam and Eve
Of you and me
Forgive the adoring beast
Redeem me into childhood
Show me myself without the shell
Like the advent of May
I`ll be there when you say
Time to never hold our love
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
You were the one to cut me
So I will bleed forever
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
I Drive the Hearse
When this freedom stains my coat
With the winter in my throat
When I'm lost I dig the dirt
When I fall I drive the hearse
And silence is another way of saying what I want to say
And lying is another way of hoping it will go away
And you were always my mistake
With the winter in my throat
When I'm lost I dig the dirt
When I fall I drive the hearse
And silence is another way of saying what I want to say
And lying is another way of hoping it will go away
And you were always my mistake
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Devour to Survive, so it is, so it's always been
Hello.
If you're reading this, I'm sort of relieved yet I'd rather you didn't. So just stop. scroll to the end of the page, click on a link to take you away from here. Bye.
Still here? I'm warning you, It's going to be incredibly angsty.
Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile, so impersonal. Devour to survive.
So it is. So it's always been.
Yes. Better you than I.
Death, destruction, disease, war, famine, plague... Entertainment. It's like blood to a vampire. Feed on the tragedy. Even this communique is part paraphrase from a song. Media media. Bone & Stone.
It's half an hour to midnight and I want to hit something.
I'll kill, I'll kill for that feeling once again
What's left to right of the wrongs?
Let it all burn.
If you're reading this, I'm sort of relieved yet I'd rather you didn't. So just stop. scroll to the end of the page, click on a link to take you away from here. Bye.
Still here? I'm warning you, It's going to be incredibly angsty.
Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile, so impersonal. Devour to survive.
So it is. So it's always been.
Yes. Better you than I.
Death, destruction, disease, war, famine, plague... Entertainment. It's like blood to a vampire. Feed on the tragedy. Even this communique is part paraphrase from a song. Media media. Bone & Stone.
It's half an hour to midnight and I want to hit something.
I'll kill, I'll kill for that feeling once again
What's left to right of the wrongs?
Let it all burn.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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