Δευτέρα, 25 Μαρτίου 2013

lets just go from place to place

 

Clam of Xymox  ''Stranger''

No one feeling
we are stranger
when I looked into your eyes
when I looked into your eyes
stranger
the thought to talk
they walk the talk
so lets just go from place to place
and as long as we don't talk from face to face
the stranger
stranger
stranger

Τετάρτη, 20 Μαρτίου 2013

this time is not anything, it's nothing

Lycia ''Ionia''
From Album: Ionia (1991)

Ionia
deep in this haze, I see her face
she creeps to me, she begs for me
I can not go, not this again
I'm much too weak, I'm conquered
and then I feel myself decline
in the grip of ionia
and then I see myself resign
to the lust for Ionia
and then she takes me down, down, down
and then she keeps me down, down, down
and then she speaks of love, love, love
love, love as misery (as I lose control)
she clings to me, she won't let go
and then she takes this all away
she's tainted me, I'm nothing now
I'm so obscure, I'm conquered
and then I feel myself decline
in the grip of Ionia
and then I see myself resign
to the lust for Ionia
of Ionia, oh Ionia, oh Ionia, oh Ionia
this time is not anything, it's nothing
oh Ionia I swear, that you will haunt me
and I'll never know why I resign all the time
and I reach straight for nothing
oh Ionia I swear, in an instant you're lonely
and just like all the time you will throw this aside
and you'll move on to nothing
oh Ionia I see, through the haze she is fading
oh Ionia I see, as I lose control again 

Σάββατο, 9 Μαρτίου 2013

my favorite sad story



Rozz Williams - Flowers

 This is my favourite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of
sometimes I just can't face myself
This is my favorite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I guess I'll tuck myself away tonight,
you know it's been one of those days.

Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower
hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.

Well a stem is not a rose,
but that's how my garden grows.
I can't see the forest for the trees,
the stinking poison for disease
Now it's all shot to hell and back again.
I seek redemption for the
same old sins and I fall on my knees,
And I pray that all the poppies they
they will just fade away.
But fields of poppies they remain.
That's how they found me last time, dead

This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of,
sometimes I just won't face myself.
This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or I'll forget myself
I guess I'll just tuck myself away tonight
you know its been one of those days.

Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower,
hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown,
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.

Irises lay in spring mud,
where lovers drown each other's sorrows,
Where lovers dream about tomorrows.
As for me I drown another kind as
sadness runs course through my veins.
Posie wreaths they crown me.
My heart, My heart
I should just fade away, fade away
Like a flower...

Παρασκευή, 8 Μαρτίου 2013

give me this day




Give me this day...

I have the faith

(...this day)

is this love ?

(...this day)

(...this day)

hold my hand

(...this day)

bleed for me

give me...this day

(...this day)
Give me this day...

I have the faith

is this love ?

hold my hand

bleed for me

(this day)

give me... this day

Κυριακή, 3 Μαρτίου 2013

Mυστικά


Pink Floyd - A Saucerful of Secrets

 ''A Saucerful of Secrets is, according to bass player Roger Waters, about a battle. The first part, "Something Else", represents the setup of the battle. "Syncopated Pandemonium" represents the actual battle. "Storm Signal" represents the view of the dead after the battle has ended, and "Celestial Voices" represents the mourning of the dead.''

Παρασκευή, 1 Μαρτίου 2013

πριν γίνουμε σοφοί και δυστυχισμένοι

''Δεν υπάρχουν πολλοί που να έχουν συνειδητοποιήσει ότι οι ιστορίες και τα οράματα της νιότης τους μπορούν να τους οδηγήσουν στο θαύμα. Σαν παιδιά ακούμε, ονειρευόμαστε και κάνουμε συγκεχυμένες σκέψεις, όταν όμως, μεγάλοι πια, προσπαθήσουμε να ξαναθυμηθούμε, είναι αργά. Το δηλητήριο και η πεζότητα της καθημερινής ζωής μας έχουν αποχαυνώσει. Μερικοί από μας ωστόσο ξυπνούν τη νύχτα από παράξενα οράματα.

Και τότε καταλαβαίνουμε οτι ρίξαμε μια ματιά πέρα από τις φιλντισένιες πύλες, στο θαυμαστό κόσμο που ήταν δικός μας πριν γίνουμε σοφοί και δυστυχισμένοι''

H.P.Lovecraft ''Σελεφαϊς''
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