Слишком сильно на меня влияет музыка. Особенно ТАКИЕ песни. Никогда бы не подумал, что такой чел может написать такую песню, которая просто рвет мою душу.
читать дальшеWhen I saw your face
I Became a prisoner of your eyes
And I would do most anything
To stay and be with you.
How did we go wrong?
I can't believe it's over
Tell me why it's happening?
Who threw it all away?
Don't you hear me crying?
Take me in your arms again
Don't you hear me crying?
Take me in your arms again
Bring back what I'm living for
You're all I'm thinking of
Take me home to paradise
Give me back your love
No one takes the blame
You and I have wondered
We gave all we could to this
It's time to face the truth
Now we realize
All we had is over
Comes an end to everything
There's nothing left to give
Don't you hear me crying?
Take me in your arms again
Don't you hear me crying?
Take me in your arms again
Bring back what I'm living for
You're all I'm thinking of
Take me home to paradise
Give me back your love
Bring back what I'm living for
You're all I'm thinking of
Take me home to paradise
Give me back your love
Stop the heartache
We can try and start again
End the heart break
A little time - will help to ease the pain
I still see your face
When I close my eyes
If I opened up again
Would you still be here?
Don't you hear me crying?
Take me in your arms again
Don't you hear me crying?
Take me in your arms again
Bring back what I'm living for
You're all I'm thinking of
Take me home to paradise
Give me back your love
Bring back what I'm living for
You're all I'm thinking of
Take me home to paradise
Give me back your love
Вот сейчас под эффектом жестоко загрузил своей философией другана - сейчас он наверное сидит и думает о жизни.
Млин. Как тоскливо.
@музыка:
Halford - Prisoner of Your Eyes
@настроение:
тоска и раздумия
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17.04.2005 в 02:41А я по методу Разьки в такие моменты слушал
Disassociative
I can tell you what they say in space
That our earth is too grey
But when the spirit is so digital
The body acts this way
That world was killing me
That world was killing me
Disassociative
The nervous systems down, the nervous systems down
I know
I can never get out of here
I don't want to just float in fear
A dead astronaut in space
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads, my love
We write our song in space like we are already dead and gone
Your world was killing me
Your world was killing me
Disassociative
Your world was killing me
Your world was killing me
Disassociative
I can never get out of here
I don't want to just float in fear
A dead astronaut in space
The nervous systems down, the nervous systems down...
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17.04.2005 в 02:44Я знаю, я ж спец.
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17.04.2005 в 02:56I Pace, Alone
In A Place For The Dead
Overcome By Woe
And Here, I've Grown
So Fond Of Dread
That I Swear It's Heaven
Oh Sweet Mary,
Dressed In Grief
Roll Back The Stone
With These Words Scrawled In A Severed Hand
Tears Fall Like Shards Of Glass That Band
In Rivers, Like Sinners
Swept With Me To Join The Damned
A Darkened Sky
The Day That Laughter Died
Fell Swiftly Into Night
And Stayed Within Her Sight
Staring At The Knife
Oh God, How Easy Now To Sacrifice
My Life, To Have Her With Me
So Farewell To Distant Thunder
Those Inept Stars I've Worshipped Under
Fall Farther, Their Father
Lies In Wait In Flames Below
Whilst My Love, A Blood Red Flower
Calls To Me From Verdant Bowers
Graveside, I Cry
Please Save Me From This Hell I Know
A Darkened Sky
The Day That Laughter Died
Fell Swiftly Into Night
And'stayed Within Her Sight
Staring At The Knife
Oh God. How Easy Now To Sacrifice
My Life, To Have Her With Me
An Eye For An Eye As Espied In The Bible
My Faith Is Lost To The Burning Of Idols
One Less Cross To Press Upon The Survivai
Of This Lorded Agony
And I (Much As I Have Tried
To Bury Her From Mind
Fate's Tourniquet Was Tied, When She Died...)
Still Sense Her Presence So Divine
Lithe Arms About My Throat
Like Pining Swans Entwined
Footfalls At Nightfall Close To Mine
Suicide Is A Tried And Tested Formula For Release
I Snatch Her Whisper Like The Wind Through Cedars
See Her Face In Every Natural Feature
Midst The Mist And Sleepy Hollows Of Fever...
With Glee Deceiving Me
Suicide Is A Tried And Tested Formula For Release
I Hear Her Voice From Where The Grave Defies
Her Sirensong To Sing Along, No Finer
Suicide Notes, Harmonised In A Minor
Strike A Chord With Misery
No Light Nor Reef
No Unsinkablc Of Romance Keeps Me
Safely From The Stormy Seas
Now Drowning, Resounding
Death-Knells Pound My Dreams
Unthinkable To Dredge Through This
Listless And Lonely Winter Frieze
A Darkened Sky
This Day Hereafter Dies
Falls Swiftly Into Night
And Stays Within My Sight
Staring At The Knife
Oh God, What Ease It Was To Sacrifice
My Life, To Have Her With Me
No More A Victim Of Crusade
Where Souls Are Strung From Moral Palisades
I Slit My Wrists And Quickly Slip Away...
I Journey Now On Jewelled Sands
Beneath A Moon To Summerlands
To Grace Her Lips With Contraband
The Blaze Once In My Veins
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17.04.2005 в 12:03Кстати! Ты дзе был?
и вообще, исчо раз с днем варенья!
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17.04.2005 в 15:42А вот ещё: (жалей, что спросил!
Нимфетамин!
( поёт Он: )
Evanescent like the scent of decay
I was fading from the race
When in despair, my darkest days
Ran amok and forged her face
From the fairest of handmaidens to
A slick perverted wraith
Nymphetamine
Heaving midst narcissus
On a maledict blanket of stars
She was all three wishes
Sex, sex, sex
A lover hung on her death row
I was hooked on her disease
Highly strung like Cupid’s bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shade of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me
Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I’d met another kind
Of rat
In fact
With every rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
Cataracts
Wouldn’t whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide
( Она: )
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A ‘V’’ of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
( Он: )
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
( Она: )
Bared on your tomb
I’m a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
( Он: )
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt
( Она: )
Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance her to the moon
As we did in those golden days
Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb
I’m a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
( Он: )
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine)
None better
Nymphetamine
Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I’d met another kind
Of rat
In fact
With every rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
Cataracts
Wouldn’t whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide...
...И аптимизм тебе обеспечен!
З.Ы. Я был в 10 утра по Москве, был днём, потом - к 00 по Москве, и ночью. Феру ловил)
А то у неё какое то настроение... странное. Мяхкоговоря.
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18.04.2005 в 15:39Ох уж эти вы!
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18.04.2005 в 15:41