Cats foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoias poison door.
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Blood rack barbed wire
Polititians funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Death seed blind mans greed
Poets starving children bleed
Nothing hes got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.
lunes, 15 de diciembre de 2008
King Crimson - Epitaph
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow Ill be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying.
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow Ill be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying.
viernes, 12 de diciembre de 2008
Beck - Missing
I prayed heaven today
Would bring its hammer down on me
And pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it
I dragged all that I owned
Down a dirt road to find you
My shoes worn out and used
They can't take me much farther
Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
The sun burned a hole in my roof
I can't seem to fix it
I hope the rain doesn't come
And wash me down the gutter
She rides in a car like a queen on a card
And the guns of her mind aim a line
Straight at mine to a heart that was broke
Tried to feel but got choked in the smoke of a desert
A beach with no treasure
A night that's so blue
Feed the aching in you and the background
Birds take a flight from the earth
Where the bonfire burns and the night
Current turns on a lifeboat floating
Down a river of sleep
I can't see her hollow eyes
I'm walkin along with my boots full of rocks
I can't believe these tears were mine
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Something always takes the place of
Missing pieces you can take and put
Together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always missing always
Someone missing something
miércoles, 10 de diciembre de 2008
To Forgive - The Smashing Pumpkins
Ten times removed
I forget about where it all began
bastard son of a bastard son of
a wild eyed child of the sun
and right as rain, I'm not the same but
I feel the same, I feel nothing
holding back the fool again
holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
holding back the fool again
I sensed my loss
before I even learned to talk
and I remember my birthdays
empty party afternoons won't come back
holding back the fool again
holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
holding back the fool again
I forget to forget me
I forget to forget you see
nothing is important to me
I knew my loss
before I even learned to speak
and all along, I knew it was wrong
but I played along, with my birthday song
holding back the fool again
holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
holding back the fool again
I forget about where it all began
bastard son of a bastard son of
a wild eyed child of the sun
and right as rain, I'm not the same but
I feel the same, I feel nothing
holding back the fool again
holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
holding back the fool again
I sensed my loss
before I even learned to talk
and I remember my birthdays
empty party afternoons won't come back
holding back the fool again
holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
holding back the fool again
I forget to forget me
I forget to forget you see
nothing is important to me
I knew my loss
before I even learned to speak
and all along, I knew it was wrong
but I played along, with my birthday song
holding back the fool again
holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
holding back the fool again
martes, 2 de diciembre de 2008
Lope
What Does Art Mean?
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7:30 AM Monday
"At 7: 30 Monday morning, Dave looked around and realized he was ordinary"
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5:30 PM Tuesday
"The next day 5: 30 Tuesday afternoon, Dave realized he was alone"
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A Faceless Cubicle Worker Attains Enlightenment
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7:30 AM Monday
"At 7: 30 Monday morning, Dave looked around and realized he was ordinary"
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5:30 PM Tuesday
"The next day 5: 30 Tuesday afternoon, Dave realized he was alone"
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A Faceless Cubicle Worker Attains Enlightenment
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