martedì 16 marzo 2010
sabato 27 febbraio 2010
Nofx d: (u)

Want to fuck off, drop out
never trust a fuckin' hippie
for that matter don't trust anyone
Quit school, don't work
livin' up the music you punk
if i could do it so could anyone
Drugs are good
they make you do things that you know you not should
and when you do them people think that you're cool
and when you do them people think that you're cool
Want to join a punk band
shave your head and get a tattoo
you don't need talent just the attitude
Self destruction
for no particular reason beat up everyone
Drugs are neat
and you can buy them relatively cheap
and when you do them people think that you're cool
martedì 9 febbraio 2010
o no duele ser consciente de quien sos?
These white pills aren't kind
I miss the grinding concrete where we sat past 8 or 9
And slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights
I've given a lot of thought to the nights we use to have
The days have come and gone
Our lives went by so fast
I faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor
Where I laid and told you, but you swear you loved me more
Do you care if I don't know what to say?
Will you sleep tonight? Will you think of me?
Will I shake this off, pretend its all okay?
That there's someone out there who feels just like me?
Those notes you wrote me, I've kept them all
I've given a lot of thought on how to write you back this fall
With every single letter in every single word
There will be a hidden message, about a boy that
loves a girl
Do you care if I don't know what to say?
Will you sleep tonight? Will you think of me?
Will I shake this off, pretend its all okay?
That there's someone out there who feels just like me?
giovedì 4 febbraio 2010
Alove like this can never truly die ¬
The depths of a mans soul can not be measured in a manor of meters
and fathoms; but rather, it is in my opinion, only quantified by his
proximity to heaven and hell. It was in such a state I ushered myself
passed the town tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds laughter
and drunken piano playing. Had it only been a different night, a
different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub (I get lost)
The events that transpired there would never have even begun to be grasped by the feat.
I could only ask if anyone outside that place had a clue when the exclamations of mirth
became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives (get lost some again)
lunedì 25 gennaio 2010
Tell A Story
Her body teases me as the sun reveals the dawn.
The smell of blood still crawls, I kiss you softly goodbye.
Baby, lay in my arms and cuddle me close.
Soon this will be just an awful memory...
Will I ever be able to sleep again?
My angel lie to me and tell me I'm dreaming.
(please wake me up, please wake me).
A girl like you will always be such a tragic part of me.
I watch the blood drip from the corners of your mouth.Your icy flesh is lying, your pallid skin still glows.
I'm starting to believe what my eyes are seeing now.
You're still so beautiful and yet so morbidly still.
Baby, lay in my arms and cuddle me close.
Soon this will be just an awful memory...
Will I ever be able to sleep again?
The mirror says it all, a crimson story of innocence lost.
Empty eyes accuse a face so evil, I'm coming undone.
What have I done to her?
My stomach heaves as I see the blood that covers me.Blood that was once hers.
I'm a monster!... Such an awful memory... Will I ever be able to sleep again?
Sweet revenge... I will pay, I will pay my dear
do you not see what they see?
a mirror never lies
i see what they see
everybody knows, everybody knows
