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S T - 16 oxy-tunnel 2013..
weird geometry... maybe :)
watashi wa anata o aishite
walk tall, baby...  walk tall
why whittle waxless-wish?



sub-entry: wade

clipped on ear
peeping-mind
seeking-a-find

spider-dreams
wade in depth
lance that line
dodging hope

open 'em wings
feel life coming

and shock..

eden sports a fetish
you won't a-believe
what it really is... !

hold on, lover...
yeah, hold on :)
Colours, all fading
Dreams, all dead
Or dying
Lives, all forsaken to life
Hand in hand,
We march
To meet our aimless destiny,
And our barren illusions.

Hearts racing,
Blood pumping,
Eyes gleaming,
We know we're dead
But, still,
We march.

Let fly the gates of hell,
For we come
As one,
Crippled, blind,
Deaf and mute
To our bright,
And glorious death.

We know it waits for us,
But yet,
So knowing,
We pick up breath
And run to you.
Take us, Death,
Make us great
So we may be forgotten sooner
So our page might be written better
So that, in death, we will live.
We march.
Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he'll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow


You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself


Don't get my sympathy
Hanging out the 15th floor
You've changed the locks three times
He still comes reeling through the door
One day I'll get you
And teach you how to get to purest hell

You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself.. yourself.. yourself..




Writer(s): Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Edward Yorke, Philip James Selway, Edward John O'brien, Colin Charles Greenwood
Copyright: Warner/Chappell Music Ltd.




ST - 10 ocky-tocky 2013
yeah.. well.




in this cool vid, I scratch my head - HARD - and do wonder what that man tells them.. what can be so devastating..?

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=R5X7HKxpiQA&desktop;_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DR5X7HKxpiQA
Trippin' the broadcast, let the pulse kick.
Can't stop the signal baby, so listen in.

Looking a lone wolf in the I, teardrop crystalline;
Glimmering with mysticism, shivering and high.
The oculus collapsed.
Starting from dusk I can feel the buzz,
I'd steal that atmosphere for all of us.

When it's dark and the great lamps are alight
I become like a child again,
Staring up in wonder at the shining light,
The amazed gaze of a curious mind
pondering the life that's left in tonight.

Perpetual longing keeps me going;
Longing for venture, ventures I praise
that drive my mind. That longing set forth

in this nocturne of perpetuity versus time.

How many thoughts like these have I left
wandering the matrix
locked within my head?

There is so much that will remain unsaid.
Another entry/entity in the records of memory,
Eternity isn't enough to satisfy me.
Listen to us, immersed in life:
Feel sensation (wipe away strife),
Know experience (and never desensitize).

Let the breeze amble by
touching clothes, flowing robes drifting over
soft air so quiet. Hold it there.

In the name of the wind
that brushes against our face,
Close contact on delicate skin, so
boldly tempting fate;
The words remained traced in the air:

-ALL ALPHA ALBEITT ACE.

Emulsified by dark days,
I used the memories to stay awake.
Keep it clean they say,
But my soul had been stained;
The senses had strayed too far away.

Bent to the will of the chems
they had been rendered slaves;
Surreality does slyly misbehave.

Draw simple oxygen into your being
as an empyreal tidal wave rises again;
The air around me speaks psychedelic zen.
Refresh
Light in color,
Mild in scent.
A fragile flower
is what he sent.
A shade of purple
that I've always liked.
His heart so humble
makes mine smile wide.
A sign wished for
and granted now
by this unknown author
and a lad's avow
This flower of faithfulness
will never wither,
and affection changeless
will last forever.
Wishing...
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