O am de la Ea . Mi-a placut.
“Folosind numele cantecelor unui singur artist (sau unei singure trupe) raspundeti la intrebarile de ma’ jos. Nu puteti sa folositi cantaretul/trupa folosit/a de mine si ar fi de preferat sa incercati sa nu repetati cantecele…”
Pick Your Artist:
Are you a male or female?
Beauty of the Beast
How do you feel?
Dead to the world
Describe where you currently live:
Over the hills and far away.
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Your favorite form of transportation:
Walking in the air.
Your best friend?
You and your best friend are:
Two for tragedy.
What’s the weather like?
Favorite time of day:
If your life was a TV show what would it be called?
End of all hope
What is life to you?
Higher than hope.
While you’re lips are still red.
Master passion greed.
What is the best advice you have to give?
Bless the child.
Thought for the day:
I wish I had an angel.
Angels fall first.
Se pare ca in sfarsit, dupa 4 ani de rugaminti, o sa ajung si eu la Bucuresti. Sa vedem cum o fi. Momentan, trebuie sa lucrez in draci. Asa ca o melodie visatoare, si chef de munca sa fie 🙂
Am vazut sambata un film minunat. La prima vedere, nu-mi promitea multe, dar avand cea mai buna recomandare, nu am ezitat si m-am uitat. Si…am ramas mai mult decat placut impresionata. Este printre cele mai bune filme pe care le-am vazut. E atat de bun incat te napadesc si amintiri pe care nu le ai:)).
Il recomand cu caldura.
Bai, deci foarte tare videoclipul asta. Mai ales cand il asculti fara sa-ti dai seama ca ai boxele la maxim, si esti concentrat pe cu totul altceva. Deci da. Faceti ca mine, va rog. Efect garantat :))
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
Me and my mother and father, and a grandmother and a grandfather. were driving through the
desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just — I don’t
know what happened — but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death.
So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear. I musta’ been about four — like
a child is like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man. The reaction I get now thinking
about it, looking back — is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians… maybe one or two
of ‘em… were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they’re still there.
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
Have you been born yet
& are you alive?
Let’s reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
and perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
We live, we die
and death not ends it
I touched her thigh
and death smiled
We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
give us an hour for magic
I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven’s
I will not go
But for a
feast of Friends
To the Giant family
The program for this evening
is not new. You have seen
This entertainment through and through.
You’ve seen your birth, your
life and death; you might recall
all of the rest — (did you
have a good world when you
died?) — enough to base
a movie on?
They’re making a joke of our universe
Let’s swim to the moon, uh huh
Let’s climb through the tide
Penetrate the evenin’
that the City sleeps to hide
Do you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prisions
With’in a jail
With’in a gaol
With’in a white free protestant maelstrom
We’re perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death on the end of a candle
We’re trying for something that’s already found us.