Joga.

Joga.










All that no-one sees,
You see,
What's inside of me,
Every nerve that hurts,
You heal,
Deep inside of me, oo-oohh,
You don't have to speak,
I feel.

# Posté le vendredi 14 septembre 2007 15:01

Modifié le vendredi 09 mai 2008 14:26

Cure yourself.

Cure yourself.






"i think it's dark and it looks like rain" you said
"and the wind is blowing like it's the end of the
world" you said "and it's so cold it's like the
cold if you were dead" and then you smiled for
a second.

"i think i'm old and i'm in pain" you said
"and it's all running out like it's the end of the
world" you said "and it's so cold it's like the
cold if you were dead" and then you smiled for
a second

sometimes you make me feel like i'm living at
the edge of the world like i'm living at the edge
of the world "it's just the way i smile" you said

# Posté le vendredi 14 septembre 2007 15:32

Modifié le samedi 03 mai 2008 07:38

DEAD AIR SPACE

Tea Break


Have a break!

DEAD AIR SPACE

# Posté le vendredi 21 septembre 2007 14:59

Modifié le samedi 03 mai 2008 07:40

"I hold my hands up : I'm believing in Joy Division, FUCKIN' HALLELUJAH!"


Where will it end? where will it end?
Where will it end? where will it end?




"I hold my hands up : I'm believing in Joy Division, FUCKIN' HALLELUJAH!"

# Posté le dimanche 23 septembre 2007 15:08

Modifié le mardi 07 octobre 2008 12:18

Heart and soul, one will burn.Heart and soul, one will burn.

Heart and soul, one will burn.Heart and soul, one will burn.
Instincts that can still betray us,
A journey that leads to the sun,
Soulless and bent on destruction,
A struggle between right and wrong.
You take my place in the showdown,
I'll observe witha pitiful eye,
I'll humbly ask for forgiveness,
A request well beyond you and I.




An abyss that laughs at creation,
A circus complete with all fools,
Foundations that lasted the ages,
Then ripped apart at their roots.
Beyond all this good is the terror,
The grip of a mercenary hand,
When savagery turns all good reason,
There's no turning back, no last stand.






Existence well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can.


The past is now part of my future,
The present is well out of hand.
The present is well out of hand.

# Posté le dimanche 23 septembre 2007 15:29

Modifié le samedi 03 mai 2008 07:36