Fear
And panic in the air
I want to be free
From desolation and despair
And I feel
Like everything I saw
Is being swept away
When I refuse to let you go
I can't get it right
Get it right
Since I met you
Loneliness be over
When will this loneliness be over?
Life
Will flash before my eyes
So scattered and lost
I want to touch the other side
And no one
Thinks they are to blame
Why can't we see
That when we bleed we bleed the same?
I can't get it right
Get it right
Since I met you
Loneliness be over
When will this Loneliness be over?
Loneliness be over
When will this Loneliness be over?
Friday, January 29, 2010
Bloc Party - Like Eating Glass
It's so cold in this house
Open mouth swallowing us
The children staying home from school
Will not stop crying
And I know that you're busy too
I know that you care
You got your finger on the pulse
You got your eyes everywhere
And it hurts all the time when you don't return my calls
And you haven't got the time to remember how it was
It's so cold in this house
It's so cold in this house
I can't eat, I can't sleep
I can't sleep, I can't dream
An aversion to light
Got a fear of the ocean
Like drinking poison, like eating glass
It's so cold in this house
Come and show me how it was
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the walls again
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the furniture
We've got crosses on our eyes
For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse
We've got crosses on our eyes
We've been walking into the furniture
Open mouth swallowing us
The children staying home from school
Will not stop crying
And I know that you're busy too
I know that you care
You got your finger on the pulse
You got your eyes everywhere
And it hurts all the time when you don't return my calls
And you haven't got the time to remember how it was
It's so cold in this house
It's so cold in this house
I can't eat, I can't sleep
I can't sleep, I can't dream
An aversion to light
Got a fear of the ocean
Like drinking poison, like eating glass
It's so cold in this house
Come and show me how it was
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the walls again
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the furniture
We've got crosses on our eyes
For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse
We've got crosses on our eyes
We've been walking into the furniture
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Omifuhkingaa!
The lamb’s head had human features on – the eyes, the nose and the mouth – only the ears were those of a sheep. Read more here.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
"It's just the same as when Rosa Parks decided to sit at the front (of the bus) instead of the back. She was proclaiming her rights as a disadvantaged, African-American older woman. And I'm doing the same...This actually isn't about selling my body. This is about changing social norms."
Marcus, Shady Lady Ranch, Nevada
Marcus, Shady Lady Ranch, Nevada
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Fucking Femmes, just when I needed you most!
I need someone, a person to talk to
Someone who'd care, to love
Could it be you? Could it be you?
Situation gets rough, then I start to panic
It's not enough, it's just a habit
Hey kid you're sick
Well darling, this is it
You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
Yeah, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
Do it all the time
I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record
Oh yeah?
Well don't get so distressed;
Did I happen to mention that I'm impressed?
I take 1, 1, 1 cuz you left me and
2, 2, 2 for my family and
3, 3, 3 for my heartache and
4, 4, 4 for my headaches! and
5, 5, 5 for my lonely and
6, 6, 6 for my sorrow and
7, 7 for nonono tomorrow and
8, 8 I forget what 8 was for! and
9, 9, 9 for a lost god and
10, 10, 10, 10 for everything
everything everything everything
You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
Yeah, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
Do it all the time
Cat box changing, ipod is playing alot of the violent femmes. I am starting to remember who I used to be and trying to get back to that.
Someone who'd care, to love
Could it be you? Could it be you?
Situation gets rough, then I start to panic
It's not enough, it's just a habit
Hey kid you're sick
Well darling, this is it
You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
Yeah, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
Do it all the time
I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record
Oh yeah?
Well don't get so distressed;
Did I happen to mention that I'm impressed?
I take 1, 1, 1 cuz you left me and
2, 2, 2 for my family and
3, 3, 3 for my heartache and
4, 4, 4 for my headaches! and
5, 5, 5 for my lonely and
6, 6, 6 for my sorrow and
7, 7 for nonono tomorrow and
8, 8 I forget what 8 was for! and
9, 9, 9 for a lost god and
10, 10, 10, 10 for everything
everything everything everything
You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
Yeah, they do it all the time
[Yeah yeah]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
[Do it all the time]
They do it all the time
Do it all the time
Cat box changing, ipod is playing alot of the violent femmes. I am starting to remember who I used to be and trying to get back to that.
This game needs to be made right now! I like L4D, but this seems like a slower feeling of dread, I like the pacing in this. I have had that slow burn in L4D but it always ramps up so quickly especially in part 2, which is what I also love about those games. But I could definitely use an RPG type zombie game. I spent alot of time with Fallout 3 and love that game but every now and then couldnt help but imagine a post apocalyptic zombie thing. Keep all the game play (even vats) but reskin the entire thing so instead of the 50's/sci-fi slant go with a zombie outbreak and the world breaking down that way, not the bomb. Let us play through the outbreak, all the best zombie films show you the beginning and I would love to play that. If Division 9 had a strong rpg, base/character building backbone I could play it forever. Let me live through World War Z in good video game form and I will be your best friend.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Colour Revolt - Mattresses Underwater
There are places
Some of us can't face yet
And even though we see it
We just swear God's sleeping
So we say
"Ash to ash, dust to dust,
We're all gonna die so we have to
trust in something"
But it's probably nothing
There's gotta be something
Now we mean it in our homes where we're sleeping
We call it mattresses underwater but the gutters are seeping
So we say
"Ask and ask and we'll return
The same favors till its our own turn"
We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn,
Another forty years for you
And yours to learn
Love was made like a ship at bay, never to see waves
We'll probably all crash anyway
When we see it we don't believe it
We've got our faces made for smiling, but we are weeping
We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn
Another forty years for you and yours to learn
You say, "all you ever talk about is dying and it's getting so old"
And we say, "love was made
Like some book or a page just ripped out but never read anyway"
And you say "love was made like a ship at bay never to see waves"
We should probably get used to it, but we don't
Now I see it...
She's got her hands in her pockets and she's walking around
She's got a face made for smiling but she's making a frown
She says, "all you ever talk about is letting us down
If you ever see me dying, just put me in the ground"
Some of us can't face yet
And even though we see it
We just swear God's sleeping
So we say
"Ash to ash, dust to dust,
We're all gonna die so we have to
trust in something"
But it's probably nothing
There's gotta be something
Now we mean it in our homes where we're sleeping
We call it mattresses underwater but the gutters are seeping
So we say
"Ask and ask and we'll return
The same favors till its our own turn"
We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn,
Another forty years for you
And yours to learn
Love was made like a ship at bay, never to see waves
We'll probably all crash anyway
When we see it we don't believe it
We've got our faces made for smiling, but we are weeping
We got ash in our pockets and dust in the urn
Another forty years for you and yours to learn
You say, "all you ever talk about is dying and it's getting so old"
And we say, "love was made
Like some book or a page just ripped out but never read anyway"
And you say "love was made like a ship at bay never to see waves"
We should probably get used to it, but we don't
Now I see it...
She's got her hands in her pockets and she's walking around
She's got a face made for smiling but she's making a frown
She says, "all you ever talk about is letting us down
If you ever see me dying, just put me in the ground"
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Paper Rival - Alabama
this white trash sunset
no exit off of this freeway
this southern climate
humid kill vultures meal freeway
my redneck mistress
victory for those who leave this freeway
trailer suburbia
prison cell, part of hell freeway
state where fast is always slow
so the wind cant ever blow
hopelessly yours alabama
void of beauty for miles
three tooth smile, change the dial freeway
abandoned autos
one bedroom home for the drunk and stoned freeway
nothing ever sits just right
we'll escape this place tonight
hopelessly yours alabama
hopelessly yours alabama
hopelessly yours alabama
no exit off of this freeway
this southern climate
humid kill vultures meal freeway
my redneck mistress
victory for those who leave this freeway
trailer suburbia
prison cell, part of hell freeway
state where fast is always slow
so the wind cant ever blow
hopelessly yours alabama
void of beauty for miles
three tooth smile, change the dial freeway
abandoned autos
one bedroom home for the drunk and stoned freeway
nothing ever sits just right
we'll escape this place tonight
hopelessly yours alabama
hopelessly yours alabama
hopelessly yours alabama
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
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