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April 8, 2011 § Leave a comment

If you know me well, then you’ll know my favorite band.

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE – YOU ARE A TOURIST.

club8 – whatever you want

March 18, 2011 § Leave a comment

am I ok here?
I think you ought to know this
another day
not unlike any other
it’s been like this so long 

are you ok dear?
I know I should have noticed
a quiet day
not unlike any other
it’s been like this so long

whatever you want from me
whoever I try to be

I will never be there
I can never be her
in your society

am I ok dear?
I think you want to know this
duties I leave
not to take on another

and if I don’t fall this night
I will have to go along
unless something strange will happen

there’s still something to be done
this story will go on for long

I’ve been waiting for this since a long long time ago.

March 4, 2011 § Leave a comment

 

Murakami’s Norwegian Wood movie trailer.

 

p.s.

Kenichi aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

THE ANTLERS: they’re singing while telling story, or the otherwise

February 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

Two
or, I Would Have Saved Her If I Could

In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up, when a doctor came to tell me, “Enough is enough.” He brought me out into the hall (I could have sworn it was haunted), and told me something that I didn’t know that I wanted to hear: That there was nothing that I could do save you, the choir’s gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you. Something in my throat made my next words shake, and something in the wires made the light bulbs break. There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling, it opened up the scars that had just finished healing. It tore apart the canyon running down your femur, (I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.) And as it opened I could hear you howling from your room, but I hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew. When I reappeared and tried to give you something for the pain, you came to hating me again, and just sang your refrain:

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare. You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair, then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying. They should have listened, they thought that you were lying. Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head, now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. “Eighty-seven pounds!” and this all bears repeating.

“Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy, wearing silver rings with nobody clapping. When we moved here together we were so disappointed, sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed. It killed me to see you getting always rejected, but I didn’t mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected. I didn’t mind you blaming me for your mistakes, I just held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes. But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night, and I would try to grab your ankles (what a pitiful sight.) But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door, coming back like you always do. Well no one’s gonna fix it for us, no one can. You say that, ‘No one’s gonna listen, and no one understands.’ So there’s no open doors, and there’s no way to get through, there’s no other witnesses, just us two.

There’s two people living in one small room, from your two half-families tearing at you, two ways to tell the story (no one worries), two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry, two people talking inside your brain, two people believing that I’m the one to blame, two different voices coming out of your mouth, while I’m too cold to care and too sick to shout.

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare. You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair. Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying. They should have listened, they thought that you were lying. Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head, now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. “Eighty-seven pounds!” and this all bears repeating.

 

oh no!

September 25, 2010 § Leave a comment

Boyzone and Westlife, they are cool, or at least they able to perform as good vocal group. They can sing. But, this one, this is disaster…

They turned one of my favorit song into trash, poor Bowie. Mr. Walsh you must lost your mind.

always facinating as always

April 21, 2010 § Leave a comment

I kinda miss the high school moment because of that I put this video on this post. RNRM, the First I saw their perfomance is about three or four years ago. Enjoy it guys!

:)

March 5, 2010 § Leave a comment

Want You to Know

The Freelance Hellraiser

I want you to know you make me happy
I want you to know you make me sad
I want you to know you make me happy
You were the best thing that I ever had…

p.s

I found it here

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