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the vanishing – lowe

In the darkest room
I can see your face
I will always remember you
Wouldn’t do you wrong
Never meant no harm
I could always depend on you

In disguise, there’s no place where
There’s no room for me and you
In your eyes, I can tell now
There is something we must do
Tonight

Now I’m not so sure
Maybe went too far
I wish I could’ve stayed with you
If I turn back tide
Let the hours flow
Will I ever get hold of you?

si mergeti la concert in seara asta. merita. in control de la 9.

I attended two Depeche Mode concerts in Barcelona, on Nov 20 and 21. I cannot speak about them. Not today. And probably not very soon. My eyes are full of tears as I am writing now. Thank God I know where I saved the photos. A photo is worth a thousand words. That has already been said by someone smarter than me. I will just say that every picture from Barcelona is a pleasure, little treasure. Enjoy!

My pics from Barcelona

Depeche Mode at Palau San Jordi, November 20, 2009

Depeche Mode at Palau San Jordi, November 21, 2009

aesthetic perfection – living the wasted life live 2009

Is this what’s left of me?

I sense the kiss,
It’s coming on,
Assess the risk between us,
My fall,
I pray for something,
A quick demise,
Substance to substitute a restless mind,
Call the doctors,
Call the gods,
You can’t call anyone to save me now,
Weak is the one who crawls,
Lives life behind a wall,
The only question here is why can’t I ever…

Why can’t I ever feel
Why can’t I ever feel
Why can’t I ever feel
Why can’t I ever feel

Is this what’s left of me?
Debilitated life?
Look back and see nothing but myself wasted,
This is what’s left of me,
What’s left will be destroyed,
If it ever ending,
My self hatred?

I am the cancer,
I am the cause,
I have the devil sitting on my left shoulder,
In this regression,
I’m looking for,
Just some attention,
So don’t keep me waiting,
Without direction,
Spreads the fault,
Searching for something just a little less caustic,
Sirens that sing their song,
Seems life is just too long,
I’ll follow them and wonder “Why can’t I ever feel?”

Why can’t I ever feel
Why can’t I ever feel
Why can’t I ever feel
Why can’t I ever feel

mi-am dat seama ce mare pacat e sa ratezi sa citesti ce scriu oameni destepti. in general de la intoarcerile de fraza din primele paragrafe iti dai seama daca merita sa continui sau nu….

eu am mare noroc. am unul langa mine. e si destept si si scrie. cateodata chiar imi scrie mie, ceea  ce ma maguleste. si avand in vedere ca e atat de destept incat imi da mult de gandit (aici vreau sa pun emoticon cu galbenelul care se tavaleste de ras =))), imi ocupa cam toata existenta de lectura pe internet. si citindu-l eu azi am descoperit un comentariu la unul din textele lui si am simtit nevoia sa il imbratisez.

“@D: mnups – nici atunci n-am gasit, pur si simplu am uitat sa caut.

xoxo
O.”

xoxo

V.

the ones – aesthetic perfection

Would you believe me if I told the reasons why,
You can’t rest, and drink yourself to sleep at night.
Now like it matters, you can’t escape, don’t even try.
We speak, what no one knows.

Oh, I’ve got to get to sleep.

You lie awake and your hope is all your head.
You’re counting teeth with your tongue, are they all there?
there’s no relief in the dark from what isn’t there,
but you, don’t feel alone.

We are the ones you should be fearing,
come in the night and take your teeth away.
Now sew up your mouth, and go to sleep, cause
we’ll be there soon, to break your heart and spite your face.

Now they’re finally here and you know what they’re looking for.
With their empty grins they proceed in taking what you owe.
And you move your lips, but the words they just fall to the floor,
so this, is how it ends.
Crawl to the mirror and see it all that you’ve become;
A grim reflection of all the things that you have done.
You try to weep but no tears never will ever come.
So this, is who you are.

We are the ones you should be fearing,
come in the night and take your teeth away.
Now sew up your mouth, and go to sleep, cause
we’ll be there soon, to break your heart and spite your face.