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środa, 19 października 2011
Nine Inch Nails - Something I can never have
I still recall the taste of your tears
Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears
My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
Scraping through my head 'till I don't want to sleep anymore
Come on tell me
Make this all go away
You make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
And I'm starting to scare myself
Make this all go away
You make this all go way
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
You always were the one to show me how
Back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now
This is slowly taking me apart
Grey would be the color if I had a heart
I just want something I can never have
In this place it seems like such a shame
Though it all looks different now, I know it's still the same
Everywhere I look you're all I see
Just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be
Come on tell me
Make this all go away
You make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
And I'm starting to scare myself
Make this all go away
You make this all go way
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
I just want something I can never have
NINE INCH NAILS - SOMETHING I CAN NEVER HAVE
środa, 12 października 2011
Septic Flesh - Telescope
Inside the mouth of a massive dormant volcano,
a lens is gathering distant fingerprints,
of flying objects that swim in ultraviolet
like dazzling clandestine submarines.
We wear the pearly necklace of the Milky Way.
We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies.
Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.
Let's make an empty moment of honouring silence,
for the recently deceased unnoticed stars.
Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.
Black holes are violating the spatial matrix.
And comets feed the hungry grasp of gravity
Ancient astronomers observe the upper tapestries.
The body of the universal soul.
We wear the pearly necklace of the Milky Way.
We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies.
Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.
TELESCOPE
a lens is gathering distant fingerprints,
of flying objects that swim in ultraviolet
like dazzling clandestine submarines.
We wear the pearly necklace of the Milky Way.
We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies.
Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.
Let's make an empty moment of honouring silence,
for the recently deceased unnoticed stars.
Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.
Black holes are violating the spatial matrix.
And comets feed the hungry grasp of gravity
Ancient astronomers observe the upper tapestries.
The body of the universal soul.
We wear the pearly necklace of the Milky Way.
We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies.
Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.
TELESCOPE
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