Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to you
We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
PRECIOUS: depeche mode
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Monday, October 31, 2005
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Saturday, September 17, 2005
31 today.
Outside in the hall there’s a catfight
It’s well after midnight
I guess I’ll be allright
I’m laid out on the floor
Drunk and ppor
How much longer how much more
Rock me to sleep
Strong & deep.
The screaming cats they give me the creep
But aside from all that I feel no pain
Staring up at the ceiling stains
...neon in the window
...sirens far away
...news on the radio happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday
They’re at it again next door
This whole floor I swear
They’re out to drive me crazy
Not right now I’m high as a cloud I’m soft and gray and lazy
...neon in the window
...sirens far away
...news on the radio happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday
Fly me
Out the window.
Somewhere far away
Singing on the radio
---------------Happy birthday: CONCRETE BLONDE.--------------------
Outside in the hall there’s a catfight
It’s well after midnight
I guess I’ll be allright
I’m laid out on the floor
Drunk and ppor
How much longer how much more
Rock me to sleep
Strong & deep.
The screaming cats they give me the creep
But aside from all that I feel no pain
Staring up at the ceiling stains
...neon in the window
...sirens far away
...news on the radio happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday
They’re at it again next door
This whole floor I swear
They’re out to drive me crazy
Not right now I’m high as a cloud I’m soft and gray and lazy
...neon in the window
...sirens far away
...news on the radio happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday
Fly me
Out the window.
Somewhere far away
Singing on the radio
---------------Happy birthday: CONCRETE BLONDE.--------------------
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
too much despair. it's becomimg so overwhelmimg it's hard to breathe or even stand up. is this what mary felt like? is this why she took her life? was she so beaten down by her own pain, that she couldn't bare to live? i wonder how long did she suffer before she finally gave in?
my strenght is slipping away.
My life suffocates
Planting seeds of hate
I’ve loved, turned to hate
Trapped far beyond my fate
I give
You take
This life that I forsake
Been cheated of my youth
You turned this lie to truth
Anger
Misery
You’ll suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Pure black looking clear
My work is done soon here
Try getting back to me
Get back which used to be
Drink up
Shoot in
Let the beatings begin
Distributor of pain
Your loss becomes my gain
Anger
Misery
You’ll suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
All have said their prayers
Invade their nightmares
See into my eyes
You’ll find where murder lies
Infanticide
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of Sorrow:Metallica
my strenght is slipping away.
My life suffocates
Planting seeds of hate
I’ve loved, turned to hate
Trapped far beyond my fate
I give
You take
This life that I forsake
Been cheated of my youth
You turned this lie to truth
Anger
Misery
You’ll suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Pure black looking clear
My work is done soon here
Try getting back to me
Get back which used to be
Drink up
Shoot in
Let the beatings begin
Distributor of pain
Your loss becomes my gain
Anger
Misery
You’ll suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
All have said their prayers
Invade their nightmares
See into my eyes
You’ll find where murder lies
Infanticide
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of Sorrow:Metallica
Tuesday, August 30, 2005

L told me she's leaving at the end of the year to go back to SF. i will miss her, nothing new about that. somehow i get the feeling either this is the last time i will ever see her or it will a very long time before i see her again. how could one person have such a hold on me? did i allow it too happen or was it totally out of my hands? my heart has been bonded to her since we were children. no one and nothing has ever taken her place. damn, am i going to be linked to her forever? will i be a slave to my heart always?
To the soul's desires
The body listens
What the flesh requires
Keeps the heart imprisoned
What the spirit seeks
The mind will follow
When the body speaks
All else is hollow
I'm just an angel
Driving blindly
Through this world
I'm just a slave here
At the mercy
Of a girl
Oh I need your tenderness
Oh I need your touch
Oh I dream of one caress
Oh I pray too much
To the soul's desires
The body listens
What the flesh requires
Keeps the heart imprisoned
What the spirit seeks
The mind will follow
When the body speaks
All else is hollow
You keep me waiting
For the promise
That is mine
Please stop debating
Please stop wasting
Your time
Oh I need your tenderness
Oh I need your touch
Oh I dream of one caress
Oh I pray too much
DEPECHE MODE - "When The Body Speaks"
Friday, August 19, 2005
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Now I never meant,
To do you wrong,
That’s what I came here to say.
But if I was wrong,
Then I’m sorry,
I don’t let it stand in our way.
As my head just aches,
When I think of,
The things that I shouldn’t have done.
But, life is for living,
We all know,
And I don’t wanna live it alone.
----------------------------Life is for living:COLDPLAY-----------------------------
To do you wrong,
That’s what I came here to say.
But if I was wrong,
Then I’m sorry,
I don’t let it stand in our way.
As my head just aches,
When I think of,
The things that I shouldn’t have done.
But, life is for living,
We all know,
And I don’t wanna live it alone.
----------------------------Life is for living:COLDPLAY-----------------------------
Saturday, May 28, 2005
i spent all day longing to hear your voice. i didn't. the last few days, i've only spent a few minutes with you, but i miss you so much.
In my happy home
I barely breathe
In my lovers arms
I find relief
And there's a sky that's changing
And a bird that sings
I never once in my wayward life
Was heading to run out
In my lovers arms I wait for morning
I beg my god to speak and tear me apart
I'd lay down my body I'd lay down my arms
I never once in my sweet short life meant anybody harm
In my happy home
I read the signs
In my lovers arms
I move in time
There's no more crying
And there's no more lies
I never once in my sweet short life
Was waiting for desire
And there's no more crying
And there's no more pain
I never thought for one second
I'd have nothing left but shame
In my happy home
I barely breathe
I never once in my wayward life
Was heading to run out
---------happy home:GARBAGE------------
In my happy home
I barely breathe
In my lovers arms
I find relief
And there's a sky that's changing
And a bird that sings
I never once in my wayward life
Was heading to run out
In my lovers arms I wait for morning
I beg my god to speak and tear me apart
I'd lay down my body I'd lay down my arms
I never once in my sweet short life meant anybody harm
In my happy home
I read the signs
In my lovers arms
I move in time
There's no more crying
And there's no more lies
I never once in my sweet short life
Was waiting for desire
And there's no more crying
And there's no more pain
I never thought for one second
I'd have nothing left but shame
In my happy home
I barely breathe
I never once in my wayward life
Was heading to run out
---------happy home:GARBAGE------------
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
almost forgot
today is Marissa's birthday. i wonder if i would recognize her?
Well, outside in the hall there's a catfight
It's well after midnight
I guess I'll be allright
I'm laid out on the floor
Drunk and ppor
How much longer how much more
Rock me to sleep
Strong & deep.
The screaming cats they give me the creep
But aside from all that I feel no pain
Staring up at the ceiling stains
...Neon in the window
...Sirens far away
...News on the radio happy birthday happy birthday happy
birthday
They're at it again next door
This whole floor I swear
They're out to drive me crazy
Not right now I'm high as a cloud I'm soft and gray and lazy
..Smoking Out the window,
...feeling far away
...News on the radio happy birthday happy birthday happy
birthday
Fly me
out the window.
Somewhere far away
News on the radio, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.
Well, outside in the hall there's a catfight
It's well after midnight
I guess I'll be allright
I'm laid out on the floor
Drunk and ppor
How much longer how much more
Rock me to sleep
Strong & deep.
The screaming cats they give me the creep
But aside from all that I feel no pain
Staring up at the ceiling stains
...Neon in the window
...Sirens far away
...News on the radio happy birthday happy birthday happy
birthday
They're at it again next door
This whole floor I swear
They're out to drive me crazy
Not right now I'm high as a cloud I'm soft and gray and lazy
..Smoking Out the window,
...feeling far away
...News on the radio happy birthday happy birthday happy
birthday
Fly me
out the window.
Somewhere far away
News on the radio, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.
Monday, May 02, 2005
i cannot remember a day in my life without pain. i don't what i would if all disappeared.
Sometimes we laugh like children
Go running holding hands
I never felt like this before,
I never will again
Sometimes we cry like babies
I hold you to my heart.
I just can’t stand to see you sad,
It tears me all apart
And we’re so afraid and it’s such a shame,
There is no reason we should doube it.
The things we want to say we’ver never said!
And we look away and it’s all ok and
Never really talk about it
It’s a shame the way we dance along the edge
Dance along the edge.
We always seem so careful,
We’re always so unsure.
Our past mistakes they make us shakey...eyes on the door.
When do we stop searching
For what we’re searching for?
Then when it comes, we question love and try for more!
And we’re happy here, but we live in fear
We’ve seen a lot of temples crumble.
Some of flesh and blood from love under glass.
Will we come undone? will we turn and run?
And will we know it when we find it?
It’s a game the way we dance along the edge.
And we’ll walk the line and we’ll do our time
For just as long as we’ve been given,
And pretend that we don’t hear the things they’ve said.
Can we promise love? is it all too much
And do our old souls still believe it?
It’s insane the way we dance along the edge.
---------------------------------Concrete Blonde:DANCE ALONG THE EDGE--------------------------------------------------------
Sometimes we laugh like children
Go running holding hands
I never felt like this before,
I never will again
Sometimes we cry like babies
I hold you to my heart.
I just can’t stand to see you sad,
It tears me all apart
And we’re so afraid and it’s such a shame,
There is no reason we should doube it.
The things we want to say we’ver never said!
And we look away and it’s all ok and
Never really talk about it
It’s a shame the way we dance along the edge
Dance along the edge.
We always seem so careful,
We’re always so unsure.
Our past mistakes they make us shakey...eyes on the door.
When do we stop searching
For what we’re searching for?
Then when it comes, we question love and try for more!
And we’re happy here, but we live in fear
We’ve seen a lot of temples crumble.
Some of flesh and blood from love under glass.
Will we come undone? will we turn and run?
And will we know it when we find it?
It’s a game the way we dance along the edge.
And we’ll walk the line and we’ll do our time
For just as long as we’ve been given,
And pretend that we don’t hear the things they’ve said.
Can we promise love? is it all too much
And do our old souls still believe it?
It’s insane the way we dance along the edge.
---------------------------------Concrete Blonde:DANCE ALONG THE EDGE--------------------------------------------------------
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