vineri, 27 noiembrie 2009
duminică, 22 noiembrie 2009
sâmbătă, 21 noiembrie 2009
James Blunt - I really want you
Many prophets preach on bended knee
Many clerics wasted wine
Through those bloody sheets
On those cobbled streets
I have wasted time
Are there silver shores on paradise?
Can I come in from the cold?
I killed a man in a far away land
My enemy untold
I really want you to really want me
But I really don't know if you can do that
I know you want to know what's right
But I know it's so hard for you to do that
And time's running out as often it does
And often dictates that you can't do that
If fate can't break this feeling inside
That's burning up through my veins
I really want you
I really want you
I really want you now
No matter what I say or do
The message isn't getting through
And you're listening to the sound
Of my breaking heart
I really want you
I really want you
Is a poor man rich in solitude?
Or when mother earth complain
Did the beggar pray for a sunny day but
Lady luck for rain
They say a million people bow and scream
To an effigy of gold
As so life begin
And the shit we're in
And history unfold
I really want you to really want me
But I really don't know if you can do that
I know you want to know what's right
But I know it's so hard for you to do that
And time's running out as often it does
And often dictates that you can't do that
If fate can't break this feeling inside
That's burning up through my veins
I really want you
I really want you
I really want you
No matter what I say or do
The message isn't getting through
And you're listening to the sound
Of my breaking heart
Many clerics wasted wine
Through those bloody sheets
On those cobbled streets
I have wasted time
Are there silver shores on paradise?
Can I come in from the cold?
I killed a man in a far away land
My enemy untold
I really want you to really want me
But I really don't know if you can do that
I know you want to know what's right
But I know it's so hard for you to do that
And time's running out as often it does
And often dictates that you can't do that
If fate can't break this feeling inside
That's burning up through my veins
I really want you
I really want you
I really want you now
No matter what I say or do
The message isn't getting through
And you're listening to the sound
Of my breaking heart
I really want you
I really want you
Is a poor man rich in solitude?
Or when mother earth complain
Did the beggar pray for a sunny day but
Lady luck for rain
They say a million people bow and scream
To an effigy of gold
As so life begin
And the shit we're in
And history unfold
I really want you to really want me
But I really don't know if you can do that
I know you want to know what's right
But I know it's so hard for you to do that
And time's running out as often it does
And often dictates that you can't do that
If fate can't break this feeling inside
That's burning up through my veins
I really want you
I really want you
I really want you
No matter what I say or do
The message isn't getting through
And you're listening to the sound
Of my breaking heart
joi, 19 noiembrie 2009
November tale (Cinnamon eyes, coffee eyes)
The leaves were breathing and whispering a strange song.
She stepped carefully on the alley, almost as she was afraid of something. She was afraid, indeed. She was trying to hide - to hide from herself.
She closed her eyes and deeply breathed the heavy grey cold air into her chest. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes.
She sat alone on an yellow banch in the park way, looking straight forward at the shallow alley, all-covered in leaves.
She sighed few times and after that... There was this crystal clear tear shadowing her cinnamon eyes.
The dead leaves of November sighed silently from far beyond the real world, apparently layed still on the grey pavement.
In that very moment, it started to rain.
The cold raindrops chased away the bizarre peacefull view which had previously coated the surroundings.
But for her, everything was impossibly still on the OUTSIDE. It was this deep silence - OUTSIDE. She could only listen to her thoughts, she could only hear the storm inside.
There was a complete chaos in her inner self, too many thoughts spinning around her mind, too many thoughts screaming on the inside.
And from all these thoughts, there was this specific question which screamed so loud that almost brought pain to her soul:
"When will I get the chance to see the coffee-eyed boy?"
It was so cold outside, her small hands were sad.
The same grey pavement beneath her feet.
She stepped carefully on the alley, almost as she was afraid of something. She was afraid, indeed. She was trying to hide - to hide from herself.
She closed her eyes and deeply breathed the heavy grey cold air into her chest. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes.
She sat alone on an yellow banch in the park way, looking straight forward at the shallow alley, all-covered in leaves.
She sighed few times and after that... There was this crystal clear tear shadowing her cinnamon eyes.
The dead leaves of November sighed silently from far beyond the real world, apparently layed still on the grey pavement.
In that very moment, it started to rain.
The cold raindrops chased away the bizarre peacefull view which had previously coated the surroundings.
But for her, everything was impossibly still on the OUTSIDE. It was this deep silence - OUTSIDE. She could only listen to her thoughts, she could only hear the storm inside.
There was a complete chaos in her inner self, too many thoughts spinning around her mind, too many thoughts screaming on the inside.
And from all these thoughts, there was this specific question which screamed so loud that almost brought pain to her soul:
"When will I get the chance to see the coffee-eyed boy?"
It was so cold outside, her small hands were sad.
The same grey pavement beneath her feet.
vineri, 13 noiembrie 2009
Owl City - Vanilla Twilight
Well, I don`t think this is the best song in the world. I only posted it `cause my brother likes it. Besides, the video is very cute... and it has nice lyrics! Enjoy!
miercuri, 11 noiembrie 2009
Spanglish
Tags:
An ordinary day of November, Friday. A crowded bus station, a sleepy girl who tried to get hired at a tea pub but who seemingly, was unlucky. 100C. HIM. Her smile.
Inside the bus, the same tired and bored faces she usually sees when she goes somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, it doesn`t matter where. She starts to think that maybe she should have been born on another Earth because this one seems too cold and impersonal for her, the environment in here doesn`t fit her personality at all.
She listens to music, trying in the same time to find something in her bag. Outside the bus, the weather is getting colder and colder, only a smile or more can make her feel warm in these circumstances. All she cares about is the social environment inside the bus because she usually focuses on people, sometimes even against her will!
She descends from the bus, aheading to her flat. Just another ordinary day of November. Friday.
Or-no. Let`s give it another try.
Rewind. Erase. Modify.
Tags:
An ordinary day of November, Friday. A crowded bus station, a sleepy girl who tried to get hired at a tea pub but who seemingly, was unlucky. 100C. HIM. Her smile.
Inside the bus, the same tired and bored faces she usually sees when she goes somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, it doesn`t matter where. She starts to think that maybe she should have been born on another Earth because this one seems too cold and impersonal for her, the environment in here doesn`t fit her personality at all.
She listens to music, trying in the same time to find something in her bag. Outside the bus, the weather is getting colder and colder, only a smile or more can make her feel warm in these circumstances. All she cares about is the social environment inside the bus because she usually focuses on people, sometimes even against her rational will!
Outside the bus, the weather is getting colder and colder, only a smile or more can make her feel warm in these circumstances. Though the bus is crowded, she feels all alone. And there she spots a punk boy. Her intuition tells her that they are gonna have a warm trade of smiles.
(Content missing - the story is to be continued)
"(...) I could remember anything, whether it happened or not." (M.B.)
I guess I just remembered this story, whether it has actually happened or not...
An ordinary day of November, Friday. A crowded bus station, a sleepy girl who tried to get hired at a tea pub but who seemingly, was unlucky. 100C. HIM. Her smile.
Inside the bus, the same tired and bored faces she usually sees when she goes somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, it doesn`t matter where. She starts to think that maybe she should have been born on another Earth because this one seems too cold and impersonal for her, the environment in here doesn`t fit her personality at all.
She listens to music, trying in the same time to find something in her bag. Outside the bus, the weather is getting colder and colder, only a smile or more can make her feel warm in these circumstances. All she cares about is the social environment inside the bus because she usually focuses on people, sometimes even against her will!
She descends from the bus, aheading to her flat. Just another ordinary day of November. Friday.
Or-no. Let`s give it another try.
Rewind. Erase. Modify.
Tags:
An ordinary day of November, Friday. A crowded bus station, a sleepy girl who tried to get hired at a tea pub but who seemingly, was unlucky. 100C. HIM. Her smile.
Inside the bus, the same tired and bored faces she usually sees when she goes somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, it doesn`t matter where. She starts to think that maybe she should have been born on another Earth because this one seems too cold and impersonal for her, the environment in here doesn`t fit her personality at all.
She listens to music, trying in the same time to find something in her bag. Outside the bus, the weather is getting colder and colder, only a smile or more can make her feel warm in these circumstances. All she cares about is the social environment inside the bus because she usually focuses on people, sometimes even against her rational will!
Outside the bus, the weather is getting colder and colder, only a smile or more can make her feel warm in these circumstances. Though the bus is crowded, she feels all alone. And there she spots a punk boy. Her intuition tells her that they are gonna have a warm trade of smiles.
(Content missing - the story is to be continued)
"(...) I could remember anything, whether it happened or not." (M.B.)
I guess I just remembered this story, whether it has actually happened or not...
vineri, 6 noiembrie 2009
Sting - Until
If I caught the world in a bottle
And everything was still beneath the moon
Without your love would it shine for me?
If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon
What would it all matter if you loved me?
Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still
With a million dreams to fulfill
And a matter of moments until the dancing ends
Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear
Not a solitary thing would I fear
Except when this moment comes near the dancing's end
If I caught the world in an hourglass
Saddled up the moon so we could ride
Until the stars grew dim, Until...
One day you'll meet a stranger
And all the noise is silenced in the room
You'll feel that you're close to some mystery
In the moonlight and everything shatters
You feel as if you've known her all your life
The world's oldest lesson in history
Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still
With a million dreams to fulfill
And a matter of moments until the dancing ends
Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear
Not a solitary thing do I fear
Except when this moment comes near the dancing`s end
Oh, if I caught the world in an hourglass
Saddled up the moon and we would ride
Until the stars grew dim
Until the time that time stands still,
Until...
And everything was still beneath the moon
Without your love would it shine for me?
If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon
What would it all matter if you loved me?
Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still
With a million dreams to fulfill
And a matter of moments until the dancing ends
Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear
Not a solitary thing would I fear
Except when this moment comes near the dancing's end
If I caught the world in an hourglass
Saddled up the moon so we could ride
Until the stars grew dim, Until...
One day you'll meet a stranger
And all the noise is silenced in the room
You'll feel that you're close to some mystery
In the moonlight and everything shatters
You feel as if you've known her all your life
The world's oldest lesson in history
Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still
With a million dreams to fulfill
And a matter of moments until the dancing ends
Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear
Not a solitary thing do I fear
Except when this moment comes near the dancing`s end
Oh, if I caught the world in an hourglass
Saddled up the moon and we would ride
Until the stars grew dim
Until the time that time stands still,
Until...
marți, 3 noiembrie 2009
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