the poet and the pendulum

the end
the songwriter's dead
the blade fell upon him
taking him to the white lands
of empathica
innocence
empathica
innocence

the dreamer and the wine
poet without a rhyme
a widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell

one last perfect verse
is still the same old song
oh Christ, how i hate what i have become!

take me home

getaway, runaway, flyaway
lead me astray
to dreamer's hideaway
i cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
i cannot die, i - a whore for the cold world
forgive me, i have but two faces
one for the world
one for God
save me
i cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
i cannot die, i - a whore for the cold world

my home was there and then
those meadows of heaven
adventure filled-days
one with every smiling face

please no more words
thoughts from a severed-head
no more praise
tell me once my heart goes right

take me home

getaway, runaway, flyaway
lead me astray
to dreamer's hideaway
i cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
i cannot die, i - a whore for the cold world
forgive me, i have but two faces
one for the world
one for God
save me
i cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
i cannot die, i - a whore for the cold world
whore for the cold world
whore for the cold world

sparkle my scenery
with turquoise waterfall
with beauty underneath
the ever free

tuck me in, beneath the blue
beneath the pain, beneath the rain
goodnight kiss
for a child in time
swaying blade my lullaby

on the shore we sat and hoped
under the same pale moon
whose guiding light chose you
chose you all

"i'm afraid, i'm so afraid
being raped again and again
i know i will die alone
but loved.

you live long enough to hear the sound of guns
long enough to find yourself screaming every night
long enough to see your friends betraying you

for years
i've been strapped unto this altar
now i only have three minutes and counting
i just wish the tide would catch me first
and give me the death
i always longed for"

seccond robber to the right of Christ
cut in half - infanticide
the world will rejoice today
as the crows feast on the rotting poet

everyone must bury their own
no pack to bury the heart of stone
now he's home in hell, serves him well
slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

the morning dawned upon this altar
remains of the dark passion play
performed by his friends without shame
spitting on his grave as they came

getaway, runaway, flyaway
lead me astray
to dreamer's hideaway
i cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
i cannot die, i - a whore for the cold world
forgive me, i have but two faces
one for the world
one for God
save me
i cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
i cannot die, i - a whore for the cold world
whore for the cold world
whore for the cold world

"today, in the year of our Lord 2005,
tuomas was called from the care of the world
he stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day
the music he wrote had too long been without silence
he was found naked and dead
with a smile on his face, a pen and one thousand pages of erased text

save me!

be still, my son
you're home
oh when did you become so cold?
the blade will keep on descending
all you need is to feel my love

search for beauty, find your shore
try to save them all, bleed no more
you have such oceans within
in the end i will always love you

mcfearless

strain, living with a name
they get the best of me
but i don't walk away
i don't complain
i got much to gain
so they keep testing me
and i keep feeding their face

but they could go
off and hit the road
what would i care
i like going nowhere
i got the reigns
the courage i was made of
and they've got fake love
so i know i must show

it's my show
i must go
with my soul
not my hand
where i stand
it's my role
it's my soul

pearls
and necklaces and girls
and all the pretty things
i ain't seeking to have
it's safe to say
if i don't get this out of me
i might quite easily
end up dead or just mad

cross my t's and try to dot my i's
but that's just blinding me
and i ain't living that way
i roll my sleeves and make a better man of me
or i might easily
just give up on this show

it's my show
i must go
with my soul
not my hand
where i stand
it's my role
it's my soul

i must show
it's my show
i must go
with my soul
not my hand
where i stand
it's my role
it's my soul

and my show,
it's my show

arizona

that taste
all i ever needed
all i ever wanted
too dumb to surrender

she shakes
like the morning railway
checking me out
with someone on her shoulder

the lamp
flickers in the bedroom
she must feel as awkward
whore-house arizona

and i go
stand up to a giant
say that i'm a fighter
too drunk to remember
too drunk to

say man, my face
is laying on the pavement
tasting something awful
i hate when that happens

and she waves
thinking that it's sexy
she must be plum crazy
i kinda think i like her
i kinda think i do

coming...not soon!

de-abia aștept! în 2012 apare filmul imaginarium, care este un fel de poveste a noului album al trupei nightwish, care nici el nu a apărut încă. de-abia aștept filmuuuul!!
HAIIIII 2012!!

bless the child.

now unblessed, homesick in time, soon to be freed from care, from human pain. my tale is the most bitter truth. time pays us, but with earth and dust, and a dark, silent grave, remember, my child: without innocence the cross is only iron, hope is only an illusion and ocean soul's nothing, but a name... the child, bless thee and keep thee forever.

țin să vă anunț că treaba aia de care v-am povestit s-a rezolvat. e totu' bine. în legătură cu aia.
acum altceva am pe cap, dar nu vă spun ce. nu trebuie să știți toți.

acu'... ce-o fi o fi.

RIP

Gary Moore