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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
TRAINSPOTTING
Begbie: Did you bring the cards?
Sick Boy: What?
Begbie: The cards, the last thing I told you was to mind the cards!
Sick Boy: Well, I've not brought them.
Begbie: It's fucking boring after a while without the cards.
Sick Boy: I'm sorry.
Begbie: Bit fucking late, like.
Sick Boy: Why didn't *you* bring them?
Begbie: 'CAUSE I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO BRING THEM, YOU DOSS CUNT!
Sick Boy: ...Christ.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: I don't feel the sickness yet, but it's in the post. That's for sure. I'm in the junkie limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I've ever known will soon take hold of me. It's on its way.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Swanney taught us to adore and respect the national health service. For it was the source of much of our gear. We stole drugs. We stole prescriptions or bought them, sold them, swapped them, forged them, photocopied them. Or traded drugs with cancer victims, alcoholics, old-age pensioners, AIDS patients, epileptics, and bored housewives.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Thank you, your honor. With God's help I'll conquer this terrible affliction.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: We would have injected vitamin C if only they had made it illegal!
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] I wished that I'd gone down instead of Spud. Here I was surrounded by my family and my so-called mates and I've never felt so alone. Never in all my puff. Since I was on remand, they've had me on this program, this state sponsored addiction. Three sickly sweet doses of methadone a day instead of smack. But it's never enough. And at the moment it's nowhere near enough. I took all three this morning and now I've got eighteen hours to go until my next shot. I've got sweat on my back like a layer of frost. I need to visit the Mother Superior for one hit. One final hit to get us over this long, hard day.
[to Swanney 'Mother Superior']
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: What's on the menu this evening, Sir?
Swanney: Your favorite dish.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Excellent.
Swanney: Your usual table, Sir.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Oh, why thank you.
Swanney: Would Sir care to pay for his bill in advance?
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: No. Stick it on my tab.
Swanney: Ah, regret to inform, sir, credit limit was reached and breached quite some time ago.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Oh, well in that case...
[hands him some cash]
Swanney: Ah, hard currency. Thank you, Sir. Can't be too careful these days. Would Sir care for a starter of some garlic bread perhaps?
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: No, thank you. I will proceed directly to the intravenous injection of hard drugs, please.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Take the best orgasm you've ever had... multiply it by a thousand, and you're still nowhere near it.
Allison: It beats any meat injection. That beats any fucking cock in the world.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: I fantasize about a massive pristine convenience. Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble, a seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel no.5, and a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll. But under the circumstances I'll settle for anywhere.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: 1,000 years from now there will be no guys and no girls, just wankers. Sounds great to me.
Sick Boy: Say something Mark.
[shouting]
Sick Boy: Fucking say something, huh?
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: I'm cooking up.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Never again, Swanney. I'm off the scag.
Swanney: Are you serious?
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Yeah, no more. I'm finished with that shite.
Swanney: Well, it's up to you, man.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Gonna get it right this time. Gonna get it sorted out. Gonna get off it for good.
Swanney: I've heard that one before.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: The Sick Boy method?
Swanney: Well, it nearly worked for him, hey.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Well, he's always been lacking in moral fiber.
Swanney: He knows a lot about Sean Connery.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: That's hardly a substitute.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: We called him Mother Superior on account of the length of his habit.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: The downside of coming off junk was I knew I would need to mix with my friends again in a state of full consciousness. It was awful. They reminded me so much of myself, I could hardly bear to look at them.
[first lines]
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Friday, July 24, 2009
A hilarious alternative to the 401 Nigerian Internet Scam
My Half-Jamaican, Half-Chinese friend Kamal Moo, lawyer and manager/creator of his own music label (is also other ethnicities too), yes I know, I marvel that there is such a mix, whenever we hang people aren't quite sure how to respond. I love being a mutt. Oh how I cherish the mutted mixes of this world.
Kamal has come up with an elegant solution to those annoying spam messages you find in your inbox, with some sultan or business "guru" asking for money or your help in receiving a lump sum of a million dollars.
Below is such:
"This "executive" from Toyota emailed and said I won a bunch of money from the Toyota lottery. so, i responded with this...
Dear Mr. Brown,
Greetings and salutations to your royal majesty. I speak not from my heart, but from the pit of my sexual being when I say thank you for getting in touch with me. But, before we do business, I must insist that we get to know each other first. Let me tell you some things about myself...
1) As a child, my father would kick me down the stairs if I would urinate between the hours of 6 AM and 6 PM. This happened to me every day until I was 32 and then I was finally able to kick him down the stairs. It was funny to see him and his wheelchair tumbling down into the darkness. However, to this day, whenever I see a staircase, my testicles begin to ache and I vomit hysterically.
2) I am sexually attracted to dangerous animals. I cannot help this. I have tried to avoid alligators and wild dogs, but the seductive expressions in their beedy little eyes just drive me wild and I must have them at that instant Do not try to change this about me.
3) I masturbate while watching commercials for underarm deodorant. I often cry when I do this. Afterwards, I go and shower for several hours and scrub my shameful body with a Brillo pad. I then cry some more and eat mayonnaise straight from the jar. Some people call this bizarre, but I call it "Friday Night."
4) I love hookers....but I do not like to pay them. This has caused me much difficulty.
Anyway, tell me about yourself, Mr. Brown Toyota Japan Lottery. Tell me as much as you can. And, please, tell me your dirty fantasies. I will tell you mine later -- needless to say, they revolve exclusively around Dame Judi Dench, rawr!
Kevin "The Sweaty Masturbator" Mitchell "
-Kamal Moo, www.RockSteadyArtists.com (Manager, Owner/Creator, Lawyer)
Kamal has come up with an elegant solution to those annoying spam messages you find in your inbox, with some sultan or business "guru" asking for money or your help in receiving a lump sum of a million dollars.
Below is such:
"This "executive" from Toyota emailed and said I won a bunch of money from the Toyota lottery. so, i responded with this...
Dear Mr. Brown,
Greetings and salutations to your royal majesty. I speak not from my heart, but from the pit of my sexual being when I say thank you for getting in touch with me. But, before we do business, I must insist that we get to know each other first. Let me tell you some things about myself...
1) As a child, my father would kick me down the stairs if I would urinate between the hours of 6 AM and 6 PM. This happened to me every day until I was 32 and then I was finally able to kick him down the stairs. It was funny to see him and his wheelchair tumbling down into the darkness. However, to this day, whenever I see a staircase, my testicles begin to ache and I vomit hysterically.
2) I am sexually attracted to dangerous animals. I cannot help this. I have tried to avoid alligators and wild dogs, but the seductive expressions in their beedy little eyes just drive me wild and I must have them at that instant Do not try to change this about me.
3) I masturbate while watching commercials for underarm deodorant. I often cry when I do this. Afterwards, I go and shower for several hours and scrub my shameful body with a Brillo pad. I then cry some more and eat mayonnaise straight from the jar. Some people call this bizarre, but I call it "Friday Night."
4) I love hookers....but I do not like to pay them. This has caused me much difficulty.
Anyway, tell me about yourself, Mr. Brown Toyota Japan Lottery. Tell me as much as you can. And, please, tell me your dirty fantasies. I will tell you mine later -- needless to say, they revolve exclusively around Dame Judi Dench, rawr!
Kevin "The Sweaty Masturbator" Mitchell "
-Kamal Moo, www.RockSteadyArtists.com (Manager, Owner/Creator, Lawyer)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Reminder: Mein invited you to join Facebook...
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Monday, July 20, 2009
"Fan" Art by talented artist BILAL-THANK YOU!!!
"Are you from heaven or hell, Beauty that we adore?
Who cares? A dreadful, huge, ingenuous monster, you!
But your glance, your smile, your foot open a door
Upon an Infinite I love but never knew..."
Artwork and Poem By Artist BILAL currently living in Australia, originally from Pakistan
WOW. Thank You!!! Am blown away
Bilal's facebook link:
http://www.facebook.com/bilal.malik?ref=mf
Solar Eclipse of July 22, 2009
Solar eclipse of July 22, 2009
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Solar eclipse of July 22, 2009
Solar eclipse of July 22, 2009
Type of eclipse
Gamma 0.0696
Magnitude 1.0799
Saros 136 (37 of 71)
Maximum eclipse
Duration 398 s (6 min 38.8 s)
Location Pacific Ocean
Coordinates 24°12′36″N 144°06′24″E
Max. width of band 258.4 km
Times (UTC)
Partial eclipse 23:58:18 (Jul 21)
Total eclipse 00:51:16
Central eclipse 00:54:31
Greatest eclipse 02:35:21
The solar eclipse that will take place on Wednesday, July 22, 2009 will be a total eclipse of the Sun with a magnitude of 1.080 that will be visible from a narrow corridor through northern India, eastern Nepal, northern Bangladesh, Bhutan, the northern tip of Myanmar, central China and the Pacific Ocean, including the Ryukyu Islands, Marshall Islands and Kiribati. The longest total solar eclipse of the 21st century has sparked tourist fever in eastern China and India ,Taregana[1][2] , which according to experts is the best place to view the event.[3][4][5] Totality will be visible in many large cities, including Surat, Vadodara, Bhopal, Varanasi, Patna, Dinajpur, Chengdu, Nanchong, Chongqing, Yichang, Jingzhou, Wuhan, Huanggang, Hefei, Hangzhou, Wuxi, Huzhou, Suzhou, Jiaxing, Ningbo and Shanghai, as well as over the Three Gorges Dam.[6][7] A partial eclipse will be seen from the much broader path of the Moon's penumbra, including most of South East Asia (all of India and China) and north-eastern Oceania. The eclipse is part of series 136 in the Saros cycle, like the record setting Solar eclipse of July 11, 1991.
This is second in the series of three eclipses in a month. There was a lunar eclipse on July 7 and now a solar eclipse on July 22 and then a lunar eclipse on August 6.
This solar eclipse is the longest total solar eclipse that will occur in the twenty-first century, and will not be surpassed in duration until June 13, 2132. Totality will last for up to 6 minutes and 39 seconds, with the maximum eclipse occurring in the ocean at 02:35:21 UTC about 100 km south of the Bonin Islands, southeast of Japan. The North Iwo Jima island is the landmass with totality time closest to maximum.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solar_eclipse_of_July_22,_2009
Becoming Buddha....
Siddhartha Gautama is the founder of Buddhism, the fourth largest religion in the world. He is regarded variously as a human spiritual teacher or an omniscient active deity.
Buddha, means 'wise' or 'enlightened' in Sanskrit.
Gautama was the son of an aristocratic family in Nepal. At first he lived a life in luxury and comfort.
At 29 of age a great discontent befell Gautama, when he realized that men are subject to old age, disease, and death - that human life is suffering. He gave up his palace to search for the truth - becoming a wandering ascetic.
He went south to the Magadha kingdom in search of teachers. He tried fasting, and yoga, and living as a hermit in the forest. After six years of severe austerity he abandoned the ascetic life to seek his own path to Enlightenment.
As he sat under a banyan tree a sense of clear vision came to him and he became a supreme Buddha.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gautama_Buddha
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
"LILIANA IS A STAR"-by KEITH DRISCOLL of CANADA
WRITTEN BY KEITH DRISCOLL
"I sigh,because I try,
Why do people lie.
They tell me I'll make it,
My heart they break it.
A story untold,
Riches to behold.
Yet these people in power,
Continue,hour after hour,
Shining a light for some to see,
Then darkness in front of me.
They lead me to believe,
That I will succeed
In this world full of greed,
For what I crave,but don't need.
I have friends who are here
My thoughts I can share,
On this journey to who knows where.
Trusted like family,I know they'll be there.
Until one day the powers that be,
Open their arms and shine down on me,
They call out my name,
Offering me fame.
I know where I'm from,
I know where I'm going,
Because of family and friends
And the love they keep showing.
It makes me strong so I can fight,
Against the darkness of the night.
So one day,for me,this light,
Will shine on me,and burn bright,
For all to see,close and far,
That I LILIANA,am a star. "
THANK YOU KEITH! =0)))
Keith's Facebook Link:
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1608452761
Monday, July 13, 2009
New Email Update
update-new web email-you can now reach me at either
LilianaTheAnomaly@Devils.com
The_Liliana_Army@Rebels.com
CommanderL@Army.com
~SEMPER FI~
LilianaTheAnomaly@Devils.com
The_Liliana_Army@Rebels.com
CommanderL@Army.com
~SEMPER FI~
What The U.S Marines seem to think of me
so some of you may know, I've recently been giving serious thought to joining the military. Not sure yet what branch. Whichever offers me the best package. AirForce seems the most intelligent with great benefits, Army I like the discipline of best, Marines r just kooool, Navy me likey boats and I'd also really like to be a Seal.
Anyway I'm speaking with recruiters and taking the asvap and all those other internet self-assesment test things on the websites.
I was JROTC in high school and liked it a lot. I know, I know, for those of you who know me, the idea of me being in the military is absurd, given my very controversial thoughts and lifestyle. But there is a core of discipline and honor within me, that I don't find in many other professions. Military will keep my traveling bug sane. anyway......
off the marines website>
WHO I AM
YOUR WHO I AM RESULTS:
When you talk, people listen. When you lead, people follow.
You’re into mellow. You like it when you have time to sort things out and figure out the best way to get it done.
You think ahead. You invest in yourself. What you do today will pay off tomorrow.
You have a brain and you use it. You read books without pictures in them. You want to go to school, get ahead and do it right.
There’s one person you can always count on — you. You do it best on your own. Nothing’s wrong with teams, they’re just not your thing.
You like living on the edge. Snowboarding. rollerblading and mountain biking… you’re down with extreme sports and anything that gives you a thrill.
No surprises. That’s what you’re about. You like knowing ahead of time what’s going to happen and what’s expected of you.
You don’t like to compete — you love to compete. Competition brings out the best in you.
Anyway I'm speaking with recruiters and taking the asvap and all those other internet self-assesment test things on the websites.
I was JROTC in high school and liked it a lot. I know, I know, for those of you who know me, the idea of me being in the military is absurd, given my very controversial thoughts and lifestyle. But there is a core of discipline and honor within me, that I don't find in many other professions. Military will keep my traveling bug sane. anyway......
off the marines website>
WHO I AM
YOUR WHO I AM RESULTS:
When you talk, people listen. When you lead, people follow.
You’re into mellow. You like it when you have time to sort things out and figure out the best way to get it done.
You think ahead. You invest in yourself. What you do today will pay off tomorrow.
You have a brain and you use it. You read books without pictures in them. You want to go to school, get ahead and do it right.
There’s one person you can always count on — you. You do it best on your own. Nothing’s wrong with teams, they’re just not your thing.
You like living on the edge. Snowboarding. rollerblading and mountain biking… you’re down with extreme sports and anything that gives you a thrill.
No surprises. That’s what you’re about. You like knowing ahead of time what’s going to happen and what’s expected of you.
You don’t like to compete — you love to compete. Competition brings out the best in you.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
there's a rabbit in my carrot soup
There's something wrong with this planet. Really fuckin' harrid and shite. I'm disgusted by it. I can't live here. You can't live here. It aint' fit for the diseased geese, nor the happy children. It aint fit for my own bowel movements. It's caught the aids it has. It's fucked us all triply over and out and got the aids. I'm eating this peanut butter crunch cereal with milk. the milk lads, its damn white its so white it's blinding me. and my cat. my cat goes crazy over it. this thing. this creature. right next to me. trying to down my cereal. this world is retarded.it lost its brains during the first world war and it keeps getting duller. the brain of the world, it's all grey gooble now. its a scrambled mess and god if he exists sneezed it all out years ago. so we invent the internet. and we invent television. and we invent fuckin kitty kats to amuse ourselves and jobs to dull the numbness and music to distract us from the dissipating dark, and the damn chinese with their money so we could buy useless shit, to feel even more useless because of having to choose which shit to buy in accordance with the socio-economics scheme kissinger came up with. yea nash and his game theory and einstein and his relativity and kafka with his cockroach and all of it don't mean shit. it don't mean a bleedin' fuckin thing mate. You can bust your head against a stone your whole life, just keep bustin and throwin the whole weight of yerself against it, hopin for some redemption, some salvation, some transcendence into some other Sphere, some Plateau of alternate reality where ya shit golden piss and your blood tastes like cherries. and that stone could be yer goals. or yer parents' expectations. or your kids that ya shat out somehow and now have to feed. and it could be your nobility or the remnant of your past. It could be anything mate, and it would reach the same damn result. Faulker came to that conclusion. Sartre did as well. And now ALAM has come to that conclusion. nothing matters. nothing friggin matters. the world is as pointless as a zebra spotted pink bikini-wearing clown spraying ketchup at beach sand. the only thing really, that Could possibly, at least Move that stone, at least illude your brain into Thinking that it moved, is Love.
Love love love love love that pure damn thing that most people reach for and just keel over themselves kissing the smoggy oozy waste on their arses. love that lifts yer up. love that knocks you flat on your bones. digs into yer like roots at the moss. that kinda romeo and juliet greatest love story of all time love. ye it exists mate. it exists and i'll fuckin yell it in yer faces that it exists cuz I felt it. I had the damn thing. And I lost it, like jello.
cuz I'm a damn moron. an idiot.
it don't matter. it don't matter because I'll just put on my orange jumpsuit and fly out this window.
and my cat will finish my peanut butter cereal and
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW I WAS EVER HERE.
no point
I am somewhere in between the buddha lounge and pandora's chest, dissipated, hopeless, broken. there are lines marking the end and beginning, and my blind eyes only refract limbo. There's not really a fuckin' point. to life, to death, to the fluff and the moats. I had this magical light once, this glow throughout from balls to bones. but I destroyed it you see, the truth of me came out to feast. now my Love! Light!GONE
and
I am wise but I am stupid. For in my heart I see a solution. A means to end this horrid mess. Alas there can be no progress; for I am behind a solid wall, beyond the wall my heart tied to a dog. unleash the dog and feed him well, my heart spit out and flown over. but this dog only eats the finest turtles. and I am a poor merchant. The solution is oh so very near. But there is nothing to be done. thus you see my friends, with all the knowledge of the world, with every labyrinthian puzzle which I know the answer to, all of it is shite, total utter shite. For I cannot feed a dog, beg of him to unleash my heart, fly the heart back to my chest,
no.
I will never be whole again.
and
I am wise but I am stupid. For in my heart I see a solution. A means to end this horrid mess. Alas there can be no progress; for I am behind a solid wall, beyond the wall my heart tied to a dog. unleash the dog and feed him well, my heart spit out and flown over. but this dog only eats the finest turtles. and I am a poor merchant. The solution is oh so very near. But there is nothing to be done. thus you see my friends, with all the knowledge of the world, with every labyrinthian puzzle which I know the answer to, all of it is shite, total utter shite. For I cannot feed a dog, beg of him to unleash my heart, fly the heart back to my chest,
no.
I will never be whole again.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
LILIANA ALAM HAS DIED
Liliana Alam has died.
cause of death: a shattered, ripped, bleeding, broken heart
cause of death: a shattered, ripped, bleeding, broken heart
Monday, July 06, 2009
Powerful Inspiration-Get Your Butt Off The Couch!!!
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Original LILIANA Songs I will be Recording soon
HOLLYWOOD
you want me to take it
like a champion
shove it in me like packed salmon
I REFUSE brother, I REFUSE sister
you live the violent chaos
yea, morality would create too much peace
on your dirty, ugly, botoxed face
I REFUSE brother, I REFUSE sister
I'm lined up at starbucks of the wanted dreams
cappuccino double latte, "make me famous please"
no talent loser undisciplined fucks
I REFUSE brother, I REFUSE sister
Chorous:
take off all your clothes
don't you know? you're in Hollywood
it's real squeky clean shiny things
it's real chances happening
it's a real faux leather jacket, a wolf you hope
I'm laughing hard cuz they all turn out to be sheep
and I Refuse
I refuse, I Refuse, I REFUSE
brother, sister, father, mother, I Refuse
you grin your sick smile from your polluted mind
whilst I'm the genius dragon spewing pure heart fire into your clogged throat
I dare you, tap your pen to evaluate me
I'll bite off your child-maker
I aint like the blond fake tittied bimbos you're used to
cuz I REFUSE, I REFUSE, I REFUSE
It keeps happening, stupid
Because noone will take a stand
pussy-fuckers scared to fight for something
to Believe in
I'm supposed to bend over and take it up the ass?
I refuse, I refuse,
brother, sister, I REFUSE
Chorous altered:
strip off your soul
don't you know? You're in Hollywood
ride it fast sex money fame power NOW
more until you're a walking ghost
you say that's how it always was
and how it always will be
and if you want it bad enough you'll do
anything
I've got a solution
join me and start a revolution
I refuse.
and I'll Refuse.
I Refuse brother, sister, father, mother,
I REFUSE
yea I'll do it all my way
I'll shove it up Your asses and you'll see Me smiling
evaluating You as you beg me for the secret
yea and then I'll have really Changed things
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WATERPROOF SUIT
you know
you feel
you act
you think
you live
chorous:
stupid machine
such a beautiful thing
truth is raining on you
but you're in a waterproof suit
suit's dry cleaned
with your LA smile
all the dying bleed upon you
but you're in a waterproof suit
you eat
you bleed
you try, deny
you defeat, repeat
you fight
you fuck
you scream
you manipulate, try so hard
chorous x2
waterproof suit
waterproof suit
waterproof suit
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THRU YOUR EYES
look into my eyes
there are forests
but no lies
i'll let you see my soul
and you can take everything
for there is nothing i own
put your hand on my heart
drum to it's beat
and we'll be one
your breath on my lips
i don't need a kiss
i've felt you balls to bones
i let go of all control
chorous:
I want to eat what you eat
live where you live
dream what you dream
see the world thru your eyes
i want to feel what you feel
know what you know
walk where you walk
i want to see the world thru your eyes
on a map you'll see borders
lots of lines separating things
all you'll see is oneness when you fly with me
can you taste the love
floating thru every second
of this life
and are you grateful
for this grand gift
the magic of being Alive?
I have seen you shudder in fear
close yourself in skepticism
i'm here to show you a new you
a whole new way of living
chorous x2
bridge:
elevate me, captivate me
teach me all i do not remember
i will save you
you will save me
let's jump into the waterfall together
see the world thru one eye
you want me to take it
like a champion
shove it in me like packed salmon
I REFUSE brother, I REFUSE sister
you live the violent chaos
yea, morality would create too much peace
on your dirty, ugly, botoxed face
I REFUSE brother, I REFUSE sister
I'm lined up at starbucks of the wanted dreams
cappuccino double latte, "make me famous please"
no talent loser undisciplined fucks
I REFUSE brother, I REFUSE sister
Chorous:
take off all your clothes
don't you know? you're in Hollywood
it's real squeky clean shiny things
it's real chances happening
it's a real faux leather jacket, a wolf you hope
I'm laughing hard cuz they all turn out to be sheep
and I Refuse
I refuse, I Refuse, I REFUSE
brother, sister, father, mother, I Refuse
you grin your sick smile from your polluted mind
whilst I'm the genius dragon spewing pure heart fire into your clogged throat
I dare you, tap your pen to evaluate me
I'll bite off your child-maker
I aint like the blond fake tittied bimbos you're used to
cuz I REFUSE, I REFUSE, I REFUSE
It keeps happening, stupid
Because noone will take a stand
pussy-fuckers scared to fight for something
to Believe in
I'm supposed to bend over and take it up the ass?
I refuse, I refuse,
brother, sister, I REFUSE
Chorous altered:
strip off your soul
don't you know? You're in Hollywood
ride it fast sex money fame power NOW
more until you're a walking ghost
you say that's how it always was
and how it always will be
and if you want it bad enough you'll do
anything
I've got a solution
join me and start a revolution
I refuse.
and I'll Refuse.
I Refuse brother, sister, father, mother,
I REFUSE
yea I'll do it all my way
I'll shove it up Your asses and you'll see Me smiling
evaluating You as you beg me for the secret
yea and then I'll have really Changed things
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WATERPROOF SUIT
you know
you feel
you act
you think
you live
chorous:
stupid machine
such a beautiful thing
truth is raining on you
but you're in a waterproof suit
suit's dry cleaned
with your LA smile
all the dying bleed upon you
but you're in a waterproof suit
you eat
you bleed
you try, deny
you defeat, repeat
you fight
you fuck
you scream
you manipulate, try so hard
chorous x2
waterproof suit
waterproof suit
waterproof suit
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THRU YOUR EYES
look into my eyes
there are forests
but no lies
i'll let you see my soul
and you can take everything
for there is nothing i own
put your hand on my heart
drum to it's beat
and we'll be one
your breath on my lips
i don't need a kiss
i've felt you balls to bones
i let go of all control
chorous:
I want to eat what you eat
live where you live
dream what you dream
see the world thru your eyes
i want to feel what you feel
know what you know
walk where you walk
i want to see the world thru your eyes
on a map you'll see borders
lots of lines separating things
all you'll see is oneness when you fly with me
can you taste the love
floating thru every second
of this life
and are you grateful
for this grand gift
the magic of being Alive?
I have seen you shudder in fear
close yourself in skepticism
i'm here to show you a new you
a whole new way of living
chorous x2
bridge:
elevate me, captivate me
teach me all i do not remember
i will save you
you will save me
let's jump into the waterfall together
see the world thru one eye
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Heartless - My Cover of Kanye West's Song
Apologies for the absolute SHIT recording. Ya work with what ya got til you got the millions to make a proper one! lol.
Friday, July 03, 2009
the damage
the moon night rush....yea you told me it all was done....yea you poured that bittersweet bullshit out of your heart.....spit it all over me my open wounds danced in your salt....and I gazed in your eyes begging for the reversal...some chemical transgression alas? .....no the devil spoke to me in my dreams...he's draggin' me down into alcohol and manipulated mind control , because of you love, because of the damage.......
sometimes I glance back at the sun, stare it hard in the eye bleaching my retinas dry.....because of you love, because of the damage you've done....you're not aware you're not fucked over as you've swallowed the iguana without my achilles heel.....yea you sit on your throne writing scrolls....I bow at your blessed feet, like a fool.....and I eat because I'm starving, I eat my own flesh because it's so disgusting.....because of you love, because of the damage.........did you choose to walk it off.....was it that simple to rip the veins of me out......I'm not quite something not quite anything not nothing or everything.....you've left me a puddle of delusion love.....I question every question and thought......you said move it along.....like the workers at an amtrack fading on.....well fuck you love.....fuck you and I will kill the demon in your cold soul......fuck you love because of the damage love, the damage.
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