R.E.M. - Losing My Religion

Ohh Life is bigger..... It's bigger than you And you are not me...
The lengths that I will go to.... The distance in your eyes...
Oh no I've said too much ....I set it up

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spotlight ..Losing my religion
Trying to keep eye on you...And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much ..I set it up

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper...Of every waking hour I'm ...choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you ...like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool

Oh no I've said too much ...I haven't said enough ...
Well, Consider this, Consider this, The hint of the century
Consider this,..this words..

That brought me to my knees ...failed
What if all these fantasies ...come... flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Yeahh ,yeahh

But that was just a dream

That was just a dream

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion
Trying to keep eye on you ...And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much... I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

That was just a dream try.. try.. trying yeah...

That was just a dream

Just a dream

Just a dream

Dream

Dream

Dream
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# Posté le vendredi 02 mai 2008 15:51

AMV

Une des rares pubs qui me fait vraiment rire en ce moment.

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# Posté le mercredi 09 avril 2008 10:53

Modifié le mercredi 09 avril 2008 12:08

Matryoshka dolls

Matryoshka dolls
Today, I watched my classmates. I didn't see them as usual, I watched. Emotion, passion, impulse, instinct, call it what you want: something just keeps your mind at work. I like to think of growing up as repetitive rushes of blood to the head. Not only anger, I mean everything from talking to loving to bowling, simply any form of pointlessness. Then the rushes recede and you think you've got it all sussed out. Your internal skin coagulates, you're carved into Siberian conifer and you've grown up.
Today, I watched my classmates; and saw flies. Try staring at people blankly, and you'll see that when you look into their eyes, it won't be a community but a colony. Blink. Pause. Blink again. Why aren't we able to blink normally when we want to know how often we blink when we're normal? People are with the rat in the cage. We like looking at the sea because we want to forget those eyes that nail us down. We want to wipe the slate clean, but how can we avoid that divorce rate is at 50% because of passion? We love: we're concrete wooden carvings growing every time we look back.
I'd like to tell that thirteen year-old brat that he's going to regret his every step. "Just a bit of hindsight kid". It's not that wisening ever had a point, it's that it makes us happier. So when that kid'll tell me that I'm a nutter, I'll still be the wiser one of us; and in some ironic way, he reminds me that I'm just another fly in the human colony, passionate and helpless.
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# Posté le mercredi 02 avril 2008 12:03

Modifié le dimanche 06 avril 2008 10:50

Hmm^^

Hmm^^
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# Posté le mercredi 26 mars 2008 14:54