FEEL SO LOW SOME DAYS
AND ONLY I CAN TASTE
RESENT SECURITY
OBSCURING ALL I SEE

IN MY MIND
IN MY MOUTH
IN MY SOUL
ONLY YOU PROVIDE THESE SYMPTOMS THAT I SHOW

I COULD GO OUT IN STYLE
GO BACK FROM WHERE I CAME
BUT LUCK SEES TO US ALL
AND RARELY PLAYS THE GAME

WE'VE SEEN IT ALL THROUGH MANY YEARS OF LONESOME HELL
BACK TO A PLACE WHERE WE ALL TERMINATE

В колонках играет - DopeStarsInc - Lost
Настроение сейчас - SCHMood

спокойной ночи...Остальным привет...

сплошой разврат в интернете.Все , селяви.
Just so more Velvet darkness in my heart.
No long live , so slide my mind.
"rise with the fallen"
....

New time...I see the storm.

..нет этому не будет конца..хватит..хватит..

боль и пустота...

уже год слушаю эту группу...
уже год она меня поражает...
уже год кто меня знает...
знают ,что ничего хорошего нет,когда я ее слушаю..

Theatre Of Tragedy - Black As The Devil Painteth

An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth -
Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?,
O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionless it quivereth,
Minding not that my hands are more than apt;
My Muse,

Where is hidden
The blue-huéd arch'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry,
The flowery meadow, embrac'd by the horizon - snowflakéd and aery mountains,
In which the barebreastéd maidens dance to the lay o' midsummer,
Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore.

O Canvas!, wherefore canst thou these images not allow? -
I deem a projection of my Theatre they should be! -
Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine -
What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to be skillfully paintéd?

The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd, blustery clouds,
Unadornéd the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood,
The maidens chainéd and whippéd within a dreary dungeon -
And, lo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave:
"The Devil is as Black as he Painteth" -
O Canvas! wherefore?...

..завораживает исполнение песни иногда...Правда замиксованое только завораживает...сочетание Emilie Autumn и DOpeStarsInc бесподобное.
особенно,как она произносит
"I wont see your suffering,i wont see your pain,i wont see your suffering,i wont see your hate.."

Emilie Autumn - LIAR
I want to hold you to the sun
I want to be your faithful one
I want to show you all the beauty you don't even know you hold
I'm hurting you for your own good
I'd die for you, you know I would
I'd give up all my wealth to buy you back the toy you never sold

I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart
You'll never be decieved

Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, Liar

I want you to heal you pretty sweet
(I want to heal you pretty sweet )
I'll throw rose petals at your feet
I'll spend eternity comparing all my poetry to yours
I want to see love through your eyes
(I'll throw rose petals at your feet )
You'll never have to compramise
I'd give up all my fame to bite your demons and your bloody woes

I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart
You'll never be decieved

Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar

Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
Are you suffering?
I want your suffering
I want your beautiful suffering
I want to see your pain
Are you suffering?
I want your suffering
I want your beautiful suffering
I want to see your pain
Are you suffering?
I want your suffering
I want your beautiful suffering
I want to see your pain
Are you suffering?
I want your suffering
I want your beautiful suffering
I want it! I want it!

I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart
You'll never be decieved

I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart
You'll never be decieved

Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, liar, liar, liar
Liar, Liar
Liar, Liar

I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave

В ночном разговоре,стало ясно...Что я стал надоедать ей...Хотя это мне стало ясно уже давно...Как я чувствую...Ей нужна совсем другая жизнь...Но моя жизнь без нее ,это уже не знаю...
Наверное как и ее жизнь без меня..хотя не знаю...

это и будет,очередным постом без ответа...

...кажется я понимаю ,одного человека...когда в сердце есть еще ктото другой...

cyber-goth rock'n'roll затягивает..хоть она и электронная музыка,рок - не все то,что на гитаре.Просто музыка чувств какаято...Проникает,чуть глубже под кожу,чем все остальное и будто готов отдать ей всю глубину тела...Смотря мутными глазами в монитор,а он как тысячи иголок,в свою очередь,протикает лучами их.Больно,но я еще тут. 1:00 , 0:59 , 0:58 , 0:57 ...скоро кончится песня и по кругу... 0:52 ,0:51 ...
Dead Is The New Alive.
Despair's the new survival
A pointless point of view
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win

Dead is the new alive
Life's only living rival
A casket built for two
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win

So take me now or take me never
I won't wait
You're already late
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive?
Dead is the new alive

Dead is the new alive
A gothic play revival
The last act of the show
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You never win

So take me now or take me never
I won't wait
You're already late
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive?
Dead is the new alive

What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed fight?
What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed, blessed, blessed fight?
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life

Alive, alive alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Dead is the new alive
Alive, alive alive
Dead is the new alive
Alive, alive alive
Alive
Dead is the new alive
Alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
(Dead is the new alive)

Вышел из метро,пошел в магазин...И..Остановился..Я вспомнил,то,что я видел сегодня когда шел с практики..и после...Облака.Я их люблю,примерно так же как ненавижу все вокруг них.Да.Именно так,так же "сильно".Словно город.
Мегаполис из иерархии черных облаков,серых и белых,плавно перетекает в залив белой краски,размазаной небрежно по небу,словно размазаная пальцем ,по фиолетово-голубому холсту с явный оттенком крема и крем-брюле.
Мегаполис,чуть дальше идет пригород ,а дальше война,огонь,все горит,облака кончаются...Это был закат империи дождей.