Before It Ends ...because it does, and I've learnt to smile at ending moments, even if my minds keeps track of every detail. That night I wanted to say it all, right before we closed our eyes Back then I wished I told you I felt happy, and warm with your arm around me.My mouth so wanted to smile at you and kiss you, right before time would come and take us away. I should have... I really should have. ...Kissed you a lot more.. maybe hug you more, but instead I'm regreting and staring at this other me laying on my right that says it was supposed to be that way. There's no order or sense in my lines, not tonight Just because this sad moment will end and vanish just as we did that evening, when I should have hug you a bit longer ... kissed you a bit longer. But instead I'm bending my knees closer to my chest seconds away from sleep and new hours of mixed thoughts. Because they will come, less and less but they will reminding me that moments will always end, but it doesn't mean I can't just be. 2 lines-Thought Let me show you how with one phrase I can release my head for a good night sleep: I miss you and I would do it all over again.
Making The Blood Reach My Brain They were the same He said he knew everything She said she had always assumed that way He said what he would always say She said the opposite of what she was thinking He said "What are you doing?" She tried to make sense of her response He appeared not to expect anwers She said "You will always be the same" They were different, but the same She said she would always need him He said he knew She asked him why he would act that way He said words that didn't come from his heart They are the same She says she doesn't want him away He says he won't ever be.
As I Stare I've seen them, many times in such a different way, always not the same way they see me like if there was a piece of gray glass inbetween. The whole back and forth can just be my fault and for repeated mistakes I'm sure I'll sign up. Stained relationships of old stories... Damaged friendships that keep on hiding phrases... Skins that can't feel that they really wanna feel... Blocked hearts that prefer not to taste what's there... Lips that rather stay sealed than to make things worse... And then me, staring at all of them together. I've seen them Loved them Walked them Heard them Felt them Touched them but still... Lyrics by Metric Saw the water, not the waves
Caught your eye, forgot your name Always leaving, either way I want you to stop me Episodes to fantasize TV movie of our lives The future is all mine I'll find it on my way back When I'm gone I'll know what I've done I'll go where I don't belong It's all, not one I love everything No sleep; I lose everything Oh don't tell me again I won't see you again Not one I love everything No sleep; I lose everything Oh, don't tell me again I won't see you again Saw the waves, but not the tide I couldn't stay, I don't know why A sailor married to the sea My luck is a lost key The door is locked from the inside Don't wait around, I won't arrive Keep a room somewhere for me I'll find it on my way back When I'm gone I'll know what I've done I'll go where I don't belong It's all, not one I love everything No sleep; I lose everything Oh don't tell me again I won't see you again Add I adjust, and adjust and adjust once more... because I can and because I grow when people around me is satisfied or not uncomfortable at all, like if that would only depend on me and would also cover for the burying of what I want or need. Me in a second or third place, always. Add some lying expressions, and a smile that's suppose to make them believe I'm just fine, and you'll find my current status so regular in time. I adjust, and adjust, and then keep on adjusting. And even when to all that adjustment I add all the anger of this frustation aware of the non-adjusting of others, I don't stop.
Lyrics byHooverphonic Breeding hope by counting stars Merge the bitterness the pain Which I'm sure You can explain again One gets hurt when she feels small ( And she's longing for some peace ) Beeing the center of it all ( Slow attack but fast release ) Hear the difference in vain Out of tune but just not quite the same Overwhelming as they are ( With their mistifying glow ) Breeding hope by counting stars ( As they hunger for the show ) Hear the difference in vain Out of tune but just not quite the same Storm Coming This is what happens when you choose to make me feel this way And I hate it, and I wish I could pretend you don't but you do, you so do. And I wish I could erase you from earth Make you and your movements vanish Just because what you do makes me ill My emotions can only go this far, and then I loose control over them There could be a storm coming after you leave And if your brain decides to show up again I would think before speaking... ...Your words make me ache ...Your answers sound like coming from a robot ...just choosing the right command to respond ...and I just can't believe you do that to me. Because this is what happens when you don't exist in my head or reality. Because cold is a better status, when warm doesn't match with you. I am tired, of everything, you included So I'll let the storm take part of me Because you don't care and this anger should only grow, and grow And all I think about is how much I wish things were different. Lyrics by Soda Stereo Alguna vez fue que planeamos
hacernos todo el daño de una vez dictando una sentencia desafiante no existes La polaroid sobre la silla un brillante truco de apariencia tu presencia es mi pesadilla no existes Como un extraño tic nervioso arrojo palabras gestos contra la pared Toda una noche embalsamados golpee las mismas caras una y otra vez temi por mi cerebro aprisionado en una trama vulgar Quizas deba tomarme una revancha aun tenemos cuentas que saldar deslizare mi puño por tu espalda no existes Como un extraño tic nervioso arrojo palabras gestos contra la pared pulso salvaje Destellos contra la pared no existes Renting Nothing new, nothing too impressive, just repeated words, well known phrases, heard lines by familiar ears... nothing new. Renting excuses, reasons and ideas. Many and different answers to your whys and to that bag of wondering. Like going to a small shop looking for more words from me, knowing that all these you already own, they belong to you. Shared memories, different versions of our story, dates and pieces of paper in a box... Renting images of millions of versions to our lost future, new smiles and a bunch of definitions to our bond. Because it seems like you're addicted to that sick old place. But I'm no longer there, and all that is gone, there's nothing else to rent or to borrow. Then why would you? ...Why would you? If I went back tonight, I'm sure I would have more things to rent, because this is what you keep on doing to us, giving me foundations to create new words, phrases, ideas, lines and states... why would you? If we are so much better away from there. We are. Lyrics by Metric Hold it I'm about to drop off
Let me tell you my last thought Drift into a deep fog Lost where I forgot to hold it I can feel you most when I'm alone Coming home cause I want to Hang out with a starlet Stare up at the ceiling Preview of a screening Flashback of a feeling Sixth sense of a calling I heard you fuck through the wall I heard you fuck When I'm bored I send vibrations In your direction From the satellite mind I'm not suicidal I just can't get out of bed I drift into a deep fog Lost where I forgot to hold it I can feel you most when I'm alone I can fell your ghost when I'm alone Coming home cause I want to Hang out with a starlet Stare up at the ceiling Hiding and revealing Flashback of a feeling Sixth sense of a calling I heard you fuck through the wall I heard you fuck When I'm bored I send vibrations In your direction From the satellite mind When your voice Became vibrations From the satellite mind It sounded like mine Different Kisses Simple as the color gray they rest in a separate space Locked as important papers they remain until I say otherwise Weird as backward stories they each have individual pieces of me Special as a given whisper they are gold to my needs Different kisses I don't share all the time Different kisses I don't show to the world Different kisses I protect as my greatest treasure Different kisses I didn't share in a long, long time Contagious as a pretty illness they are not for everyone Obedient as brave soldiers they wait for my instructions Different kisses I gave you Different kisses you earned Different kisses that won't ever come back to me Different kisses I would share again, and again...
Volumen Button I once dreamed about people with a volume button on their heads. One you could just turn up or down as you wanted to, letting out all the thoughts running through the mind. If I wanted to, I could turn up the volume of any head just to avoid the effort of asking, or waiting for that person to express... But that was just a freaky dream, nothing more. Reality turns out a lot differently, perhaps better than having the sound of millions of thoughts wherever we'd go. The truth is that we own them and are the only ones that can decide when to let them out in words or other ways of expression. There's no one that can make us bring that to the real scenario (in the most democratic idea), and sometimes that fact can be both hypocrite and frustrating. Knowing me, there's no need to explain why of the frustrating part, but the hypocrite goes around how some say they speak their mind all the time, or that they say exactly what they think... Honestly, why say so if it isn't true? Maybe is a phrase that can easily excuse our stupidity or the lack of courage we might fall into after saying something we'd regret later... Maybe is a phrase we wish we could believe in, but doesn't really happen that way; there is always something in our heads that we won't share, won't say or express. The avoiding of certain awkward situations or the not believing in our weakness could be the principal reasons, but that's just how it is. Then why not just assume it? Like this: "I don't say everything I think even if you're standing in front of me and my thoughts are screaming to you inside my head, I don't let them out... And I hope I could adjust to the idea that you are going through the same as me, leaving us both in mute" ... see? that wasn't so bad after all... Lyrics by The Morning Benders here I am again
trying to relearn how to breathe and how easy it sinks and slips away from me what has become of those simple loves that came to me once, so naturally sitting in my box I am reading alive disconnecting dots that I twisted in my eyes what has become of those simple loves that came to me once, so naturally Scores Amounts of time I've played a song, or I've said a certain phrase. Times I've chosen green over yellow, or coffee over tea. Some moments I've ran instead of just staying still... A record of food steps, wrong foot steps, but each one a different step to count. Times I've chosen to sealed my lips instead of speaking my mind, so many times that I can't count them anymore... Just like a foolish collection I'm ashamed of. Records of fails but lived moments, mine more than the air itself, records of my decisions... like something to be proud of. Like those I have others, and they come often to me... Clear and straight movements I can't say I don't recognize, but I let them in... add them to my wall of scores, thinking how many I can still fit in here, and how each one makes me feel. This last one I can still feel on my skin, the breath on my back and neck, the touch and the sounds of sleeping this close... Nothing in front of this new addition to my score of moments that came without thinking straight or at least, without the intention of defining at all... just living, adding and living. I struggle with them, as I stare at this room of collections, but my figure seems to know better than what my mind tries hard to understand... I must surrender to them, and assume the fact that this is it and nothing more, this is what I create and what fills my world. These moments, these souls, these stories I love to describe in my head and in these writings... like this last lovely idea of belonging to a body and beautiful soul. I've walked a few miles, and I've drawn a few pictures... as any other scores I own... Tonight I surrender to this one in particular, because I know there's no other way to go to, and no other perspective I'd like to live through. P.S.: do yourself a favor, and just listen... Lyrics by Coldplay Smoke is rising from the houses People burying their dead I ask somebody what the time is But time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without speaking Trying to take what they can get I ask you if you remember Prospekt, how could I forget? Drums, here it comes don't you wish that life can be as simple As fish swimming round in a barrel? When you've got the gun Oh when I run, here it comes We're just two little figures in a soup bowl Trying to get to any kind of control But I wasn't one Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky Here I lie on my own in a separate sky I don't wanna die on my own here tonight But here I lie on my own in a separate sky Can't As cold as my feet get, the brain starts to ache: There's nothing unconnected in my soul, and what runs through my veins can easily reflect my status. But I can't do so many other things. I can't turn water into wine, and there's just a few things I can write. Tools that I'm still missing, and powers that silently emerge from my fingers... ... you might rather loosing me instead. Not enough is the rule, and for deep waters my anxiety grows gazing through the clearness of your wishes, because my dear we can all read our lies as long as we persue honesty. I can always stay in the same mode Splashing memories on a screen, like if white was my true companion. My legs sinked in this water, by choice and now there's dirt that I must clean. I can't and I won't But I still wish I could For a situation that no one dares to risk, one that contains me For squares to mold and turn into perfect circles, because my comfort lays on what I can't adjust, your version of us. Lyrics by Metric Couldn't get you off All the gold and the guns and the girls Couldn't get you off All the boys, All the choices in the world I remember when we we're gambling to win Everybody else said better luck next time I don't wanna bend, Let the bad girls bend I just wanna be your friend Is it ever gonna be enough All the lace and the skin in the shop Couldn't get you off All the toys and the tools in the box Couldn't get you off All the noise, all the voices never stop I remember when we we're gambling to win Everybody else said better luck next time I don't wanna bend, Let the bad girls bend I just wanna be your friend Why you giving me a hard time? I remember when we we're gambling to win Everybody else said ha ha ha ha ha ha ha More and more and more and more... Balloon Seller "don't you have black balloons?" she asked the seller. But he would just sell these colors, so for that second the sadness of not having what she needed, embraced his expression. "then I'll take the blue balloon" she thought to herself while standing in front of him. He reached for the balloon, as she waited... "you can get this, but you know you don't want it" As if he knew, that as moments, balloons had expiration dates. "you see... -she replied- I just wanted to hold it for a while, even when I know the balloon doesn't actually feel a thing" "That's it, now you got it... you feel, only you feel. Because for what you're looking for, you must stop seeking for balloons, they just won't provide" he said before leaving.
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