July 30, 2008

the used - take it away

I’m lying to myself
And this dagger’s my excuse
I’m a pawn
I should have paid up
And I left an hour late
I was laid up

I must abuse myself
I’m against all that I’ve made up
Set in stone the sun will come
And I hate light
You know I hate light
To me it looks so pretty burning

Burn the sun
Burn the light
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand
Take my life
Take take take take take take it away

I must have caught something
In the heat of all these dances
I’m a worm with no more chances
And I’ve lost all doubt
In a chemical romance

I can’t stop itching
Over thoughts of tarnished hope
It’s kind of funny
Lonely feeling
I’m not in love
You know it’s not love
To me it looks so pretty burning

Brothers and sisters
I’m right here with you
Cause everyone’s got one
A story to kill me
I’m so apathetic in my resentment
Living, loving, knowing not…

Take my hand
Take my life
Take my heart take my mind
Take my life take my life

Take my life.

July 26, 2008

urbandub - inside the mind of a killer

My mind can’t take it
So what am I to do
When you find out the alcohol can’t
Numb the pain like it used to?
I replay the scenes of endless dreams
That once was yours and mine
When’d you find out
When’d you find out
You didn’t love me anymore?
My heart can’t take it
Cuz you keep breaking it
I let my guard down for you
Just give me one more try
Give me one more try
Give me one more chance to make things right

How can I beg
And convince your love to stay with me
I’m at a loss when
All you wanna say is goodbye
I should’ve known better
You don’t have to try anymore
I’ll find better comfort in the arms of another
My heart can’t take it
Cuz you keep on breaking
How could you do the things you do?
I’m so sorry for the mistakes that I’ve made
I’ve only changed for the better
How could you do the things you do?
I’m so sorry that I hurt you
Yes I’ve hurt you
‘You’ve made this heart break
So say it if you mean it
If you don’t, don’t say it
If you don’t, say nothing at all
Made this heart break
So say it if you mean it
If you don’t, don’t say it
I let my guards down for you

July 23, 2008

saves the day - nightingale

And I will flail under these lights that seep down from the bitter sky tonight
and I will kick and beat my wrists together
and feel an ocean breathing waves, feel them licking at my face.
Ceilings don’t exist and there are no floors beneath me.
If I were king of this night, would you become my queen?

And I hope, your majesty that you like your position.
I’ll do everything I can to keep you by my side
and I’ll stare off through the darkness to find us a kingdom.
Just kiss me before I go.

I’ll have to walk a thousand miles just to find the ground deserving of your feet.
You could throw me down and walk on me
and I’d just look on through my love and through the haze.

The nightingales are singing now.
They’re calling out our marriage to our subjects on their knees.
Their jewelery is thrown into the air.
They sigh at their release as their shackles hit the ground.
The trumpets call out now.
We’re home at last.

July 13, 2008

page 89 on brida

…She went back to bed and soon fell asleep. Before she did, though, she remembered another story about her father. It was Sunday, and they and all the family were having lunch at her grandmother’s house. She must have been bout fourteen, and sher was complaining about not being able to do a piece of homework, because every time she started, it went wrong.

“Perhaps the times when it goes wrong are teaching you something”, said her father. But Brida was sure that she’d taken the wrong path and that there was no way to put things right.

Her father took her by the hand and led her into the living room, where her grandmother used to watch television. There was a large, antique grandfather clock, which had stopped years before because it could no longer be repaired.

“Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong, my dear”, said her father, looking at the clock. “Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.” - excerpt from Brida (Paulo Coelho)

July 10, 2008

vietnamese proverb

"When eating fruit, think of the person who planted the tree."

July 5, 2008

fable about alchohol

Once upon a time a Buddhist lama was traveling in the steppe as a "badarch," a holy man that brings blessings to the nomad families in exchange for food and lodging. It was close to sunset, and he came upon a lone ger and some livestock. When he approached the ger a young woman came out to greet him. She was the only person living there.
When he requested hospitality she said he could stay the night only under one condition. He had to choose to do one of three things. He could drink alcohol, sleep with her, or sacrifice a goat. The last was taboo for lamas since only shamans sacrifice goats. Since all three choices were in some degree sinful, he had a difficult decision. He decided that drinking alcohol would be the least harmful.

He drank the alcohol, and while he was drunk he killed the goat. When he woke up the next morning he was in bed with his hostess. He then learned that drinking alcohol is a small sin but it can easily make a man do bad things under its influence.