music Currently Listening To...

[Mickey]

R.I.P. ~ Dimebag

 

[hellyeah]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=TZUR6YhkiyU&feature=endscreen

 

[jebuu]

 

[WonderingMind]

Took me like 15 minutes to translate, so bear with me, if it's grammatically maimed

Maybe IT actually exists: Maybe IT keeps us locked in its world of symbols.
By the thought of catastrophies, war, violence IT's mouth foams of happyness and IT's saliva drips down in viscid strings onto the backs of the suffering.
Beneath that lie purulent eczemas that dig deep into the weak flesh, in wich the flies of IT's perversion, eagerly try to lay their eggs.
Many will wake, the backs full of maggots.
And IT's feverish brain weaves more fantasies. IT beguiles in the thought of most brutal abuses, barely able to bridle IT's laughter it starts to choke on doughy saliva.
IT starts to gag, heaves up some things: Things from IT's stomach, that nurished it since the beginning of time. It will break forth from IT's maw in a sour gust and spill upon us all, unwashable it will stick to our skin, eat it's way into us and cauterize the very soul from our bodies.
And sometimes IT almost devours ITself in the worst craving, cannot resist, wants to feel the flesh, wants to touch it, wants to put IT's own bare hands onto it, wants to hurt others and ITself
And so IT moves into IT's world of imaginations, choses a random body and just lets ITself drift in a soft river of emotions like a tiny down feather in the wind.
And IT cherishes IT's neighbour, like ITself
And the closeness to suffering does so well
And then IT does things... that we do not understand

Hello, pretty child, come into my garden.
I want to show you something. You'll never guess, what it is!
Come, sit in the foliage and just be beautiful
and let us breathe the night. You'll love it! You'll see.

This is my old cello
it has three strings
the fourth I strung off, but I also have it with me

Just let me take it
and put it around your neck
I want to see how it adorns you
what do you mean, it's tight?

Well, look up to the stars!
Don't be coy, stop whimpering,
while tungsten cuts skin,
and hold your breath forever.

Bleed yourself empty in silence on your fresh bed of leaves,
anticipate final eternity in blood and rosin-dust

Yes! Be yourself all over!

There lies beauty, soon to be buried
in the garden along three others.
A wonderful guest appearance. My wait was worth it.
Blood inspires to new ways to play
on my cello, with four strings again.

But wait! It's not over yet!
I'm not only playing this cordophone.
Seaching for new muses to accompany me
Because, who'd have guessed? - My piano has a lot of strings too.

There are 30 souls behind every life,
for each there's a star.
Each has been given it's own world
in wich it can be god, far far away from here.

And as we look at the stars, standing above us,
there's something from inside us, ascending
yearning, without return
only useless evanescence stays.

Has it ever felt so good, being alive?
Has it ever fels so good?
Give me life!
Give me life!

Ain't evanescence the best proof for being alive?
Haven't I once molded them from a lump of clay?
And they screamed: "Give me life!" but they were ungrateful and rendered themselves unworthy.
So let's lift up the lid to this box...

 

[hellyeah]

 

[DeathHand]

Well, I was uploading images to a thread here and listening to some Supertramp and Styx and then this song came on...

"The Australian Bush Is Like A Great Big Zoo", by The Wayfarers.

I forgot that I had cookoo shit like that loaded in my old DJ program...lol.

 

[methamphetamine]

 

[LDG]

 

[RORER-714]

 

[hellyeah]

 

[Geemonster]

 

[Geemonster]

 

[Geemonster]

 

[Eat Shit And Die]

 

[jebuu]

 

[Mickey]

 

[VIIIXIII]

Lol, animation.

 

[Sichard Rimmons]

 

[Tooly]

Liking this!!!!

 

[jebuu]