Monday, November 10, 2003
Humm..
Just found this out:
You can't compress random data.
Trippy.
Along the lines of "Corrosion is the key: after all, ceramics are what metals want to be."
Just found this out:
You can't compress random data.
Trippy.
Along the lines of "Corrosion is the key: after all, ceramics are what metals want to be."
Friday, November 07, 2003
"Caroline talks to you softly sometimes,
She says, 'I love you... and too much.'
She doesn't have anything you want to steal...
Well, nothing you can touch."
Good morning.
She says, 'I love you... and too much.'
She doesn't have anything you want to steal...
Well, nothing you can touch."
Good morning.
Thursday, November 06, 2003
This is one of the best bands, not just in the genre of emo or indie, but ever.
lyric of the day:
Hello Dearest Love & Hanging Marionette
Appleseed Cast
"welcome home
her eyes glow
mistakes you've made
the plans you laid
your love, it means so much
a simple ring, your fingers touch
break away
your smile faints, and lets us through
plan it truth, it is to soon to ignore
she's not here
standing clear
in front of you
it's just a dream
times up, she's gone away
you had your time, but it won't stay
not this time
soon enough, you'll kill them all
every chance to break your fall
you'll get it in
she's the one
bright as the sun
stops you there
right on the stairs
and falling back
when stars are black
stripes on fire
And stripes on fire,
these hands are tired.
I'm making plans to drink away... all these words I can't escape.
I have to try to make you stay.
Because I'm alone:
stay with me this time....
stay with me this time....
stay with me this time....
Because what I'm feeling inside, I'm troubled or maybe I'm blind,
but I just can't see how this is helping me.
The stars are burning bright like the light that lights your eyes.
Why couldn't I see that you were leaving?
Because I'm alone, I need someone to be my friend.
But I cant take anyone who can't stay until the end.
And the stars are burning bright, the smoke is rising high,
the stripes are on the street, from the mountain to the sea.
Because friend you've done me wrong, left the spoils to the strong,
and preyed upon the weak, there's an end to you and me.
Because a friend can understand that there's no trust to be had.
You're just bouncing on your strings, a puppet on a screen.
I'm not sure when you left, but it started with that theft, it seems it's been so long. "
lyric of the day:
Hello Dearest Love & Hanging Marionette
Appleseed Cast
"welcome home
her eyes glow
mistakes you've made
the plans you laid
your love, it means so much
a simple ring, your fingers touch
break away
your smile faints, and lets us through
plan it truth, it is to soon to ignore
she's not here
standing clear
in front of you
it's just a dream
times up, she's gone away
you had your time, but it won't stay
not this time
soon enough, you'll kill them all
every chance to break your fall
you'll get it in
she's the one
bright as the sun
stops you there
right on the stairs
and falling back
when stars are black
stripes on fire
And stripes on fire,
these hands are tired.
I'm making plans to drink away... all these words I can't escape.
I have to try to make you stay.
Because I'm alone:
stay with me this time....
stay with me this time....
stay with me this time....
Because what I'm feeling inside, I'm troubled or maybe I'm blind,
but I just can't see how this is helping me.
The stars are burning bright like the light that lights your eyes.
Why couldn't I see that you were leaving?
Because I'm alone, I need someone to be my friend.
But I cant take anyone who can't stay until the end.
And the stars are burning bright, the smoke is rising high,
the stripes are on the street, from the mountain to the sea.
Because friend you've done me wrong, left the spoils to the strong,
and preyed upon the weak, there's an end to you and me.
Because a friend can understand that there's no trust to be had.
You're just bouncing on your strings, a puppet on a screen.
I'm not sure when you left, but it started with that theft, it seems it's been so long. "
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Something new.... something old.
"Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right."
and also...
"Dreams, inconsistent angel things.
Horses bred with star-laced wings.
But it's so hard to make them fly...
...fly
... fly."
near sob, but not truly: just the poigent reminders and rememberances in dreams drempt with notions crafted pre-irrepairable experince that just won't die notwithstanding the great disillusionment and depression forced post the apocalyptic and unequivical act.
tips, I guess.
"Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right."
and also...
"Dreams, inconsistent angel things.
Horses bred with star-laced wings.
But it's so hard to make them fly...
...fly
... fly."
near sob, but not truly: just the poigent reminders and rememberances in dreams drempt with notions crafted pre-irrepairable experince that just won't die notwithstanding the great disillusionment and depression forced post the apocalyptic and unequivical act.
tips, I guess.
