June 2011 Archives

Your cruel device Your blood, like ice
One look could kill My pain, your thrill

Your mouth, so hot Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins You're poison
I don't want to break these chains You're poison

One look could kill My pain, your thrill

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains

Poison, oh no
Runnin' deep inside my veins,
Burnin' deep inside my veins
It's poison I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

--Alice Cooper - Poison

Tell me what to do
Now the light in my life is gone from me
Is it always the same
Is the night never ending

Tell me what to do
All the hopes and the dreams went wrong for me
There's a smile on my face
But I'm only pretending

Tell me what to do
Now there's nobody watching over me
If I seem to be calm
Well it's all an illusion

Tell me what to do
When the fear of the night comes over me
There's a smile on my face
Just to hide the confusion

Taking my life
One day at a time
Cause I can't think what else to do
Taking some time
To make up my mind
When there's no one to ask but you...

--Alan Parsons Project - Same Old Sun

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape- descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.

Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.

And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.

Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.

This is her story.

--Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy part IV - So long, and thanks for all the fish

Don't question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
to a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost
At such a cost

There's no time to lose, I heard her say
catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
and you will lose your mind.
Ain't life unkind'

--Rolling Stones - Ruby Tuesday

Oh what a price we pay
For the things we say
And the closer I get to you
The further you move away

All the lies we tell
In the games we play
And the longer I think it over
The harder it is to stay

You didn't want to know
I could have told you so
But the moment I think it's over
The further there is to go

Just a little word
Such an easy way
But the longer I think about it
The harder it is to say

Sooner or later I'll be free
To leave the past behind
Sooner or later you're gonna be
The last thing on my mind

Little by little I'm finding out
The truth behind your eyes
Maybe if I don't show
I thought you might like to know
You're gonna be the last thing on my mind 

--Alan Parsons Project - Sooner Or Later

Who knows where the road may lead us, only a fool would say
Who knows if we'll meet along the way
Follow the brightest star as far as the brave may dare
What will we find when we get there
Who knows where the winds will blow us, only a fool would say
Who knows if we'll ever reach the shore
Follow a rising sun with eyes that may only stare
What kind of fire will burn us there? What kind of fire?
Only a fool would say

Under clear blue skies our voices rise in songs of glory
And for all those years our eyes and ears were filled with tears
Who knows where the world may turn us, only a fool would say
Who knows what the fates may have in store
Follow the light of truth as far as our eyes can see
How should we know where that may be? How should we know?

Then the angry skies, the battle cries, the sounds of glory
And for all those years our eyes and ears were filled with tears
Who knows where the road may lead us, only a fool would say
Who knows what's been lost along the way
Look for the promised land in all of the dreams we share
How will we know when we are there? How will we know?
Only a fool would say

... the war is won the battle's over
... for the lion and the lamb
... we thank the lord the danger's over
... behold the mighty hand
... the night is gone the waiting's over
... there's peace throughout all the land

Until the next time

--The Alan Parsons Project - La Sagrada Familia

Nothing's good the news is bad 
The heat goes on and it drives you mad 
Scornful thoughts that fly your way
You should turn away cause there's nothing more to say 

You gave the best you had to give 
You only had one life to live 
You fought so hard you were a slave
After all you gave there was nothing left to save 

You've got nothing left to lose 
(you've got nothing left to lose)
No you've got nothing left to lose 
(who'd wanna be standing in your shoes) 

You read the book you turn the page 
You change your life in a thousand ways 
The dawn of reason lights your eyes
With the key you realise
To the kingdom of the wise 

You've got nothing left to lose 
(you've got nothing left to lose)
No you've got nothing left to lose 
(who'd wanna be standing in your shoes) 

Nothing ventured nothing gained 
No more lingering doubt remained 
Nothing sacred or profane
Everything to gain
Cause you've nothing left

--The Alan Parsons Project - Nothing Left to Lose

two little pigs sitting on a rock
one named yoyo - the other, not
happy pigs grinning wide
and existentially satisfied

did they decide to move on?
nope, just sitting satisfied and grin on

whose the other one called "not"?
is he waiting on the spot?

will he stay or will he be gone?
look, he is still on the stone

stone's big enough for two
what will they do if third comes too?

four will form a real team
so much fun just jumpin'

jumping from the stone to stone
enjoying not being all alone! 

Halls of justice painted green
Money talking
Power wolves beset your door
Hear them stalking
Soon you'll please their appetite
They devour
Hammer of justice crushes you
Overpower 

Lady justice has been raped
Truth assassin
Rolls of red tape seal your lips
Now you're done in
Their money tips her scales again
Make your deal
Just what is truth? I cannot tell
Cannot feel 

Justice is lost
Justice is raped
Justice is gone
Pulling your strings
Justice is done
Seeking no truth
Winning is all
Find it so grim
So true
So real 

--Metallica - And Justice for All

It's all the same, only the names will change 
Every day it seems we're wasting away 
Another place where the faces are so cold 
I'd drive all night just to get back home 

Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days 
And the people I meet always go their separate ways 
Sometimes you tell the days by the bottle that you drink 
And times when you're alone all you do is think 

I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back 
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back 
I been everywhere, still I'm standing tall 
I've seen a million faces and I've rocked them all 

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride 
I'm wanted dead or alive 
I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side 
I'm wanted dead or alive 

--Bon Jovi - Wanted Dead Or Alive

Just as sure as none at all
It'll drain the power that's in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You're the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you
Every time
Too much love will kill you
It'll make your life a lie
Yes, too much love will kill you
And you won't understand why
You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end...

--Queen - Too much love will kill you

Is there no sign of light as we stand in the darkness?
Watching the sun arise
Is there no sign of life as we gaze at the waters?
Into the strangers eyes

And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
For we shall seek and we shall find Ammonia Avenue

If we call for the proof and we question the answers
Only the doubt will grow
Are we blind to the truth or a sign to believe in?
Only the wise will know

And word by word they handed down the light that shines today
And those who came at first to scoff, remained behind to pray
Yes those who came at first to scoff, remained behind to pray

When you can't hear the rhyme and you can't see the reason
Why should the hope remain?
For a man will be tired and his soul will grow weary
Living his life in vain

And who are we to justify the right in all we do?
Until we seek until we find Ammonia Avenue

Through all the doubt somehow they knew
And stone by stone they built it high
Until the sun broke through
A ray of hope, a shining light Ammonia Avenue

--Alan Parsons Project - Ammonia Avenue 

--Tomáš Hajzler - Snaž se to daleko dotáhnout! vs. Dělej, co miluješ!

Raz poviem žil som, stálo to za to   | Once I'll tell that I lived, it was worth it
Ten, kto má smer, nájde svoj cieľ    | The one who has a direction will find his destiny
Túlavé cesty dažďom a blatom         | Wandering roads through rain and mud
modriny, jazvy, trápenie tiel        | bruises, scars, suffering of the bodies
                                     | 
V hlave nebezpečný náklad            | Dangerous goods inside the head
zápalku pod dynamit,                 | with a safety match under the dynamite
ak ma dáky výbuch čaká               | if there is an explosion waiting
potom asi má to tak byť,             | then it's probbaly suppose to be like that
                                     | 
Výšky, pády, rýchle jazdy            | Hights, falls, fast drives
nech sa anjel strážny zblázni        | let our guardian angel go crazy
na mále predsa nezáleží              | we don't care for a few
Dobre vieme, že nás láka             | We know well that it's tempting
osud Jacka Kerouaca                  | the destiny of Jack Kerouac
osud tých, čo chcú svoje sny žiť     | the destiny of the people who wants to live their dreams
                                     | 
Sú pravdy, ktoré neučia v škole      | There are truths that are not tought in the school
nevie ich ani najlepší žiak          | not even the best schoolboy knows them
Až sám to zistím, aký mám dolet      | Only when I find out what is my range
a kto sa bude posledný smiať         | and who will be the last to laugh
                                     | 
Nám v duši lieta búrkový motýľ       | There is a storm butterly in our soul
Možno si zajtra zlámeme väz          | Maybe we break our neck tomorrow
Všednosť si trúfa, že nás raz skrotí | Everydayness dare to think it will domesticate us
Ak, tak až zajtra, dnes je však dnes | If, then only tomorrow, today is today

--Elán - Nebezpečný náklad

Juan Antonio: "My father is a poet."
Viki: "Perhaps I could read your father's work...?"
Juan Antonio: "But my father does not publish."
Viki: "Tell me why wouldn't your father publish his poems!?"
Juan Antonio: "He hates the world. That is his way of getting back at it."
...
Viki: "Well, what makes him so angry toward the human race?"
Juan Antonio: "Because after thousands of years of civilization they still haven't learned to love."

--Vicky Cristina Barcelona

And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark

Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's watching you

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's someone there

Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklores
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there

When I'm walking a dark road
I am a man who walks alone

--Iron Maiden - Fear Of The Dark