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Thursday, 22 July 2010

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    Hotel
    By Moby
    Where You End
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    INCEPTION

    Music blares in his ears, he stands by the door,
    Into the vast nothingness, his eyes do bore,
    Physically he's present, but his mind isn't there,
    Pushed and shoved, he doesn't seem to care,
    The thought was planted, like a weed it grows,
    His face is placid, none of his turmoil shows,
    He is a man consumed, nothing else matters,
    Silence overcomes him, the music it shatters,
    The faces begin to fade, his reality is a dream now,
    Free will is long dead, to the thought he must bow,
    Everything around is now a blur, the tracks are all he sees,
    Smiling, he steps off the edge, a cure for his disease.

Thursday, 01 July 2010

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    In This Life
    By Jet Black Stare
    Rear View Mirror
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    SILENCE

    Talking and writing, they aren't too hard,
    But to change the way that people feel,
    Regardless of whether by voice or card,
    It is the pauses, that seal the deal.
    Long speeches, they are easy to make,
    Many a word, is most easily thrown,
    But no matter how many sentences you take,
    In the silences, the true meaning is known.

Wednesday, 24 February 2010

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    Swan Songs
    By Hollywood Undead
    Undead
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    AD INFINITUM

    For the hundredth time, he picks up the phone,
    Once again, it ends with a busy tone.

    As before, he swallows his pride,
    Once again, he is taken for a ride.

    Like the in past, he gives his trust,
    Once again, be broken it must.

    As always, he hangs on to hope,
    Once again, someone cuts the rope.

    For ever and a day, does he patiently wait,
    Once again, he is denied by fate.

    Others’ problems, put before what ails him,
    Once again, he is dismissed on a whim.

    Never was it, that he wasn’t there,
    Once again, no one does care.

    Of mistakes, he has made none,
    Once again, the blame he has won.

    Just that time, he needed his space,
    Once again, someone’s in his face.

    One last time, he gives it a shot,
    Once again, he gets but nought.

Saturday, 16 May 2009

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    Mad World
    By Michael Andrews, Gary Jules
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    CONFESSIONS OF A DANGEROUS MIND

    The hunger, it calls out from the dark,
    Thirst for blood, to extinguish a spark,
    The victim chosen, marked for the slay,
    Lamb to slaughter, like hapless prey,
    After days of stalking, frustration is whet,
    At last the day is fixed, and the venue is set,
    The tools are readied, clothing is all black,
    Like the Grim Reaper, but the scythe is lack,
    The moment arrives; the quarry is in sight,
    Jumped from behind, not much of a fight,
    The cold steel blade meets warm skin,
    Excitement now, where frustration had been,
    A deep thrust, another to be sure,
    Crimson stains, it will shine no more,
    Screams of agony, Music of sorts,
    Body goes limp, the face contorts,
    Drenched in blood, high on the kill,
    Symphony of death, Time stands still.



Thursday, 09 April 2009

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    The Joker
    By Steve Miller Band
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    THE SEARCH

    Some seek it in the arms of God,
    And so daily do they kneel and pray.
    Some seek it in meditation and solitude,
    And so in the mountains do they stay.

    Some seek it in neighbours and friends,
    And so kindly do they help them out,
    Some seek it in the fruits of labour,
    And so toil endlessly without doubt.

    Some seek it in childhood innocence,
    And so as a child they wish to remain.
    Some seek it in the bottle of spirit,
    And so do they drink and kill the pain.

    A billion seekers out on a quest,
    To seek what no mortal has ever found,
    Different ways, different means,
    But alas, the possibilities have no bound.

    Countless failures and loss of hope,
    Dark secrets, No solution seems near,
    Yet they keep on seeking the answer,
    Eternal question, why are we here?