Can you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck?
Can you feel your heart beating right out of your chest?
Panic
Panic
There's something strange going on in this room
The walls are melting, I can hear the ceiling screaming to come down
I can't believe we built this room
It was meant to be a sanctuary, not a prison
There's something strange going on in this house
It's like we're pushing all these buttons tryna start a war
Amongst ourselves, but we don't know what we want
All we know's that we don't want what they want
That's what we want
(Hey) That's what they want
(Hey) That's what we want
(Hey) That's what we want
Can you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck?
Can you feel your heart beating right out of your chest?
Can you feel your bones ache like there's something within?
Can you feel your blood pumping inside of your skin?
Can you feel it?
(Panic) Panic
(Panic) Panic
Can you feel it?
(Panic) Panic
(Panic) Panic
There's something wrong with the castle they're in
Watching over every single move that we make
Try to see past their perfect smiles
They were supposed to be protectors not o-fucking-ppressors
There's something wrong with the way that they speak
Like the more they take from us the better off that we'll be
Anything to get the power they seek
All I know's that they don't want what we want
That's what we want
(Hey) That's what they want
(Hey) That's what we want
(Hey) That's what we want
Can you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck?
Can you feel your heart beating right out of your chest?
Can you feel your bones ache like there's something within?
Can you feel your blood pumping inside of your skin?
Can you feel it?
(Panic) Panic
(Panic) Panic
Can you feel it?
(Panic) Panic
(Panic) Panic
We don't want what they want
They don't want what we want
We don't want what they want
And they don't care
Panic
Panic
Panic
Kontrastas, bet gal ne toks baisus kaip gali pasirodyti. Aš irgi po savo stogu randu kai kurioms LT pop žvaigždėms vietos. Pvz, turbūt visi čia žino, kad aš esu visai nemenkas Aistės Pilvelytės mėgėjas.
Mano smegenys neregistruoja kai pamatau tokį vaizdą kaip "DjVaids mėgsta Pink Floyd dainą Time", o po apačia "DjVaids mėgsta YVA dainą Vasaros mergaitės" Bet imu pratintis jau.
Parašiau. Prašau, pakvieskit kas nors Pazistu_Mykola pasigrožėt tuo dienoraščiu... bus kaip laiko mašina 10 metų atgal, kai aš bombinau music'ą exceliniais grafikais ir Pazistu_Mykola tik ateidavo pasijuokt iš mano polinkio viskas "užstatistikinti"
Apskritai, senesniais laikais beveik visi kūrėjai pradėdavo su intencija tiesiog dalintis, be jokių monetizacijų. Tik vėliau už tai gavo atlygį. Dabar, deja, viskas korporatyvizuota (jei yra toks žodis), ir sunku pradėti be gero plano nuo pradžių.
Na, skaitoma medija visai kitą auditoriją turi, bet ir palyginti gerokai mažesnė. Tokia jau tinklaraštininkų dalia. Na bet galiausiai, svarbiausia, kad veikla patiktų ir duotų kažko gero bent keliems žmonėms. Ko daugiau ir reikia.
Nebent tai darai kaip saviraiškos būdą neturėdamas noro gauti jokios grąžos. Bet man blog'o formatas mielesnis, aš kai noriu rašau tekstus savo tinkluose ir viskas. Skaitoma medija man visuomet bus pirmiau žiūrimos medijos.