Just like scarred (the way) you touch my skin
Can you handle that shock
Fragments of words rush through me
As I see your lips move fast
Echoed voices never end
Blinded wisdom in empty hands
And as I come closer to the truth
I figure there is none
So where are you
The whore to walk, aside
And all those faces I haved lived in
Attach me to my doubtful past
Forgotten forces regain strength
Because strangers die in silence
Crosses fade in shimmering white
Obused reflexes born inside
So tell me now, where are you?
Fingers longing for this gentle chaos
Hallow bodies with draconic lips
Idyllic smiles decay in laughter Kisses stimulate
my skin
Voices dumb, without sentiments
Digusting taste and eyes so blind
Fingers numb , perceptions out of reach
breathless as a perfume kills
Perverted dreams my fractual bindings
As my puzzle falls apart
Logic questions the existence
of this strange phenomena
Hidden in those eyes
Like a gentle flimsy kiss
Believe me saying it`s not the skin
It`s the stranger inside
____________________
I am the unmaker... I bring death to the beautiful dawn.
O prioritetai man pastaruoju metu yra nauji leidimai. Dar kitas dalykas, kad naujos grupės dažnai jau nebepateikia nieko įdomaus man. Ar bent nesilygina su savo "pirmtakais", kad norėtųsi į juos gilintis.
Nauji atradimai lieka tikrai paskutinėje vietoje ir praktiškai pamirštami. Kartais tik, jeigu pagal asociaciją su kita grupe atrandu, perklausau kokias kelias dainas, ir dažnai tuo ir pasibaigia, nes reikia grįžti prie prioritetų.
Tai panaši dilema ir man. Mano JAU mėgstamos grupės kepa kūrybą tempais, kurie man žiauriai per dideli, o čia dar naujas grupes atradinėti. Dažniausiai pas mane atradimai dabar būna "nes Spotify algoritmas išmetė", o ne intentional prisėdimai prie kažko
Nes pasirodo, juose gali slėptis įdomių, netikėtų dalykų. Pvz., netyčia atradau vieną bitlų dainą, nuo kurios užsikabinau, ir paaiškėjo visas Yellow Submarine albumas įdomus. Bet kur čia spėsi perklausyt, kai tiek naujų reikia peržvelgti...
Tai niekas netrukdo. Nėra ir labai didelė diskografija studijinių albumų. O man vis dar reikia normaliai perklausyti visus klasikinius, kurių gal nei vieno albumo normaliai taip ir neperklausiau. Bitlai, Rolling Stones, Kinks...
2008 m. vasario 25 d. 17:26:08
Can you handle that shock
Fragments of words rush through me
As I see your lips move fast
Echoed voices never end
Blinded wisdom in empty hands
And as I come closer to the truth
I figure there is none
So where are you
The whore to walk, aside
And all those faces I haved lived in
Attach me to my doubtful past
Forgotten forces regain strength
Because strangers die in silence
Crosses fade in shimmering white
Obused reflexes born inside
So tell me now, where are you?
Fingers longing for this gentle chaos
Hallow bodies with draconic lips
Idyllic smiles decay in laughter Kisses stimulate
my skin
Voices dumb, without sentiments
Digusting taste and eyes so blind
Fingers numb , perceptions out of reach
breathless as a perfume kills
Perverted dreams my fractual bindings
As my puzzle falls apart
Logic questions the existence
of this strange phenomena
Hidden in those eyes
Like a gentle flimsy kiss
Believe me saying it`s not the skin
It`s the stranger inside
____________________
I am the unmaker... I bring death to the beautiful dawn.