tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936029187852168612012-02-15T23:43:01.425-08:00Fenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04241371816133334022noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793602918785216861.post-63204847538101392722009-12-01T04:06:00.001-08:002009-12-01T04:06:40.249-08:00I still remember the world<br />From the eyes of a child<br />Slowly those feelings<br />Were clouded by what I know now<br /><br />Where has my heart gone<br />An uneven trade for the real world<br />Oh I... I want to go back to<br />Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all<br /><br />I still remember the sun<br />Always warm on my back<br />Somehow it seems colder now<br /><br />Where has my heart gone<br />Trapped in the eyes of a stranger<br />Oh I... I want to go back to<br />Believing in everything<br /><br />[Latin hymn:]<br />Iesu, Rex admirabilis<br />Et triumphator nobilis,<br />Dulcedo ineffabilis,<br />Totus desiderabilis.<br /><br />Where has my heart gone<br />An uneven trade for the real world<br />Oh I... I want to go back to<br />Believing in everything<br />Oh, Where<br /><br />Where has my heart gone<br />Trapped in the eyes of a stranger<br />Oh I... I want to go back to<br />Believing in everything<br /><br />I still remember.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793602918785216861-6320484753810139272?l=linksteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04241371816133334022noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793602918785216861.post-6207350415592864892009-09-27T12:51:00.000-07:002009-09-27T12:52:19.478-07:00Someone sells us Toys™ in a cheap cartoon<br />Someone sells us Cars™ in the latest Bond™ that's coming soon<br />Someone sells us Trends™ through a sitcom star<br />Someone sells Herself™ in a docu-soap that goes too far<br /><br />Life™ on sale!<br /><br />"Could someone please just tell me what happened?<br />I mean, first we pay for fast-food that will make us all fat and tired.<br />So then we pay for elevators, so we won't have to climb the three stairs up to our apartments.<br />Then we buy freaking stairmaster™ machines<br />So we can burn away while watching someone make real food on TV.<br />Now, if that doesn't make us winners I don't know what will.<br />I bet we would hang ourselves if the world would just cut the slack.<br />And now you think maybe you should see a shrink,<br />Help you feel alive again - yeah, that's a plan!<br />Just tell us who to pay.<br /><br />Someone sells us Man™ in a White House™ speech<br />Then Woman™ tightly pressed between two bouncing breasts, on a Baywatch™ beach<br />Someone sells us Us™ everywhere I turn<br />Then introducing Them™ to earn stock-points on our concern<br /><br />All for sale, all for sale<br /><br />Welcome down to planet Earth™<br />Please don't ask us what it's worth<br />You will notice that the world you found<br />Is slightly tattered and worn down<br /><br />Someone sold us every stain<br />Now if you wish to complain<br />There's an open spot at 6 PM<br />It's when Caucasia is listening<br /><br />If you're tearing down my world<br />Please just try to do it gently<br />There is love inside<br />For a dream that has to die<br /><br />"See, it's really all about time and choice.<br />The fast food saves us enough time to squeeze lunch in exactly when we want it.<br />The elevators save us just a little more, the StairMaster™ lets us choose exactly when to walk the stairs.<br />Time is so important these days, it's becoming a fucking disease, and I guess in a way it is since it's bound to kill us all in the end.<br />Now with all the time and money we stash away on others' expense,<br />I can only assume that the tickets to hell are really expensive.<br />For some reason, it's important to be first in line."<br /><br />Someone sells us God™ in 2-for-1 with Shame™<br />Someone sells us War™ and the marketing looks just the same<br />Someone sells us Fear™ on TV each day<br />a shape for every taste; if the flavour's right, we gladly pay<br /><br />All on sale,<br />We're all on sale,<br /><br />Welcome to the only Earth™<br />Please enjoy your only birth<br />You will learn to take more than you give<br />Buying scars you must live with<br />Someone sold us every scar<br />They somehow made us what we are<br />We all want that spot at 6 PM<br />But no one is really listening<br /><br />No - not anymore<br />We're all too busy buying Sex™, buying War™<br />Buying Self-confidence™, Security™, Insurance Plans™<br />Just buying More & More™<br /><br />As you're tearing down our world<br />Please just try to do it gently<br /><br />There's still love inside<br />For the dream that has to die<br /><br />As you're tearing down our world<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793602918785216861-620735041559286489?l=linksteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04241371816133334022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793602918785216861.post-61324764108775940592009-09-27T12:50:00.000-07:002009-09-27T12:51:26.976-07:00Cribcaged<br /><br />The only cribs that we should care for<br />Are the ones that we are here for<br />The ones belonging to our children<br />That do that we do, scar from our wounds<br /><br />The only cribs that make a difference<br />Where the magic really happens<br />Don't come with a Mercedes Benz<br />Or a wide screen showing nothing<br />Showing nothing...<br /><br />I'm sick of home control devices<br />Sick of sickening home designers<br />Sick of drugs and gold and strip poles<br />Sick of homies, sick of poses<br /><br />Despite the nodding staff that serves you<br />Despite your name on clothes and perfume<br />Despite the way the press observes you<br />You're just people... you're just people...<br /><br />Successful people<br />Dressed up people<br />Smiling people<br />Famous people<br />Red carpet people<br />Wealthy people<br />Important people -<br />But still just people<br /><br />So fuck the million dollar kitchen<br />Fuck the Al Pacino posters<br />Fuck the drugs, the gold, the strip poles<br />Fuck the homies, fuck the poses<br />Fuck the walls they build around them<br />Fuck the bedroom magic nonsense<br />I don't want to hear their voices<br />As long as they vote with their wallets<br /><br />Fuck the silly "throw you out" joke<br />Fuck the framed cigar DeNiro smoked<br />Fuck their lack of originality and personality<br />Fuck this travesty<br />Fuck this new norm<br />Fuck conformity<br />Fuck their Kristal<br />Fuck their sordity<br />Fuck the way they fuck equality<br />Fuck their freebie gear<br />Fuck the ones they wear<br /><br />(you're just people - you're just people...)<br /><br />Successful people<br />Dressed up people<br />Smiling people<br />Famous people<br />Red carpet people<br />Wealthy people<br />Important people -<br />But still just people<br /><br />Messed up people<br />Shallow people<br />Stupid people<br />Plastic people<br />Meta people<br />Theta people<br />Therapyople<br />Entropyople<br /><br />Oh, fuck the ones they wear<br /><br />I'm cribcaged<br />Cribcaged<br /><br />The only cribs that we should care for<br />Are the ones that we are here for<br />The ones belonging to our children<br />That do what we do, scar from our wounds<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793602918785216861-6132476410877594059?l=linksteria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04241371816133334022noreply@blogger.com0