Wrote something in my german blog. Read it here.
On another note, I deepend my love-hate relationship with Anathema. It is always disconcerting when a mere songtext hurts. But like all good depressive bands there are sparks between the darkness and one of them is that from their song “release”.
I won’t quote the rest of the song, if you’re interested, listen to it. For me it is the story of two people broken (of course) and somewhat connected (of course) but not through the events that broke them. It is a reminder that time can heal and that at the end a better future (emotionally, in this case) will dawn. You just have to go on.
Pity it’s never that easy.
(And yes, all this was simply because I have nothing in english to publish^^)
the shallow pain EP – II
Beautiful
mirror keeps on lying
and you keep on defying
scraping off the crust
the normal body rust
people say you’re beautiful
they listen when you cry
people say you’re beautiful
can someone tell me why?
your skin on your sleave
the inside hollowed out
when youth takes it’s leave
can you cope with the doubt
people say you’re beautiful
they listen when you cry
people say you’re beautiful
can someone tell me why?
never said an honest word
never really cried
never accepted other lifes
never formed a thought
people say you’re beautiful
they listen when you cry
people say you’re beautiful
can someone tell me why?
the shallow pain EP – I
I have an imaginary band. I call it “the wicked parliament” and they make good music – at least inside my head. Guess most people have something like this. This is some of the stuff I made for it, out of the usual reasons, boredom and such.
It’s all from about June last year.
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morningrise
langsam geht die Sonne auf
niemand der dir sagt
ob dir das Licht gefallen muss
jeden Tag dasselbe
seelenlose Prozeder
niemand außer dir allein
gibt jedem Morgen seinen Sinn
niemand außer dir
steh endlich auf.
signs of spring
purposeful down the steps
deep breaths for the tight chest
nightfall takes its time
flying creatures greet
plants reach out for life
signs of spring
meant to be sung and/or screamed – 08.12.08)
two dot change
spat out tender killing venom
snakeskin thin and burning
patience threshold
border of restraint
abrupt change of colour
in the eyes
long since forgotten
victorian gentlemen
breathing the rock
embracing the hard place
in twelve ringing steps
coming for you
keep the cross away
just another poison, doesn’t work
so give in, breathe the venom
apupt change of colour
in the eyes..
if
03.03.08
some nights when I’m bored
with staring at mother luna
I wonder what would happen
If I made you one of us
would you face become
more beautiful than now
would your muscles grow
outdo me easily
what would happen
if I bit you tonight
changed you tonight
killed you tonight
would the frenzy take control
throw you into pools of blood
would venom flow when you speak
a sweet trap for the carefree
what would happen
if I bit you tonight
changed you tonight
killed you tonight
mother moon is soothing
you’ll never be changed
I’ll never break the skin you bear
it’s not a decision for tonight
what would happen
if I bit you tonight
changed you tonight
killed you tonight
intermediate
02.03.08
why does it never
change altogether
when I’m not around you
you wander away
when I take a step forward
the intermediate section (to you)
it breaks in two (breaks in two)
just falls apart (falls apart)
why did we never
sat down together
strangeld the problem
no one gives the kids know how
the hell just keeps on burning
the sky just keeps on turning
the vibe just keeps on fading (away)
when I take a step forward
the intermediate section (to you)
it breaks in two (breaks in two)
just falls apart (falls apart)
7.02.08
advice
hallsized silence fails to cascade
it’s what you crave
silence in your head
ceasing to bleed
stopping to cry
finding some sleep
yet acid is injected
into you every day
and you feel like you’re breaking
enduring constant decay
and I keep on listening
automatic responses
eyes set to calm but
invisible of course
lines are created
pictures are drawn
my head is getting drained
and all of your troubles
all of the pain
just keep on coming
just keep on coming
I can’t give a gust
force to push away dust
cause it’s painted on
and you bought the ink
and you call me a liar
a friend or just nothing
depends on your problem
and I feel I’ve seen them all
are you really trying
do you really fight
is it easy to use me
is it why you keep coming
what am I supposed to do
you keep on talking
you are not alone
so many people
fight for room in my head
23.12.07
red is the new black
they said and sold their smiles
got looks from sleeping in dead cars
the looks of rotting bodies
stolen beauty
red is the new black
is what they said and killed
the old black out of boredom
it wasn’t cool
it wasn’t theirs
red is the new black
they didn’ care
put it away
deadened all sound
red was their new black
it wasn’t ours.
nothing
nothing (9.12.07)
by the lines I draw
between the stars you’ve paited on the sky
things feel pretty strong
pretty easier
pretty intense
sometimes pretty scarce
what I know
is what you feel
but what I see
is nothing
by the thoughts you form
between the verge of sleep and wake
things seem rather certain
burning on the edge of ashes
but they sink
like trust
to the ground
what you want
is what I want
but what we get
is nothing
