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Poets of the Fall -Where do we draw the line

On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down

So why do we keep up this charade
How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait

What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If it can’t be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line

The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody’s ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird

So why don’t we join the masquerade
Before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate

What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If I can’t choose my own design
Tell me where do we draw the line

Where’s the cooling wind
Where’s the evergreen field
Where’s my mother’s open arms
Where’s my father lionheart
S’like the sun’s gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn’s browns leaves
With the one who never grieves

What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If we all walk behind the blind
Tell me where do we draw the line

Whatever tomorrow wants from me
At least I’m here, at least I’m free
Free to choose to see the signs
This is my line

Regina Spektor – Samson

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn’t mention us
And the bible didn’t mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin’ on our heads
But they’re just old light, they’re just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I’d done alright
and kissed me ‘til the mornin’ light, the mornin’ light
and he kissed me ‘til the mornin’ light

Samson went back to bed
not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn’t bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn’t destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn’t mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you fïrst

 
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Scris de pe 25 Februarie 2009 în o melodie pe zi, recomandari

 

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Momente [din facultate]

Am avut un coleg care folosea tot timpul verbul a impusca.
Prin anul 2 de facultate,am pus pariu cu el ca n`are tupeu sa se duca la un examen, cu un prof super sever, imbracat in haine de vanatoare [era iarna] si sa`i spuna ca a venit sa impuste un 5.
Zis si facut, miza deja se ridica pentru ca unii il credeau in stare, unii nu. Vine ziua examenului…colegul meu intarzia… deja ne gandeam ca s`a lasat pagubas. Cand colo…intra dupa prof in sala. Imbracat in haine de vanatoare.
Toti, pe burta de ras. Proful, pe care nu l`am vazut razand niciodata, isi potriveste mai bine ochelarii pe nas, si`l intreaba pe coleg ce`i cu el imbracat asa, el numai un zambet, ii spune ca a venit sa impuste un 5.
Profu` a ras vreo 10 minute, cu lacrimi, si culmea, i`a pus 5.

Noi nici nu ne asteptam sa`l primeasca in examen, d`apai sa`l mai si treaca pentru asa ceva.

Anul urmator, s`a dus altu` imbracat la fel… profu` il intreaba ce`i cu el, el ii zice ca`i la vanatoare… si profu` ii spune: imi pare rau, dar sezonul de vanatoare s`a incheiat!

 
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Scris de pe 17 Februarie 2009 în povesti, Studentie

 

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Post special…

I wanna go to bed with arms around me
But wake up on my own
Pretend that I’m still sleeping
Til’ you go home

Oh I can’t look at you this morning
I should probably have a sign
That says ‘Leave right now or quicker’
You’ve overstayed your time

If I don’t believe in love nothing will last for me

If I don’t believe in love nothing is safe for me
When I don’t believe in love you’re too close to me
And that’s why you have to leave

Maybe I slept peaceful on your shoulder
Your arm warm around my side
But it’s different now, it’s morning
And I can’t face your smile

The second that I feel your safe hands
Reaching out for mine
I slip away and out of sight
You’ve overstayed your time

If I don’t believe in love nothing is good for me
If I don’t believe in love nothing will last for me
When I don’t believe in love nothing is new for me
Nothing is wrong for me
And nothing is real for me

When I don’t believe in love why do you care for me?
When I don’t believe in love nothing is real for me
If I don’t believe in love you’re getting to close to me
And that’s why you have to leave
And that’s why you have to leave

If I don’t believe in love
If I don’t believe in love
If I don’t believe in love
Nothing is left for me
If I don’t believe ïn love
You’re too good for me

…pentru o persoana speciala

 
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Scris de pe 16 Februarie 2009 în recomandari

 

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Senzational si de ultima ora!

Pe perioada crizei economice guvernul roman va asigura slujbe pentru someri.
Ele vor fi oficiate de preoti, episcopi si mitropoliti.

 
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Scris de pe 14 Februarie 2009 în barfa mica

 

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Penultima sesiune

M-a transformat intr-un robot.
Examen, invatat [pt urmatorul examen],munca,invatat + fituici/servite dupa caz,2-3 de somn, si a2a zi de la capat…
Nu mai stiu ce gust are berea. Cafeaua e in loc de apa.Cofeina MUUULTA. Nu stiu cum mai arata orasul. Vorbesc mult la telefon, mult prea mult.
La munca toata lumea e stresata, ma termina psihic.
Inca putin… si revin in forma…
Si da, mi-e dor sa rad!!!

 
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Scris de pe 13 Februarie 2009 în barfa mica, oameni..., Studentie

 

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Snif snif!

Plimbarile tacute din miez de noapte miros a primavara!

 
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Scris de pe 6 Februarie 2009 în barfa mica

 

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Poets of the Fall – Carnival of Rust

D’ you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need,
And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed?
Of implication, insinuation and ill will, ‘til you cannot lie still,
In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil come closing in for a kill

Come feed the rain
‘cause I’m thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
‘cause without your love my life ain’t nothing but this carnival of rust

It’s all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don’t need
I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before

Come feed the rain…
‘cause I’m thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
‘cause without your love my life ain’t nothing but this carnival of rust
Yeah, feed the rain
‘cause I’m thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
‘cause without your love my life ain’t nothing but this carnival of rust

Don’t walk away, don’t walk away, oh, when the world is burning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away, oh, when the heart is yearning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away, oh, when the world is burning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away, oh, when the heart is yearnïng

 
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Scris de pe 4 Februarie 2009 în o melodie pe zi, recomandari

 

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