Down in La-la land.
Jan. 3rd, 2010 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Spent the whole day doing nothing.
Changed my layout, profile, added all the links. Feel free to add me wherever you want :)
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Y/Y? I know it's a little creepy...:P
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Y/Y? I know it's a little creepy...:P
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Date: 2010-01-03 08:15 pm (UTC)So...what the hell are you waiting for?! Link me to the song and the lyrics! And....mmm....I'd really appreciate the translation...*puppy eyes*
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Date: 2010-01-03 08:33 pm (UTC)these are the lyrics (forgive the multiple mistakes I'm sure I made):
It's 7am and the city is waking up; there will be who will get it right and who, as always, will get it wrong.
The masked ball is starting, as consciences will dance, and inside of every bar there will be someone who judges and gives easy verdicts.
Everything's losing its meaning, as I lose my words in between a mirror and what's in front of it: I'll need you to teach me my own name.
And amongst regret and a delicious pain, a man made of glass just got shattered.
The end means a new beginning: my needs are my own addictions.
A few years ago I think I died, but I didn't realize it until I saw the blood on my chains; and still, from the direction they keep repeating that everything's fine.
When I walk down the streets, all I can breathe is more tension, amidst who refuses to greet me and who simply waves his pitchfork at me; and I spit, I bite, I push and I kick, but I don't succeed at interfering.
Four thousand nightlights, crazy people, balconies decorated to celebrate this festivity; there is blood on my chains, but they keep telling me that everything's fine.
In the center of a masted avenue walks a dejected man, who keeps trying to figure out where the fuck did he go wrong; there is so much blood on my chain...but everything's fine.
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Date: 2010-01-03 08:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-03 08:51 pm (UTC)it makes me sad because he has buckets of talent, way more than others who are better looking and with a better advertising department.
*le sigh*
glad you liked it, and glad I can spread his music a little further <3
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Date: 2010-01-03 09:02 pm (UTC)