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Post by Majsju on Dec 19, 2003 22:18:30 GMT -5
So Strong Their Hands
So strong their hands
So strong, so cold
Strikes with The Right of The Strong
So strong their hands
Tenderly caressing the barbed wire
So strong around their victim's throat
So strong their hands
So cold their eyes
So blind now, oh so blind
Oh, that hands like those can exist
oh, that hands like those can rule
Hands without heart
Every single touch a weapon
So strong their hands
Never feel anything
Never feel, never ever
So strong their hands
So dead their heart
can never see the other one
So strong their hands
So strong, so greedy
So cold their eyes
How can hands like these be allowed to exist?
How can hands like these be allowed to exist?
Every single touch a weapon
Every single breath a lie
Dedicated to Israel, and the war criminal/murderer Sharon, may he meet the ultimate punishment
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Post by Majsju on Dec 19, 2003 22:44:17 GMT -5
Her dress hangs there
A message to me tonight:
It's over now, forever,
don't call again
you and I are no more
The beer tastes bitter now,
still I order one more
Quiet, chain-smoking
Well, go then, if that's what you want
here in the bar stands the lonely
Now I am one of them
We don't speak to eachother
here you're just "Somebody"
But in a room downtown;
like an echo from when she was here
A worn old warddrobe:
Her dress hangs there
[It's a] night for those who love
I see them passing by
I produce such a beautiful smile,
still I cry inside
U2 on the stereo:
With or without you
All I ever wanted
is With you...
I'm back where I started
Single in a game for two
Trapped here with myself in the bar
Trying not to think about, that
in a room...
This is originally a song-lyric in swedish, very hastily translated into english, if you find anything that sounds a bit weird. The title is from a project I'm "working" on: using paintings of mexican artist frida Kahlo as an inspiration. But so far I've only managed this and What the Dreams gave me(frida's painting "What the Water gave me).
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Post by BloodLustD on Dec 20, 2003 23:27:40 GMT -5
oooo interesting!! and very nice i like your imagery in the first one very cool!
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Post by Lady Elessar on Dec 26, 2003 10:05:01 GMT -5
weird
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Post by Majsju on Dec 28, 2003 22:46:16 GMT -5
Weird?
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Post by BloodLustD on Dec 28, 2003 23:13:37 GMT -5
EVENSTAR be polite! i don't want the queen of moria to be insulting and rude! it's bad for our image
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Post by Lady Elessar on Dec 29, 2003 16:08:27 GMT -5
i dont mean it badly....they are just weird...theres no other way to put it...theyre just weird...hey majsju! you havent been on in a really long time!
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Post by Majsju on Dec 29, 2003 19:59:41 GMT -5
Nope, I've been visiting my parents during christmas, doing all that social-duty-mumbo-jumbo-stuff... But now I'm back home again.
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Post by Majsju on Dec 29, 2003 20:30:15 GMT -5
Just a few hoursA kitchen in an apartment
A mattress in a strange room
We didn't sleep much that night
A kiss in an eternity
Waiting had made me dumb
after hours under starlight down by the water
A floor, a mug of chocolate
A liberation from smoke and noise
We got tipsy from eachother
A look, and so glad
We lost the sense of prohibition
A shimmering dream came true
Just a few hours
that turned everything old and grey
upside down and inside out
A kiss gave life
Everything became whole at last
We sang softly to eachother
So calm, so free
No need for hard decisions
We just tasted...
In a kitchen, by a table
Emotions released
So quiet and still
with no need for words
Everything outside felt exaggerated,
silly, pretended, foolish
Just a few hours
when we came right, found that something
we felt were just good
A kitchen in an apartment
Eyes carefully meeting
Lips finally smiling again
Lips who finally knows...
Every unspoken word understood
And the night laughed together with us... Based on a true story... 
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Post by Lady Elessar on Dec 30, 2003 18:06:58 GMT -5
guys on this site like to write about that stuff a lot...  |
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Post by Majsju on Dec 30, 2003 20:25:47 GMT -5
That stuff? You mean drinking hot chocolate, or...?
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Post by Lady Elessar on Dec 30, 2003 20:37:12 GMT -5
drinking hot chocolate? geez o flip! where did that come from?!
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Post by Majsju on Dec 30, 2003 20:45:09 GMT -5
That's what the last poem is all about. Drinking hot chocolate in the night. Yup. Devil's Oath... |
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Post by Lady Elessar on Dec 30, 2003 22:22:52 GMT -5
alrighty then...  |
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Post by Majsju on Jan 3, 2004 12:00:57 GMT -5
A wind rose in the south
A wind rose in the south
bringing the coldness in over these empty streets
cutting me with the horribly painful
sensation of defeat
And nighttime slowly sweeps
its old cloak around me
dragging me out, away from everything
whispers to me "What do You see?"
"Nothing, I see nothing", I said
as my vision was dimmed by my tears
"What is there for me to see?
I don't belong here"
And nighttime touched me
sent a shiver down my spine
I saw a face in the mirror
I think it was supposed to be mine...
Her voice
just doesn't sing anymore
Her smile
just doesn't shine anymore
Did I hear someone coming?
How could that be, these streets are deserted
and yet the feeling someone's following me
but then, feelings are never to be trusted
A wind rose in the south
striking down hard with cold and pain
Time stands still, yet years pass by
I will never be young again
Her voice
just doesn't sing anymore
her smile
just doesn't shine anymore
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