магията на театъра
бавно се издига над сцената,
увива се във въздуха,
задушава го,
а след това се загнездва
под изсушените ми клепачи.
това е единственият коментар,
който заслужавам да дам на тазвечершната постановка.
прекалено необразована съм за повече.
бумтящи машини,
атака на извънземни,
или по-скоро високи сектанти,
които мълчат заплашително,
гледат те празно през маските си
с промитите си души
и нямат какво да те посъветнат,
защото виждат колко си обречен
да не излизаш от пътя си.
от друга страна и ти им се присмиваш,
задето се лишават от собственото си мнение,
но на тях не им пука, разбира се.
а пък аплодисментите ще дойдат сами.
много странно явление -
маса хора извършват този.. ритуал
по оказване на чест и преклонение пред някого,
звучи малко езически.
а кой е пророкът, който винаги пляска първи?
and you can laugh
a splineless laugh
we hope your rules and wisdom choke you
and now we are one
in everlasting peace
шибан обет за целомъдрие.
We hope that you choke... that you choke...
We hope that you choke... that you choke...
We hope that you choke... that you choke...
Показват се публикациите с етикет radiohead. Показване на всички публикации
Показват се публикациите с етикет radiohead. Показване на всички публикации
събота, 8 ноември 2008 г.
понеделник, 1 септември 2008 г.
eviscerated i am all the days you choose to ignore
v1
[enter name here]
For you
my heart...
ripped from my chest.
Eviscerated,
I am.
And if I could,
I would plunge my fingers
through my chest
and rip out my heart
and give it to you.
A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis.
In addition to my heart,
there are some small organs
that want to give you:
glands...
sweetbreads...
variety meats.
I'm offering these gifts.
Rare gifts.
I know that
they don't amount to much
in the face of what you've given me.
I've heard these organs
can't survive outside the body
for more than a few hours.
But I'll try to get there as soon as I can.
Whatever happens, it will be on me.
On my heart.
v2
I am the next act waiting in the wings
I am an animal trapped in your hot car
I am all the days that you choose to ignore
You are all I need
You are all I need
I am in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds
I am a moth who just wants to share your light
I’m just an insect trying to get out of the night
I only stick with you because there are no others
You are all I need
You are all I need
I am in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds
It's all wrong
It's all right
It's all right
It's all wrong
It's all right
It's all right
It's all right
[enter name here]
For you
my heart...
ripped from my chest.
Eviscerated,
I am.
And if I could,
I would plunge my fingers
through my chest
and rip out my heart
and give it to you.
A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis.
In addition to my heart,
there are some small organs
that want to give you:
glands...
sweetbreads...
variety meats.
I'm offering these gifts.
Rare gifts.
I know that
they don't amount to much
in the face of what you've given me.
I've heard these organs
can't survive outside the body
for more than a few hours.
But I'll try to get there as soon as I can.
Whatever happens, it will be on me.
On my heart.
v2
I am the next act waiting in the wings
I am an animal trapped in your hot car
I am all the days that you choose to ignore
You are all I need
You are all I need
I am in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds
I am a moth who just wants to share your light
I’m just an insect trying to get out of the night
I only stick with you because there are no others
You are all I need
You are all I need
I am in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds
It's all wrong
It's all right
It's all right
It's all wrong
It's all right
It's all right
It's all right
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