So I don't think I'll feel like writing too much for this next week. I have assloads of homework. And I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with my life. Here are the songs that I've been listening to a lot lately. . . .
This Mortal Coil
FOND AFFECTIONS
Fond affections are never said
They're only sung in songs
I never was naive enough to know when I was wrong
There's no light at the end of it all
Let's all sit down and cry
There's no light at the beginning
Let's all sit down and cry
Now it's time to say goodbye
Now it's being forced upon you
It's just that person by your side remaining distant
Now the winter's growing close
The days are getting older
I can tell by your face
That your heart is getting colder
There's no light at the end of it all
Let's all sit down and cry
There's no light at the beginning
Let's all sit down and cry
Radiohead
EXIT MUSIC (FOR A FILM)
Wake from your sleep,
the drying of your tears,
Today we escape, we escape.
Pack and get dressed
before your father hears us,
before all hell breaks loose.
Breathe, keep breathing,
don't lose your nerve.
Breathe, keep breathing,
I can't do this alone.
Sing us a song,
a song to keep us warm,
there's such a chill, such a chill.
And you can laugh a spineless laugh,
we hope your rules and wisdom choke you.
And now we are one
in everlasting peace,
we hope that you choke, that you choke,
we hope that you choke, that you choke,
we hope that you choke, that you choke.
Christian Death
BURNT OFFERINGS
Fresh night perfect insanity
very dark placid skies bring an end
No moon shining like an untouched
ass of the boy next door
feeling the first impressions
of a strange drug
set the leathery skin of a female
straddling a furnace
illuminates in blue
hands melt against it's surface
feel no pain
kiss the burner, lips fall away
blood runs down insides
of her thighs
she tightens her grip on one last
exaggerated movement
then falls to the ground
a pile of ashes
the furnace stands triumphant
over the mound
the next in line, a young boy
approaches
he is assaulted by the flames
shooting out like sharp tongues
of hungry animals
of hungry animals
the disciple now crouches in
the belly of god
his second skin removed
the boy lay sodomized and tired
This Mortal Coil
FOND AFFECTIONS
Fond affections are never said
They're only sung in songs
I never was naive enough to know when I was wrong
There's no light at the end of it all
Let's all sit down and cry
There's no light at the beginning
Let's all sit down and cry
Now it's time to say goodbye
Now it's being forced upon you
It's just that person by your side remaining distant
Now the winter's growing close
The days are getting older
I can tell by your face
That your heart is getting colder
There's no light at the end of it all
Let's all sit down and cry
There's no light at the beginning
Let's all sit down and cry
Radiohead
EXIT MUSIC (FOR A FILM)
Wake from your sleep,
the drying of your tears,
Today we escape, we escape.
Pack and get dressed
before your father hears us,
before all hell breaks loose.
Breathe, keep breathing,
don't lose your nerve.
Breathe, keep breathing,
I can't do this alone.
Sing us a song,
a song to keep us warm,
there's such a chill, such a chill.
And you can laugh a spineless laugh,
we hope your rules and wisdom choke you.
And now we are one
in everlasting peace,
we hope that you choke, that you choke,
we hope that you choke, that you choke,
we hope that you choke, that you choke.
Christian Death
BURNT OFFERINGS
Fresh night perfect insanity
very dark placid skies bring an end
No moon shining like an untouched
ass of the boy next door
feeling the first impressions
of a strange drug
set the leathery skin of a female
straddling a furnace
illuminates in blue
hands melt against it's surface
feel no pain
kiss the burner, lips fall away
blood runs down insides
of her thighs
she tightens her grip on one last
exaggerated movement
then falls to the ground
a pile of ashes
the furnace stands triumphant
over the mound
the next in line, a young boy
approaches
he is assaulted by the flames
shooting out like sharp tongues
of hungry animals
of hungry animals
the disciple now crouches in
the belly of god
his second skin removed
the boy lay sodomized and tired
indeed
i ask the same questions
no answers yet
only confustion
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