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Mun fiilis on tällä hetkellä jotain.. jotain mitä en osaa sanoin kuvailla. Hämmentävä kombinaatio jota mä en saa purettua ees millään biisillä, koska en onnistu löytään mitään sopivaa biisiä. Ehkä joku näitten yhdistelmä tai jotain.
Ja hommatkaa mulle kamera. Sellanen joka toimii. :(
Mua himottais kuvata kauheesti kaikkea nyt. Sekin fiilis tähän päälle!

Love seems like a mess
When it won't let go of me
But when it's gone I don't feel,
When it's gone I don't feel alive

[Armor for Sleep - Walking at night, alone]

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I wake up and think dreams are real
I sleep so I don't have to feel
the truth that you can't ever be
the one person that won't ever forget me

[Armor for Sleep - Dream to make believe]

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Run through my town
Scream till I faint
Stumble around
Scare kids away
Worn out I'll be
Asleep on the street
Watch my whole town
Attempt to wake me

[Armor for Sleep - My town]

Ps. Olen ylienergisellä tuulella ja kaipaan tekemistä tai purkaudun jotenkin ihmeellisesti.

SAAT KÄYTTÄÄ VAIN YHTÄ SANAA! On todella hankala vastata vain yhdellä sanalla.
1.Missä kännykkäsi on? - Sylissä[!!]
2. Hiuksesi? - Mustat
3. Äitisi? - Löytyy
4. Isäsi? - Tämäkin!
5. Suosikkisi? - Ben. [<- tiiätte kuiteski!]
6. Unesi viime yönä? - Öö..?
7. Mielijuomasi? - Mandariinivodka. :(
8. Unelmasi/tavoitteesi? - Matkailu [..tähän vois laittaa vaik mitä, mut muut ei mahu yhteen sanaan. :(]
9. Missä huoneessa olet? - KELLARISSA
10. Harrastuksesi? - Runoilu?
11. Pelkosi? - Yksinäisyys.
12. Missä haluat olla 6 vuoden päästä? - ..jossain [..ala yhdellä sanalla sanomaan että jossain hienossa kaupungissa, ei niin väliä että missä. :( Ulkomaille jos uskaltautus ois aika vitun siistii!]
13. Missä olit viime yönä? - Hennalla
14. Jotain, mitä sinä et ole? - Älykäs.
15. Muffinssit? - Nam.
16. Toivelistalla? - Hahahahah :D
17. Paikka, missä kasvoit? - Hyvinkää.
18. Mitä teit viimeksi? - GALLERIAIRKKAAN
19. Mitä sinulla on ylläsi? - Vaatteet.
20. Televisiosi? - Toiminee.
21. Lemmikkisi? - Marsumersu.
22. Ystävät? - Hmm..
23. Elämäsi? - ..elämäni. Mä en keksi tähän oikeesti mitään yhdelle sanalle.
24. Mielialasi? - Vaihtelee.
25. Ikävöitkö jotakuta? - Hmmjoo.
26. Auto? - Escort.
27. Jotain, mitä sinulla ei ole ylläsi? - RINTALIIVEJÄ.
28. Lempikauppasi? - H&M. Rehellisesti. :D
29. Lempivärisi? - Tummanpunainen.
30. Milloin nauroit viimeksi? - Päivällä?
31. Milloin viimeksi itkit? - Öö..
32. Kuka lähettää tämän edelleen? - Jaa a.
33. Paikka minne menen yhä uudelleen ja uudelleen? - Kotiin? :D
34. Henkilö, joka s-postittaa minulle säännöllisesti? - :(
35. Lempiruokapaikka? - HESEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Joskus tulee semmone fiilis et tajuu et on tyhmä.

Joskus sen vaan tajuaa kuinka idiootti on ollu aikasemmin. Sit ku jatkaa tolla linjalla ni sit alkaa miettiin et kuinka vitun tyhmä oikeesti nytkin on. Olenko mä yhtään fiksumpi kuin mitä olin pari vuotta sitten? Vuosi sitten? Ehkä, ehkä en. Tekeekö se fiksuksi? Ei.

I won't forget the day that, that I came to
And I started thinking that there's more
Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons
And all I ever wanted was someone to
knock me back to the bliss of ignorance
'Cause I feel like running head first into traffic.

[Senses Fail - Angela Baker and my obsession with fire]

Olen idiootti, myönnän sen. Tiedostan sen. Aivan kuten kaikki muutkin.
Onko tämä jokin ensiaskel älykkyyteen? Ihan sama. Tarvitseeko aina olla? Filosofin kannalta voisin sanoa että kyllä, mutta mitä oikeaa hyötyä siitä on? Ei älykkyys ole sitä, että keksit jonkun hienon lääkkeen johonkin, tai keksit auton joka kulkee paskalla, tai jotain yhtä hienoa. Eihän?
Filosofit on hienoja ihmisiä, keskittyvät elämään, eivät itseensä, eivät muihin, vaan elämään. Antavat muille ideat joiden mukaan elää elämänsä, yksilönä tai yhteiskuntana.

Onko parempaa tapaa elää elämänsä kuin auttaa muita elämään omaansa? Voi sitten kuollessa todeta että sai paljon hyvää aikaan. Ehkä heidän elämä ei ole niin kummoinen, mutta eikö yhden hyvä ole pienempi asia kuin monen hyvä? Asia ei muutu paskan vertaa silloin, jos itse olet siinä sinä yhtenä. Tosin, kuka on sanomaan, etteikö muille elämänsä dedikoiva olisi itse onnellinen? Miksei se voisi olla yhtä iloista yhdelle, siinä missä oman mielihyvän hakeminen olisi toiselle?


Jep, ei tässä muuta. Totesin idioottimaisuuteni ja samaan hengenvetoon totesin teiätkin idiooteiksi, kuka hyvänsä sitten tätä lukeekaan, voisin jatkaa nukkumaan. Ei pahalla hei!


So the lie now is my weapon
Like a bush dried withered in the sun
With this spark I'll go up in flames.
I'd lay my guts out but they're too small to see
It's kinda cute how I pretend to be
Everything but the instrument I am.

[Senses Fail - Let it enfold you]

Spitting from the bridges, like a bird perched on a branch,
I'm wilting like a tree that will never let me breathe.

Soul soldier with your gun held high, where does the crow fly,
soul soldier with your gun held high, will you follow it home.

For the road that we walk has more miles left to talk,
stories on and on we go, into the great wide open.

No it never came back to break me, the way it broke it down,
spitting from the bridges, while the trees give a soft sigh to the ground.

Kesti ikuisuus löytää jotai sanoja jotka kuvais mun fiiliksiä. Tää hämmensi mut.


We are, we are, intriguing.
We are, we are, desirable.

Oh how we've shouted, how we've screamed,
take notice, take interest, take me with you.

But all our fears fall on deaf ears.

Tonight, they're burning the roads they built to lead us to the light.
And blinding our hearts with their shining lies,
while closing our caskets cold and tight. But I'm dying to live.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pXfkWU6XZg

I won't forget the day that, that I came to
And I started thinking that there's more
Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons
And all I ever wanted was someone to
knock me back to the bliss of ignorance
'Cause I feel like running head first into traffic.

And so I'm here to say
That thought's in bed with pain.

I won't forget the day that, that I found god
In a kitchen knife now and on my arm
So paint the pale white floor with, with my red life
And tell myself this pain is the pain I love
As I swallow the pills of happiness
And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake

And so I'm here to say
That thought's in bed with pain.

I stand outside my pretty house
I light a match to start the fire
I call the cops to let 'em know
It's 22 Walthery Ave.

I thought I wanted this.
I thought I wanted this.

(I'm here to say)
I said I wanted some more attention
I thought I wanted a story ending.

(I love the pain, I hate the pain)
I just give in.
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)

I think that the truth is I'm scared
I think that I'm just scared to live
I think that the truth is I'm scared
I think that the truth is I'm everything that I hate.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMn0_Bb3dlo&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKPQx7rXDnc&NR=1


Noille on paha sanoo enää mitää.

Emmä jaksa tehä tätä naamakirjassa ni tungen tän tänne. :(

1: Laita musiikkisi sekoitukselle.
2: Kirjoita 2 ensimmäistä lausetta 20 ensimmäisestä biisistä, oli ne kuinka noloja tahansa. Katso kuka ystävistäsi osaa arvata eniten.
3: Vedä biisi yli kun joku arvaa sen täysin oikein.
4: Googlettaminen on huijausta!!
5: Jos tykkäät tästä, tee omasi.
6: Merkitse 20 ystävääsi muistiinpanoon.

1. I close my eyes, though I was lost but I was stranded.

2. I'd arrest you if I had handcuffs, I'd arrest you if I'd have time.

3. IÂ’m gonna leave the same way I came, up from the ashes, then out from the ashes

4. Your face is never missed, your cleverness, the cunning words did not exist.

5. So the lie now is my weapon like a bush dried withered in the sun with this spark I'll go up in flames.

6. Life, is floating fast away, but I look, your head is turned away.

7. So here's the truth, you were right all along they were never my friends and I was living a lie, but I won't fall for it next time

8. It's not what you will say, it's what you have done to let this come between us.

9. I stand alone on the verge of 24. I can not doubt, I'm left unsure

10. It's funny how things work out, the ones we need don't know we're there

11. Staring into the intersection she thinks that she can fly and she might holding on in a new direction she's gonna try it tonight

12. The first time you looked at her curves you were hooked and the glances you took, took hold of you and demanded that you stay

13. These are my sins, these are my regrets, I want to trade them in for some truth

14. You've got this new head filled up with smoke and I've got my veins all tangled close

15. And all of the corpses walk step by step to the rhythm of their once beating hearts

16. Watch me point to the sky, you'll laugh and say I'll never fly

17. We drive tonight, and you are by my side. We're talking about our lives, like we've known each other forever.

18. Lay my bones at the feet of the ministry, I need the guilt and the company

19. Girl, what's come between you and me? Look right through me, I'll let it go, I can't help this feeling anymore

20. Gone and disapearing on this cold night, I never thought it'd be that way

Do I still have time to make mistakes?
Is this the point where I bend or break?
Am I too far gone to medicate?
Is this a birth or is this a wake?

There was a part of me
That I lost when I was seventeen
I can't get back
The innocence I gave to scenes
Inbetween Jersey plays
Was just an act

I would slit my throat and blinded through my lies
Desperate I am matched with two black eyes
At the mouth of a river people sit
With concrete shoes ready to jump in

Do I still have time to chase my dreams?
Or did that pass, sail out and leave?
Is there still room for me to grow?
Or is this feud all that I know?

There was a part of me
That I lost when I was seventeen
I can't get back
The innocence I gave to scenes
Inbetween Jersey plays
Was just an act

Sometimes I want, to just give in
Accept the answers without a question
It's easier, I must confess
To treat this life like it's a waiting room for death
How can I make sense of this mess?
I'll share my emptiness with a glass
It's my best bet for happiness

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOHg1rKzWuE&NR=1

Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking from head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.

You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper,
"This is so messed up."

Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.

"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for sss...

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.