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Eye on the TV ,'cause tragedy thrills me. Whatever flavor it happens to be.

Like: "Killed by the husband", "Drowned by the ocean", "Shot by his own son",
"She used the poison in his tea and kissed him goodbye".
That's my kind of story, it's no fun til someone dies.

Don't look me at like, I am a monster. Frown out your one face, but with the other.
Stare like a junkie, into the TV. Stare like a zombie, while the mother, holds her child.
Watches him die! Hands to the sky cryin, "Why, oh why?"

'Cause I need to watch things die, from a distance.
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies.
You all need it too - don't lie.

Why can't we just admit it? We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'.
Neither the brave nor bold, will write us the story so,
we won't give pause until the blood is flowin'.

I need to watch things die, from a good safe distance.
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies.
You all feel the same so, why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain fallin' down, drown on grave and ground.

Part vampire. Part warrior. Carnivore and voyeur
Still have the transmittal, sing to the death rattle.

Lie!

Incredulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
But pull your head on out, your head please and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.

The universe is hostile. So impersonal. Devour to survive.
So it is, so it's always been ...

We all feed on tragedy. It's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies.
Much better you than I...

You are a worm in a dog's heart, A newborn mongoloid child,
Operating at great speeds, Covered in vaseline and immaculate skin,
And fantastic pigmentation,

You are a milky tear in a dead mans eye, In disguise an insect martyr,
Under pink light incubation and postcard amnesia and immaculate skin,

Pathetic little sheep children following the herd,
Guided by the voices in their empty little heads,
You are a worm in a dog's heart.

Sick of trying to find a way inside. Sick and tired of all the after.
Sick of trying ot find a way to slide, even though it always ends in laughter.
I'ts never hard to tell when things are done. She looked into my eyes and a voice said RUN!
She says that I'm a mess but it's alright. Whether it's 2 weeks, 2 years or just tonight.

You can occupy my every sigh, You can rent a space inside my mind. At least untill the price becomes too high.

I can find a reason that we should quit. I can find a reason to do it,
I can find excuses for all my shit. She tells me just to work right through it.
She's pretty and I like her but she's too well, 'cause I need red flags and long nights and she can tell.
It's not that its my fault it's just my style. Beginning with a look and then a smile.

You can occupy my every sigh, You can rent a space inside my mind. At least untill the price becomes too high.

She don't need a thing, she don't need saving or a lay. She's got all the friends around and you can hear them say:
"He's not into you, he's into the idea of" But little do they know that she's not through.

You can occupy my every sigh, You can rent a space inside my mind. At least untill the price becomes too high...

I'm digging you a desert grave underneath the burning sun.
I'm digging you a desert grave, you won't be found by anyone.
Burying the sins of man, in an eternal tomb of sand.
Vultures circle in the sky and you my dear are the reason why.

You fought so hard to get away from the tight grip of death.
You tried so hard to run away, until your last dying breath.
Burying the sins of man in an eternal tomb of sand.
Vultures circle in the sky. You my dear are the reason why.

Go kiss the daylight goodbye as the sun lays down to die.
Comes to end another day. As night falls on your desert grave.

Täytä kohdat, ja haasta sitten viisi seuraavaa:

TÄMÄNHETKINEN:

1. Sijainti? - Kämpillä
2. Opiskelu/työpaikka? - Vansco Electronics Oy
3. Vaatetus? - Red Skull-paita ja White Skull-farmarit
4. Olotila? - Hikinen
5. Musiikki? - Dog Fasfion Disco - Darkest Days
6. Ärsytys? - Typerät ihmiset
7. Ilon aihe? - darrattomuus
8. Ihastus? - Katselee suolattuja elimiä toisessa huoneessa
9. Ajatus? - Missä?
10. Mieliteko? - Aloitin siivoamaan (en mielelläni, mutta on pakko)

VIIMEISIN:
1. Humala? - M.A.N./Fear Factoryn Keikalla viikko sitten
2. Automatka? - Duuni - kämppä
3. Kalenterimerkintä? - en suporttaa
4. Elokuva? - Idle hands
5. Tekstiviesti? - Evt. Havannan joku mainos
6. Lääkäri/sairaalakäynti? - Keskiviikkona (vatsatauti)
7. Vaateostos? - White Skull-housut
8. Matka? - Stadiin, FF-keikka
9. Pettymys? - Misery Index
10. Unohdus? - Unohdin jo mitä unohdin

SEURAAVA/TULEVA:
1. Keikka/konsertti? - ööö... Paradise Lost, ehkä. Provinssi tietysti sitten joskus
2. Yöpaikka? - Sänky
3. Ostos? - Ruokaa. Lasitaulu, johon saa laittaa kerätyt settilistat
4. Rahanlähde? - IAET-kassa?
5. Tavattu ystävä? - evt. Katsotaan
6. Soitettu puhelu? - evt.
7. Teko tämän kyselyn jälkeen? - Kuppaan
8. Juhlan aihe? - Tuparit kenties
9. Lupaus? - todennu että paree ku ei lupaa mitää (varastin haksulta)

LEMPI:
1. Jogurtti? - Kolmesta mahdollisesta syötävästä : mansikka-greippi
2. Tupakkamerkki? - Sininen Lämäri
3. Piirretty elokuva? - Viidakon Läskipää
4. Itsetehty ruoka? - Konjakki pihvi ja lohkoperunat
5. Rakkauslaulu? - SYL - Love?
6. Baari/Ravintola? - Hullupullo
7. Auto? - Oma biimerin vanhus
8. Sunnuntain viettotapa? - darra
9. Ruokakauppa? - Shittari
10. Levyn kansi? - Nuclear Rabbit - Mutopia

EPÄMIELUISIN:
1. Virvoitusjuoma? - Salmiakki kola tai fievel-limsa
2. Asia kotipaikkakunnallasi? - Apinat autoissansa
3. Herätys? - Kaikki perus
4. Suudelma? - semmoset EVOt
5. Karkki? - Fazerin parhaat (ei jääkarhut)
6. Puoli itsessä? - Laiskimus maksimus
7. Sairastettu tauti? - Kaikki, jotka estää pystyssä olemisen
8. TV-ohjelma? - 99,9% reality ohjelmista. Johdossa tällä hetkellä efsii nördärit (en ole kyllä sekuntiakaan kattonu, mutta silti)
9. Alkoholijuoma? - SLIVOVICHY POPOZEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (joku tuokaa mulle muutama pullo jostain itävallasta jos saatte!)
10. Kieli? - Mathlab ja Java

Sinä, joka luet tätä, kuvaile minua yhdellä sanalla.
Siis vain yhdellä ( ! ), ja sen jälkeen laita tämä omaan päiväkirjaasi, jotta näet mitä muut ajattelevat sinusta.

So far so good oh well, so you're in love what the hell.
Someday I can retry this gut rhetoric outtake.
Why must I feel disgrace please wipe that smile off your face.
Forget you, all you do I know that you'll forgive me.

Your piece of me is fading, part of me is gone,
saw you from far away, and lost you in the sun.
So far, so long.

This is a point of view it's doing nothing for you,
I donÂ’t care if you stare its not that complimentary.
I'm where I need to be is that hard for you to see.
What once was better for you is better for me.

Your piece of me is fading part of me is gone.
Saw you from far away and lost you in the sun.
So far, so long, so long, too long.

She said she doesn't want a boyfriend, she's better off with friends
She doesn't like getting hurt when serious relations end
He only wants to see her whenever she will permit
He only wants to be with her and quit feeling like shit

All that he can give, he gives her
more then he really should now
whenever they meet he'll see her
and he'll tell her that he's happy
She feels good

This simple situation is easier unsaid
He knows just by him asking her it goes straight up to her head

If she could give the time she see that everythings fine
Its not up to me
She wishes that he would see its nothing to be that she will for he

She says she'll never need a boyfriend, she's happy with her friends
She's keeping all her secrets with her up until the end

All that he can give, he gives her
More then he really should now
Whenever they meet he'll see her
And he'll tell her that he's happy
She feels good

Once there was a man whose head produces a voice, like a blanket of lead.
And when he started to comentate, a thousand thoughts would suffocate.

And once there was a man who stood, he nailed he's feet into the wood.
And when you try to circumscribe, you can't get past his diatribe.

One way, my way. What I say, goes!
My opinion is fact, and if you react, then it's gonna come to blows.

Once there was a man whose fist hung from his tongue, like a hideous cist.
And new ideas that might confllict, were beaten up by his retorict.

Eilen oltiin sitten katsomassa Depeche Modea areenalla. Keikka lähenteli täydellisyyttä kokonaisuudessaan. Soittivat jopa Shake The Diseasen, jota en koskaan voinut edes toivoa kuulevani livenä. Tässä on kuitenkin eilinen settilista :

Intro
A Pain That I'm Used To
John The Revelator
A Question Of Time
Policy Of Truth
Precious
Walking In My Shoes
Suffer Well
Damaged People
Home
I Want It All
The Sinner In Me
I Feel You
Behind The Wheel
World In My Eyes
Personal Jesus
Enjoy The Silence
Shake The Disease
Just Can't Get Enough
Everything Counts
Never Let Me Down Again
Goodnight Lovers

Eli siis melkein täydellinen setti. Ainoana olisin vaihtanut Damaged Peoplen In Your Roomiin, jolloin setti olisi ollut itse täydellisyys. Mutta näinkin se oli aivan mahtava.

Lähdettiin siitä sitten Public Corneriin juomaan maanantain halpaa kaljaa. Jossain vaiheessa paikalle ilmestyi joitain mimmejä ja kaveri, jolla oli helvetin iso karvalakki päässä. Myöhemmin, kun joku mimmeistä otti hatun kaverilta pois, huomasimme että se olikin Martin Gore. Pakkohan sinne oli sitten mennä jamittelemaan mukaan, etenkin kun erikseen pyydettiin. Enpä olisi heti uskonut bääseväni jamittelemaan huomattavasti humaloituneen herra Goren kanssa. Että semmoista. Nimmari täytyi tietysti pyytää myös (joka muistuttaa enemmänkin jotain tähteä, kuin mitään nimeä). Nyt sitten kärsimme darraa tämän päivän.