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The right to be a God.. That right is now mine.

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hmm..Lauantai 10.03.2007 12:56

Ohje: Avaa haluamasi soitinohjelma, laita kaikki laulusi soittolistalle ja pistä satunnaissoitto päälle. Kysy kysymys ääneen, painaa playta ja anna musiikin toimia profeettana.

ÄLÄ HUIJAA!

Mitä äitini minusta ajattelee?
Laulu: Kill Rock'n'Roll
Artisti: System Of A Down
Kommenttisi: pidän tuota mahdollisena ...

Onko elämäni kulkemassa oikeaan suuntaan?
Laulu: A.D.I.D.A.S
Artisti: Korn
Kommenttisi: vai niin :D

Mikä auttaisi rahaongelmiini?
Laulu: Hallo, Spaceboy (PSB-ReMix)
Artisti: David Bowie
Kommenttisi: ok ... o.O

Mistä muut ihmiset kadehtii mua?
Laulu: Starman
Artisti: David Bowie
Kommenttisi: it's a staaaaarmaaaaaan !

Mikä auttaa tylsyyteen?
Laulu: First Day Of My Life
Artisti: The Rasmus
Kommenttisi: en sano tähän mtn. o.o

Mitä piirrettä en ole itsessäni vielä tiedostanut?
Laulu: Heart and Soul
Artisti: Joy Division
Kommenttisi: uskoakko?

Millaiseksi muutun, kun vanhenen?
Laulu: The Man Who Sold The World
Artisti: David Bowie
Kommenttisi: kiäh <3

Kehen/Mihin ihastun seuraavaksi?
Laulu: Poika
Artisti: PMMP
Kommenttisi: mhhh. o.o kukakohan?

Elämän tarkoitus?
Laulu: Memories
Artisti: Within Temptation
Kommenttisi: muistot?

Mitäs tän jälkeen kannattais tehdä?
Laulu: Stadium Arcadium
Artisti: Red Hot Chili Peppers
Kommenttisi: <3

Kuinka muu maailma sinut näkee?
Laulu: Twist
Artisti: Korn
Kommenttisi: vai niin.

Onko elämäsi onnellinen?
Laulu: Loving The Alien
Artisti: David Bowie
Kommenttisi: kummaa. o.o

Mitä ystäväsi oikeasti ajattelevat sinusta?
Laulu: B.Y.O.B
Artisti: System Of A Down
Kommenttisi: niinkö?! o.o

Himoitseeko ihmiset minua salaa?
Laulu: Exercise One
Artisti: Joy Division
Kommenttisi: hum.

Kuinka teen itsestäni onnellisen?
Laulu: Poison
Artisti: Alice Cooper
Kommenttisi: ^^

Mitä teen elämälläni?
Laulu: Talking Snake
Artisti: Iggy Pop
Kommenttisi: Life's to take..

Kuinka voisin lisätä nautintoani seksin aikana?
Laulu: Piikkilankaa
Artisti: Neljä Ruusua
Kommenttisi: öh.

Saanko ikinä lapsia?
Laulu: Ice Age
Artisti: Joy Division
Kommenttisi: :D

Mikä olisi hyvä neuvo minulle?
Laulu: My Way
Artisti: Sid Vicious
Kommenttisi: hyvä on sitten.

Mitä on onnellisuus?
Laulu: Lake Of Fire (Meatpuppets-cover)
Artisti: Nirvana
Kommenttisi: (; ahaa...

Mikä on lempifetissini?
Laulu: Too Drunk To Fuck
Artisti: Dead Kennedys
Kommenttisi: :o

Kuinka minut muistetaan?
Laulu: It's All Sh*t
Artisti: Iggy Pop
Kommenttisi: :D

Memories (Within Temptation)Lauantai 10.03.2007 12:33

In this world you tried
Not leaving me alone behind
There's no other way
I'll pray to the gods let him stay
The memories ease the pain inside,
Now I know why

All of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments,
Imagine you'd be here.
All of my memories keep you near,
Your silent whispers, silent tears

Made me promise I'd try
To find my way back in this life.
I hope there is a way
To give me a sign you're okay.
Reminds me again it's worth it all
So I can go home.

All of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments,
Imagine you'd be here.
All of my memories keep you near,
Your silent whispers, silent tears.

Together in all these memories
I see your smile.
All the memories I hold dear.
Darling, you know I'll love you
till the end of time.

All of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments,
Imagine you'd be here.
All of my memories keep you near,
Your silent whispers, silent tears.

All of my memories...

VincentTorstai 22.02.2007 23:44

Vincent Malloy is seven years old,
he’s always polite and does what he’s told.

For a boy his age he’s considerate and nice,
but he wants to be just like Vincent Price.

He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cat,
though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats.

There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented,
and wander dark hallways alone and tormented.

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,
but imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.

He likes to experiment on his dog Abacrombie,
in the hopes of creating a horrible zombie.

So he and his horrible zombie dog,
could go searching for victims in the London fog.

His thoughts aren’t only of ghoulish crime,
he likes to paint and read to pass the time.

While other kids read books like Go Jane Go,
Vincent’s favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.

One night while reading a gruesome tale,
he read a passage that made him turn pale.

Such horrible news he could not survive,
for his beautiful wife had been buried alive.

He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead,
unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed.

His mother sent Vincent off to his room,
he knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom.

Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life,
alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife.

While alone and insane, encased in his tomb,
Vincent’s mother suddenly burst into the room.

“If you want to you can go outside and play.
It’s sunny outside and a beautiful day.”

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak,
the years of isolation had made him quite weak.

So he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen,
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again.”

His mother said, “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead.
These games that you play are all in your head.

You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy.
You’re not tormented, you’re just a young boy.”

“You’re seven years old, and you’re my son,
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.”

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall,
while Vincent backed slowly against the wall.

The room started to sway, to shiver and creak.
His horrid insanity had reached its peak.

He saw Abacrombie his zombie slave,
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave.

She spoke from her coffin, and made ghoulish demands.
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams,
swept his mad laugh to terrified screams.
To escape the madness, he reached for the door,

So he and his horrible zombie dog,
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.

His voice was soft and very slow,
as he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe,

“And my soul from out that shadow floating on the floor,
shall be lifted – Nevermore!”

Du Hast (Rammstein)Perjantai 26.01.2007 14:24

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...
Du hast mich...
Du hast mich gefragt...
Du hast mich gefragt...
Du hast mich gefragt und ich habe nichts gesagt.

Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheidet,
Treu ihr sein für alle Tage?
Nein!
Nein!

Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheidet,
Treu ihr sein für alle Tage?
Nein!
Nein!


Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...

Du...
Du hast...
Du hast mich...
Du hast mich...
Du hast mich gefragt...
Du hast mich gefragt...
Du hast mich gefragt und ich habe nichts gesagt.

Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheidet,
Treu ihr sein für alle Tage?
Nein!
Nein!

Willst du, bis zum Tod der Scheide,
Sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen?
Nein!
Nein!

Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheidet,
Treu ihr sein....?
Nein!
Nein!

Dumb (Nirvana)Torstai 11.01.2007 02:41

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone,
But I have a light
The day is done,
I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or maybe just happy

Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy

My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover

Have a hangover
Have a hangover
Have a hangover

Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
Soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone,
But I have a light
the day is done,
I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or Maybe just happy

Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy

I think I'm Dumb
I think I'm Dumb
I think I'm Dumb
I think I'm Dumb
I think I'm Dumb
I think I'm Dumb
I think I'm Dumb

I think I'll tell em
I think I'll tell em
I think I'll tell em

I think I'm Dumb

-.,-''Sunnuntai 31.12.2006 18:14

Jos luet tätä, jos silmäsi liikkuvat juuri tällä hetkellä näiden sanojen yli,
ole kiltti ja kirjoita kommentti, jossa on muisto sinusta ja minusta,
vaikka emme edes puhuisi usein. Se voi olla ihan mitä tahansa haluat
- hyvää tai huonoa. Kun olet tehnyt tämän, laita tämä omaan päiväkirjaasi
ja ylläty (tai kauhistu) siitä, mitä ihmiset muistavatkaan sinusta.

I Would Be Your Slave (David Bowie)Perjantai 29.12.2006 17:10

Walking in the snowy street
Let me understand
Drifting down a silent park
Stumbling over land
Open up your heart to me
Show me who you are
And I would be your slave

Do you sleep in quietude?
Do you walk in peace?
Do you laugh out loud at me?
No one else that is free
Open up your heart to me
Show me all you are
And I would be your slave

I don't sit around and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand

I bet you laugh out loud at me
A chance to strike me down
Give me peace of mind at last
Show me all you are
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave

I don't sit and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand
I would give you all my love
Nothing else is free
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave

:oPerjantai 29.12.2006 13:52

Annan sinulle mahdollisuuden sanoa YHDEN sanan. Se on viimeinen sana mitä voit minulle koskaan sanoa. Sen jälkeen et voi sanoa minulle mitään, koskaan.
Minkä sanan sinä sanoisit?

Vastauksesi jälkeen kopio tämä omaan päiväkirjaasi, ja katso mitä muut sinulle sanoisivat.

Five Years (David Bowie)Perjantai 22.12.2006 18:55

Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think
you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
Five years
Five years
Five years
Five years

Slow Burn (David Bowie)Maanantai 18.12.2006 00:19

Here shall we live in this terrible town
Where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist
And the walls shall have eyes
And the doors shall have ears
But we'll dance in the dark
And they'll play with our lives

Like a slow burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a slow burn
Turning us round and round and round

But who are we
So small in times such as these
Slow Burn
Slow Burn

Oh, these are the days
These are the strangest of all
These are the nights
These are the darkest to fall

But who knows?
Echoes in tenement halls
Who knows?
Though the years snare them all

Like a Slow Burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a Slow Burn
Twirling us round and round and upside down

There's fear overhead
There's fear overground
Slow Burn
Slow Burn

Like a Slow Burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a Slow Burn
Turning us round and round and round

And here are we
At the center of it all
Slow Burn
Slow Burn
Slow Burn