[021] - If You're Gonna Wear The Uniform You Better Sell The Fucking Cookies.

 - If You're Gonna Wear The Uniform You Better Sell The Fucking Cookies.
:: Unachieved Symphony (Velvet Curtains & Chrome Scene) ::

Intoxicated by the wedding
Of old aged scotch's aroma
And the Cuban cigar's vaporous taste,
The audience tries to decipher
A speechless dialect.

“As you're becoming one of these skulls..."

Hidden like a reflex,
Behind the blinking of their eyes,
While they're hearing
The bear trap's sound.

"...That adorn the throne which I now sit on.”

Somehow, somewhere,
Somebody is thinking exactly about the same thing as you.

***

:: Symphonie Inachevée (Rideaux De Velours Et Scène Chromée) ::

Intoxiqué par le mariage
De l'arôme du scotch âgé
Et le goût vaporeux du cigare Cubain,
L'auditoire essaye de déchiffrer
Un dialecte muet.

«Comme tu deviens un de ces crânes...»

Caché comme un réflexe,
Derrière le clignotement de leurs yeux,
Tandis qu'ils entendent
Le son du piège à ours.

«...Qui ornent le trône sur lequel je suis maintenant assis.»

D'une façon ou d'une autre, quelque part,
Quelqu'un pense exactement à la même chose que vous.


:: Paroles : Nico - Photographe : Nelson ::

# Posté le mardi 30 septembre 2008 22:31

Modifié le vendredi 13 février 2009 01:28

[025] - Dance Gavin Dance - Me And Zoloft Get Along Fine


(Ask me I'm fine, or I will be.)
(I gotta bullet proof vest on and the cure for AIDS and a pill that makes me happy.)
(Ask me I'm fine, or I will be.)
(I've got the cure for loneliness and a pill that makes all my problems resolved.)

(I got a bullet proof vest on and I wire tapped your brain.)
(I want to do this right, dyno, dyn-o-mite.)

You should have just listened to your friends,
You would have been over this by now.
I thought we told each other to live in different worlds.

Oh you should have listened to your friends,
You would have been over this by now, over this by now.
Oh there's only so much I can take,
But I guess we'll never really find out, never really find out.
(Well sure it's complicated, but I still know,)
(That I can get frustrated and short that blow.)

(Rate me and judge me on a graph that you drew,)
(Hope I compare to the friends that left you for dead.)

I guess I'm not making myself perfectly clear,
How many times is this gonna happen?

(I've got to blame all these people as fast as I mother fucking can,)
(You were fooled, this ain't no fuckin day job.)

Oh you should have listened to your friends,
You would have been over this by now, over this by now.
Oh there's only so much I can take
But I guess we'll never really find out, never really find out.
(Well sure it's complicated, but I still know)
(That I can get frustrated and short that blow.)

Suddenly, we startle ourselves
Staring upon each other in silence, silence...
To think this whole time
We're provoking each other in blinding violence.


:: Paroles : Kurt Travis & Jonathan Mess ::
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# Posté le mardi 30 septembre 2008 22:47

Modifié le dimanche 14 décembre 2008 15:55