GUNS N ROSES - "Civil War"
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Immortal Love
Somewhere there is a sanctuary from the storm
In your arms in the darkness safe from the cold outside
I can kiss you until morning tasting the sweet salt of your flesh
Roaming your curvaceous body like the wilderness
Lost and alone at night under a full moon
I will learn how your soft body yields to my touch
How you moan and sigh to my wicked thrusts
Living a lifetime in a few hours as the black yields to day
Forging memories that refuse to die
Living on undead
Within a graveyard of my mind
Immortal love
Unbound by space or time.
GIL SCOTT-HERON
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Mendel Rivers to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
on reports from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the right occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so god damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally screwed
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash or Englebert Humperdink.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Mendel Rivers to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
on reports from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the right occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so god damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally screwed
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash or Englebert Humperdink.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
“He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle and took him In !
From the poem " Outwitted”
― Edwin Markham
Saturday, January 30, 2016
This Chance For Love
When she said that our love affair
Was not convenient
That we could still be "friends"
I gave a restrained smile in response
To lessen the sting
We were anything, but "friends"
Two straight days and nights of fucking
Had eliminated any chance for friendship
Yet we were not lovers either
We had both endured some hardship to make
This evening of debauchery and pain happen
But all my exhaustive efforts were not enough
To build something meaningful beyond
A milestone of kink and sexual endurance
I tried to remember the curves of her body
The way she responded orgasmically to my violent thrusts all night
As well as the serene look on her face to my gentle caress
But I knew already all was lost
I could tell in how she faced away from me by morning
As we slept for a two hour respite before she had to leave
I could see it in her eyes as I stood waiting
Before she got into her car
Waiting for one last kiss
A final goodbye
Ending
This chance for love.
JOURNEY - "Don't Stop Believin'"
Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere
A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on, and on, and on
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on, and on, and on
[Chorus]
Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people
Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin' somewhere in the night
Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people
Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin' somewhere in the night
Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on, and on, and on
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on, and on, and on
Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night
[Chorus]
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlights, people
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlights, people
Don't stop believin'
Hold on
Streetlights, people
Hold on
Streetlights, people
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlights, people
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlights, people
Friday, January 29, 2016
Mi Rosa Perdida
Your love was my passion's flower
Exquisite, beautiful, but short lived
Your kiss exotic and cruel
Replete with thorns
Wicked like the ecstasy
Of a rendezvous that must end with morning
Walking away neither lovers or friends
After making love all night long
To the light of a full moon
I miss you like a vigorous mountain stream
Lusts for being close to the Sun
Flowing down through time
I recall the flames and the rain
Beyond the scent of a love's first bloom
I will remember you
Always
Mi rosa perdida.
THE ROLLING STONES
I've been holding out so long
I've been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you
I've been hanging on the phone
I've been sleeping all alone
I want to kiss you
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You've been staring in my dreams
Lord I miss you.
I've been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When the phone rings
It's just some friends of mine that say,
"Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to"
[12" version:]
You've been strung up for her too long,
You know - girls will come and go -
They're just like streetcars...
I've been staying here too long,
Sometimes I feel so
Abandoned...
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Oh everybody waits so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Won't you come on! Come on!
I've been walking Central Park
Singing after dark
People think I'm crazy
I've been stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
People ask me, "What's the matter with you boy?"
Sometimes I want to say to myself
Sometimes I say
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
I won't miss you child
I guess I'm lying to myself
It's just you and no one else
Lord I won't miss you child
You've been blotting out my mind
Fooling on my time
No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
I've been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you
I've been hanging on the phone
I've been sleeping all alone
I want to kiss you
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You've been staring in my dreams
Lord I miss you.
I've been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When the phone rings
It's just some friends of mine that say,
"Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to"
[12" version:]
You've been strung up for her too long,
You know - girls will come and go -
They're just like streetcars...
I've been staying here too long,
Sometimes I feel so
Abandoned...
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Oh everybody waits so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Won't you come on! Come on!
I've been walking Central Park
Singing after dark
People think I'm crazy
I've been stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
People ask me, "What's the matter with you boy?"
Sometimes I want to say to myself
Sometimes I say
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
I won't miss you child
I guess I'm lying to myself
It's just you and no one else
Lord I won't miss you child
You've been blotting out my mind
Fooling on my time
No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Dead Memories
Walking arm in arm
In the freshly fallen snow
I told you a tale of forbidden love
Without speaking a word
As I smiled demonically
And you laughed low
With a feline snicker and bold snort
Before getting in my car
I looked and noticed
There was only one set of steps left
In the white fluffy mess
Remaining from the storm
I drove away becoming sullen
Listening to the radio
Way too intently
Wondering if you heard the same words
Or if I was alone
All this time
A solitary outcast
In a magnificent nightmare of ecstasy and pain
The sky turned grey and raindrops fell
While windshield wipers droned methodically
All within my private Hell
This ghastly never never land of the flesh
Within a dream of unbridled lust
And carnival Sin
That is how such things end
Frozen in time
In the icy cold yesterday
Of dead memories
Sublime.
MANOWAR - "Warriors Of The World United"
Here our soldiers stand
From all around the world
Waiting in a line
To hear the battle cry
All are gathered here
Victory is near
The sound will fill the hall
Bringing power to us all
We alone are fighting
For metal that is true
We own the right to live the fight
We're here for all of you
Now swear the blood upon your steel
Will never dry
Stand and fight together
Beneath the battle sky
Brothers everywhere
Raise your hands into the air
We're warriors, warriors of the world
Like thunder from the sky
Sworn to fight and die
We're warriors, warriors of the world
Many stand against us
But they will never win
We said we would return
And here we are again
To bring them all destruction
Suffering and pain
We are the hammer of the gods
We are thunder, wind and rain
There they wait in fear
With swords in feeble hands
With dreams to be a king
First one should be a man
I call about and charge them all
With a life that is a lie
And in their final hour
They shall confess before they die
Brothers everywhere
Raise your hands into the air
We're warriors, warriors of the world
Like thunder from the sky
Sworn to fight and die
We're warriors, warriors of the world
If I should fall in battle
My brothers who fight by my side
Gather my horse and weapons
Tell my family how I died
Until then I will be strong
I will fight for all that is real
All who stand in my way
Will die by steel
Brothers everywhere
Raise your hands into the air
We're warriors, warriors of the world
Brothers everywhere
Raise your hands into the air
We're warriors, warriors of the world
Like thunder from the sky
Sworn to fight and die
We're warriors, warriors of the world
Brothers everywhere
Raise your hands into the air
We're warriors, warriors of the world
Brothers everywhere
Raise your hands into the air
We're warriors, warriors of the world
Like thunder from the sky
Sworn to fight and die
We're warriors, warriors of the world
Brothers everywhere
Raise your hands into the air
We're warriors, warriors of the world
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
This Dark Dream
Making love should be an elaborate dance
A symphony of souls combining
Then drifting away
When I look into your eyes
I see two skillful lovers
In the reflection of an icy pond
Set for a conflagration of lust
It all ends in exhaustion and the need to move closer
Knowing soon we will be apart
Perhaps forever more
It is this vision that consoles
Knowing that as far as we roam
Separate and aloof
There will always be this dark dream
A phantasm of ecstasy
In the shadows
That links us together
For eternity.
THE OFFSPRING
"Nitro (Youth Energy)"
Our generation sees the world
not the same as before
We might as well just throw it all
And live like there's no tomorrow
There's no tomorrow
We are the ones
Who are living under the gun every day
You might be gone before you know
So live like there's no tomorrow
Ain't gonna waste this life
There's no tomorrow - you ain't gonna live it for me
Believe it
The official view of the world has changed
In a whole new way
Live fast cause if you don't take it
You'll never make it
So if you understand me
And if you feel the same
Then you will know what nitro means
You'll live like there's no tomorrow - you ain't gonna waste this life
There's no tomorrow - you ain't gonna live it for me
There's no tomorrow
THE OFFSPRING
not the same as before
We might as well just throw it all
And live like there's no tomorrow
There's no tomorrow
We are the ones
Who are living under the gun every day
You might be gone before you know
So live like there's no tomorrow
Ain't gonna waste this life
There's no tomorrow - you ain't gonna live it for me
Believe it
The official view of the world has changed
In a whole new way
Live fast cause if you don't take it
You'll never make it
So if you understand me
And if you feel the same
Then you will know what nitro means
You'll live like there's no tomorrow - you ain't gonna waste this life
There's no tomorrow - you ain't gonna live it for me
There's no tomorrow
“Millions of people are suffering: they want to be loved but they don't know how to love. And love cannot exist as a monologue; it is a dialogue, a very harmonious dialogue. ”
― Osho
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
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