A second in a Minute

Posted: June 25, 2015 in satire, sarcasm

LouisCypher:

I’ll keep you safe
Try hard to concentrate
Hold out your hand
Can you feel the weight of it?
The whole world at your fingertips
Don’t be, no just don’t be afraid
Our mistakes will be ours, they were bound to be made
But I promise you always, I’ll keep you safe

You’ll be an architect so pull up your sleeves
And build a new silhouette
In the skylines believed
Don’t be, just don’t be afraid
Our mistakes they were bound to be made
But I promise you I’ll keep you safe
I’ll keep you safe

Darkness will be rewritten 
Into a work of fiction, you’ll see
As you pull every ribbon 
Each a rare part of me
You’ll find every secret
Behind locked door’s where they’ll be
The keys they still sleep
Some memories remain hidden
But for you they’ll still keep

The sound of the branches breaking under your feet
The smell of the falling and burning leaves
The bitterness of winter
Or the sweetness of spring
You are an artist 
And your heart is your masterpiece
And I’ll keep it safe

Dismiss the invisible
By giving it shape
Like a clockmaker fixes time
By keeping the gears in line
Don’t be, just don’t be afraid
God only knows all the mistakes that you and i will make
But I promise you through it’ll all 
I’ll keep you safe

As you build up your collection
Of pearls that you pulled from the deep
A landscape more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen
The sound of the branches breaking under your feet
The smell of the falling and burning leaves
The bitterness of winter
Or the sweetness of spring
You are an artist 
And your heart is your masterpiece
And I’ll keep it safe

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This darkness cooled my light
We move to different sides
I poured the guilt right over my eyes
As I rose to greet the sky

I’ve never felt this before
See you dead on the floor
I can’t recall a single day
That’s gonna make this pain slip away

My senses have been so cold
Didn’t know how to feel or hold
For a second I felt something in you
For a second I believed in you

And a second was too long for you
A full minute I was killing you
One day i hope that dream comes true
But i did believe in you
For a second..

And I want to know
And I want to be
And I want to feel

We could, my friend
We can
We could, my friend
We can
We should not end
I wanna be part of
Something more

If there’s even…

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One of the better ones, short and sweet, Dance, Acid, Grind, House and Pop
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If there’s even the slightest hint of gravity then your smile will eventually die..Life, well that taught me to die, and Love just taught me to Lie, Darling, can you teach me to cry? God? Guess I’ll never know why, it’s so hard to ask,
When everything is a stale empty try.

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Death’s still an Angel

Posted: June 4, 2015 in satire, sarcasm

LouisCypher:

Death is an Ancient Angel full of compassion, kindness, warmth and carries a dream of childhood innocence to present at our release.

Through pain, there’s release,
At the end he’ll be there
Not as a nightmare with scythe glinting in the eternal moonlight
But as the bridge over the chasm
A beckoning call across the Heath, a voice of beauty, mysterious and strong

Calling you back through the years that you’ve struggled, holding you tight as it carries you home

The home you remember but only in dreams, a loving place to sleep,
to rest,
to end

If the sun didn’t rise tomorrow would my heart even miss a beat. Would i care at all, would i even see it.

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Death is an Ancient Angel full of compassion, kindness, warmth and carries a dream of childhood innocence to present at our release.
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Through pain, there’s release,
At the end he’ll be there
Not as a nightmare with scythe glinting in the eternal moonlight
But as the bridge over the chasm
A beckoning call across the Heath, a voice of beauty, mysterious and strong

Calling you back through the years that you’ve struggled, holding you tight as it carries you home

The home you remember but only in dreams, a loving place to sleep,
to rest,
to end

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LouisCypher:

They stand to fight for nothing.
And we show how stupid we’ve become.
As fortune favours only those,
who care too much to see.

It will never be okay,
some will say.
We stand to fight for nothing,
so close your eyes and stay away.
Don’t believe their headlines
they poison our minds,

everyday

It will never be the same,
We’re purpose buried everyday.
The lies that lead you to the grave.
As some will always say.

And you will never be okay,
as some will say.
If purpose buried everyday,
as some will say.
Lies that lead you to the grave,
as some will say.

your revolution is a joke,
as I will say

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They stand to fight for nothing.
And we show how stupid we’ve become.
As fortune favours only those,
who care too much to see.

It will never be okay,
some will say.
We stand to fight for nothing,
so close your eyes and stay away.
Don’t believe their headlines
they poison our minds,

everyday

It will never be the same,
We’re purpose buried everyday.
The lies that lead you to the grave.
As some will always say.

And you will never be okay,
as some will say.
If purpose buried everyday,
as some will say.
Lies that lead you to the grave,
as some will say.

your revolution is a joke,
as I will say….

If there’s even the slightest hint of gravity then your smile will eventually die..Life, well that taught me to die, and Love just taught me to Lie, Darling, can you teach me to cry? God?…

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I Never Expected Anything

Posted: March 16, 2015 in satire, sarcasm

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I never expected nothing, from this disease they call live,
it’s hard to believe and want anything,
when anything is nothing and nothing ever survives
It’s hard to smile
well it just is,
No reason given, no inside perspective,
No don’t, don’t look at me,
You merely look thru me, your eyes are open, but your seeing right through the heart of me
I won’t continue this

I won’t ever let you know, what i was expecting, what i was waiting for..
Explanation? You shouldn’t need to ask, that’s what a soul, in soulmate it’s for
Grief is burned, inside your private, carpeted, private funeral vault
I won’t accept this,
This guilt, this hate, it isn’t my fault
But off course il carry it anyway,
Why change the habit of a lifetime
I can’t be what I’m not,
What the He’ll is the world expecting of me?
Corrupt, scared, broken…

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First, One has to say how much young Tom looks like his Grandad, the colouring, the eyes and the mouth are a perfect match, fair enough Tom Hardy isn’t massively overweight like his roly poly Grandpa but he can whack the pounds on when he needs to.
And i can’t really imagine Oliver Hardy playing Bane in Batman neither but I’m sure he would have given it a great go..
Stan Laurel on the other hand, although he couldn’t of played Bane, unless it was Bane with Cancer, sort of ” End Days” Batman & Bane, he would have been able to play almost any character because like all English people he has an English accent, was classically trained making his bones playing Shakespearerian parts all over Great Britain and the then flea pit, 3rd world country of the US..
If only he’d passed his acting skills on to his Grandson Clint Eastwood then we may have seen some truly great movies out of Clint, rather than crappy fight movies with a big monkey and Homosexual Hells Angels, I’m not sure which group were most embarrassed, the Homosexuals or the Hells Angels..
Just take a look at Clint, then look at Stan Laurel,IDENTICAL, the hairline and hair style speak for themselves surely, show me two other idiots who are prepared to have such an awful hair cut with such a crazy widows peak, that’s right, you can’t, case proved, well almost, forget the fact that fancy mathematics dictates that Mr Laurel couldn’t possibly be the Farther of Clint Eastwood otherwise Mr Eastwood would be dead at 121 years of age.
(Let’s be candid, he’s not far behind that anyway at 97 in five weeks time) papers can be faked, people lie, documents can be wrong, take all three together and it’s not just plausible and possible it’s simply correct.
Some say Mr Eastwood’s prostitute mother wasn’t in the same vicinity of the US at the time Stan Laurel was, indeed, as a 22 year old hooker whore she was in New York, Stan Laurel was in neighbouring London England, i say SHE LIES, she is a prostitute anyway and their always lying..
Even on the supposition that Mrs Eastwood Whore is telling the truth, it’s only a few hours flight from London to New York, i know planes probably weren’t as fast in 1932 but Concorde had just started transatlantic flights so i maintain Mr Laurel could have made the flight, and indeed did, a quick hop of the plane, hop on Mrs Eastwood, shook his sex stick around, hop off and back home to Blighty for tea and crumpets before his wife Queen Victoria even noticed..
Voila, a Dirty Harry fetus was hatched, the fact that Stan Laurel would have been 92 at this point doesn’t detract from the validity of my claims one bit, although DNA tests, genealogy records and witnesses to name but a few apparently can and do say some English people desperate not to have Clint Eastwood as the next King of England.
To be perfectly honest, who the Hell can blame them..
RIP Laurel & Hardy, you gave me many laughs when i was a child, not so many as an adult when i developed taste but still, i like the one where they join the Foreign Legion as it led to my own 3 day career with the same unit.
They made it look to DAMN EASY, same with the jail one..
A good time was had by some..

If there’s even the slightest hint of gravity..Love, taught me to lie, life taught me to die..

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Lost like Alone

Posted: February 5, 2015 in satire, sarcasm

Originally posted on NEONCHIMPANZEE:

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I can feel them in my dreams, closing in everynight until eventually sleep will bring no further respite for me..

Grasping it in their hands like their fucking life’s depended on it, trying to force it on me, as if the act alone will fulfil their own lives..

Reality, cold and sharp edged like razor wire and broken glass, their determined i join them in their world, their world of reality, because any other life they can’t understand..

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But i won’t come, il stay in the dreams of my minds making, my meditation that pulls images of unknown things from another dimension, who’s to say who’s life is more real?

When one dreams do we realise we are dreaming?or are we unaware until we awaken, are our life’s the same, only realise that it was a dream when we pass to another plane..

Il sleep, il stay, i shant be…

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