zic...

poate ca nu avem nimic in comun
dar asta n'o sa ne opreasca, nu?
chiar daca nu ma crezi, iti place sa iti spun
ca'n viata mea esti numai tu
privesti cu ochi albastri lumea si'o reduci
la florile si Kent'ul de pe masa
dar nu alergi dupa tot felul de haiduci
asta inseamna ca iti pasa?
esti intr'o stare de elan in prima faza
si'ai aripi ce'i dau vantului putere
si sens, un scop, ca'n orice raza
... ii pui vers in orice fraza
si'i tii mintea treaza.
nu auzi nimic din jur c'ai castile'n urechi
dar n'o s'auzi nimic de rau asa
modele noi pentru orice praf vechi
lumea se'nvarte fiindca dansezi tu cu ea
exista litere de lege si legile nescrise
vrei doar sa'ti fie date toate cele promise
mereu ocolesti caci si'asa avem timp
cand vrei sa fii lasata'n pace, nu ceri nimic in schimb...
spun ca de'atatea ori nu s'a'ntamplat nimic
da' totusi viata'i ca un caine pe un stick
lasat in ploaie'n iarna noaptea, hai sa evadam
da fapt hai sa mai stam, mai bine nu scapam...

[Rodeo Jockey vs. Monkey United : 5-5]

chiar crezi ca ma cunosti?

i like...

the way the sun shines on dead roads lost to the world
and how the syllables perfectly fall in every word
blue eyes and dark hair, with skin as white as snow
to get high and fly only to fall down to the lowest of lows

i like...

conspiracy theories, reasons and plots
dead flowers in dead flowerpots and knots
fires and smoking and matches and light
curses and words that cause pain and delight

i like...

playing a part in life's greatest play
seeing it all fall apart in rot and decay
illusions and dreams, things that *pop* in the night
making my point and always being right

i like

lying insanely and sometimes lying in bed
laying a carpet of roses for those who deserve
vaguely remembering the the day that she left
and most of all lying to myself...

[fug de realitate, nu vreau sa imi primesc destinul, stiu ca'l am, doar il aman, nu vreau sa'mi fie'usor, nu vreau sa ma plictisesc, nu vreau sa va indeplinesc asteptarile, dar va voi uimi pe toti. pentru ca toti stiti ca pot dar nu stiti cat de mult inca... cand va fi cazul, voi lasa guri cascate in urma mea. puteti sa fiti siguri de asta... deocamdata o ard fara pretentii... oricum n'am nevoie de voi, nici voi de mine si poate va fut in gura pe toti, toti, toti, tot trec peste toate]

inutilitate seaca

nimeni nu mai lupta pentru nimic in zilele astea. societatea e o masa diforma de oameni care alearga haotic, fara tinta, incercand sa dea sens existentei lor, si asa, precare. prietenii sunt doar oameni la fel de plictisiti si inutili care, intamplator, au ales sa coexiste si sa "nu faca" nimic impreuna. sentimentul asta de apartenenta e, oricum, doar o iluzie. pentru ca totul e o iluzie. azi e soare afara, dar e trecator. la noapte nu va mai fi soare. logic, nu. pana maine totul se poate da peste cap. poate se innoreaza. poate incepe si sa ploua. poate va fi furtuna. sau cutremur. poate maine va fi ultima zi din scurta existenta a omenirii si noi stam ca prostii si scriem/citim bloguri in loc sa mergem sa profitam de, poate, ultima zi insorita a vietii noastre. si uite asa, uitam de unde am pornit. nu vroiam sa subliniez cat de precara e viata insasi. dar, ca intotdeauna, sensul unui cuvant se pierde intr'o mare de "continut" inutil. nimeni nu mai lupta pentru nimic. asta e ideea. poate sunt eu prea batran pentru varsta mea, sau, din contra, prea tanar pentru cati ani am, dar uneori mi se pare ca inot intr'o mare de prosti. niciodata nu m'am autoinclus intre ei. pentru ca nu cred ca sunt prost. incerc sa caut alti oameni care nu sunt prosti. sunt multi oameni speciali, fiecare in felul lor. toti au idei bune cateodata si toti sunt "spirite libere". dar incearca sa'i mobilizezi sa faca ceva notabil. si atunci te vei lovi de ziduri de indiferenta si pasivitate. de aia sunt multi prosti. pentru ca atunci cand lumea nu se asteapta la nimic de la tine, nu ai nici un motiv sa lupti pentru ceva. nu mai exista asteptari si standarde si asta e trist. toti se pierd in context si inteleg ce vor ei cand incerci sa le spui ceva. asa se face ca am inceput sa "selectez clientela"... ma apuc sa ma descotorosesc incet de oamenii care'mi sunt inutili. si asa m'au tras destul in urma. stiu ca pot mai mult si voi face mai mult. si nu o sa ma mai las tras in jos de balast in plus. sunt satul de oameni care nu asculta, care cred ca doar parerea lor conteaza, care nu accepta c'au gresit si care nu invata din greseli. lor le spun la revedere si voi incerca sa'i pastrez cat mai aproape pe ceilalti.

[deocamdata imi ajunge locul pe care'l ocup, nu vreau si locul tau. dar daca imi apare in drum spre locul cuiva pe care'l vreau, fii sigur ca te voi da jos de pe el.]

.the.end.

come on... there's more to everything than meets the eye

you can't just close your eyes to something, hoping it would die

there are no ways to choose the right path for the right to choose

and there are so many things around, you don't care if you lose

there's always something else and always someone better

and i'm starting to get sick and tired of writing all these letters

there is no point, no reason and no gain

it's all my passion that gets spent on you, in vain

i'm not depressed, i'm mad, i'm angry and fed up

and i'm starting to let go of this great load i keep locked up

it's just holding me back, i have to much potential

i've had it, it's enough, we're only broken shells

and what we were is dead and gone and lost...

si nu mai vad in tine nici un rost...

[sfarsit]

.o.t.y. no .o.t.m.!

it's so easy to say and give all away
it's so easy not to care, not to stay
there's no real reason to cry the world away
when all you gotta do is restrain...
you chase dreams, you want a highlife
but in the chase come errors and you're stuck with a high life
a narcotic nausea that follows you wherever
and causes you to bleed your eyes out forever
i don't have the right to pass on the rite
but i know i've been chosen
to choose my own way to write
but i'm broken...
my wrists feel like strangling my life out of me
and my heart keeps on pumping
for the kid that never really got to live
he's still kicking and screaming
it's for the one deep inside that i struggle
it's for the fight that i can never really win in the end
it's all these feelings i juggle
that never seem to blend...
you know how it is, you've hit walls before
a never ending chase, but you know that your hardcore
you know you can bottle it inside and you know you'll survive...
it's not about the props anymore, it's just about life
it's not the game anymore, it's just the pain and the gain
it's not the coming on top anymore, it's the strife
and it's all about knowing nothing was in vain...
never hesitated before, so i wont stop to rest
even though it all collapses daily and it's all just a jest
but i know what i want and i won't stop for suckers
so have a nice trip, see you motherfuckers!

get your fucking high life, i'll stay suburban forever
'cause there's no place to call home in the middle of nowhere
never move on, i care too much about people to lie
but i'd rather keep you in suffering than just let you die...

[you're looking in all the wrong places]