Monthly Archives: December 2009

Tabula Rasa

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Anarchy wears two faces, both creator and destroyer. Thus destroyers topple empires, make a canvas of clean rubble where creators can build a better world. Rubble, once achieved, makes further ruin’s means irrelevant.

Away with our explosives, then! Away with our destroyers! They have no place within our better world.

But let us raise a toast to all our bombers, all our bastards, most unlovely and most unforgivable.

Let us drink to their health… then meet with them no more.

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How do you write a tune in words?

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Craig Armstrong – Amber.

Followed by Finding Beauty.

La stessa bellezza che ho perduto, along the road. L’ho riposta in un qualche angolo dell’Ideale. Potrei cominciare un’intera parentesi personal-filosofica sull’Ideale. Ma ora come ora non trovo le parole, non ho troppa voglia e ho un fuoco nel camino a cui badare.

Posso chiedere un favore? All of you, just go. Leave me alone, just for a while. Until, for once, I am in need.

Merci.

Gone

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You are all defining me
Like you know me inside out
If I let it get to me
You’ll damage me beyond repair

I have always done my best
To block it out and keep myself
But lately it has been so hard
And I don’t know where I end and you start

These are the words that I have bled
These are the tears that I have shed
These are the bleak roads that I tread
This is the hope to which they led

Can you hear me now?
Can you see me now?
Can you touch me now?

Deep inside I’m gone
Deep inside I’m gone
Deep inside I’m gone
Deep inside I’m gone

And I have given more than most
I fucking overdosed on honesty
But then, when I’ve given everything
Then what will there be left of me?

And who’ll stand by this troubled man
With a burning mind and a fever inside?
See, if I cannot direct this flame
It might just burn everything in it’s way

These are the words that I have bled
These are the tears that I have shed
These are the bleak roads that I tread
This is the hope to which they led

Can you hear me now?
Can you see me now?
Can you touch me now?

Deep inside I’m gone
Deep inside I’m gone
Deep inside I’m gone
Deep inside I’m gone

I just never seem to be enough
Here are too many mouths to feed
Too many reached out hands to hold
Too many broken hearts to heal
And in the end, I’ll spread too thin
And gently overbleed
Sadly overestimate
The amount of me

I’ll let you crawl into my head
I’ll let you crawl under my skin
I’ll let you taste every tear I’ve shed
I’m always letting you right in

So crawl over the words I’ve bled
I’m not really there
Undress and crawl into my bed
I’m not really there
I’m gone
Oh yeah
You see, deep inside I’m gone