Dance Little Liar...

Arctic Monkeys
Dance Little Liar

I heard the truth was built to bend
A mechanism to suspend the guilt
Is what you are requiring still
You've got to dance little liar

Just like those fibbs to pop and fizz
And you'll be forced to take that awful quiz
And you're bound to trip
And she'll detect the fiction on
Your lips and dig a contradicion up

And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When theres dirt beneth the dirt
The liar take a lot less time

I'm sure its clear and plain to me
It's not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no, its something for those beads of sweat
Yes, that we'll get you back to normal

And after you have dabbed the patch you’ll grieve
And then proceed to scratch the varnish off
That newly added calmness
So as not to raise any alarms too soon

And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When theres dirt beneath the dirt

The liar takes a lot less
Time to decide on his saunter
Have you got itchy bones?
And in all your time alone
Can you hack your mind being riddled
with the wrong memories?


And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When theres dirt between the dirt

Bright Lights

Sometimes it seems as if the sun can dispel the gloomy thoughts;
Sometimes, we should lock the door and keep the darkness out;
Because there is always hope;
And when it hurts, remember:

"No one can take it away from me
And no one can tear it apart,
because a heart that hurts
is a heart that works."
[Bright lights; Placebo]

The Last Shadow Puppets - 'My Mistakes Were Made For You'

My Mistakes Were Made For You
The Last Shadow Puppets

About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
My mistakes were made for you

And in the back room of a bad dream, she came
And whisked me away, enthused

And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will hit something
On the hazardous terrain.

And we're just following the flock, around
And the in-between, before we're smashed to smithereens -
Like they were, and we scramble from the blame.
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldnt help, but spit 'em out
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds

She was bitten on her birthday, and now
A face in the crowd, she's not
And I suspect that now - forever the shape
She came to escape - is forgot
And it's alot to ask and not to sting
Give her less than everything
Around your crooked conscious she will wind.

'Cos we're just following the flock around
And the in-between
Before we're smashed to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldnt help, but spit 'em out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
And it's a lot to ask and not to sting
Giver her less than everything
Innocence and arrogance intwined

I Will Possess Your Heart.

"I Will Possess Your Heart"
song by Death Cab For Cutie;

How I wish you could see the potential,
the potential of you and me.
It's like a book elegantly bound but,
in a language that you can't read.
Just yet.

There are days when outside your window
I see my reflection as I slowly pass,
and I long for this mirrored perspective
when we'll be lovers, lovers at last.

You reject my advances...
and desperate pleas...
I won't let you let me down...
So easily.
So easily.

You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart.
I will possess your heart.
I will possess your heart.

Science doesn't know everything.

I like psychology, because it helps us understand people. Sometimes I just sit somewhere and watch how people pass by, analyzing them. I don’t think they can be understood though.
There’s always a little mystery behind every honest person, a lie – behind every happy one; always a little hope in the wistful eyes, and a little sorrow in every lover’s glimpse, searching for their other half.

Another sleepless night

Art. It is beautiful..
Beautiful… And what is beauty? There isn’t a precise definition and it will be accurate if I agree that it is a relative term. We see the world through our eyes, thus it is different for everyone. Actually, we don’t see the world – we see its reflection in our minds. Picture yourself in a car, maybe waiting for something, because the engine is off. Its dark and it’s raining outside. You can see the traffic lights. It displays a green light, which is refracted by many different-shaped raindrops on the side window. Those raindrops reflect some parts of the light, not the whole of it, changing it somehow. Those raindrops are our thoughts, feelings, impressions and they change the image of the world we think we live in.