Random Thoughts 9

You're kidding! You're not? FUCK YEAH!

 

I'm downloading it right now, dear. This better rule.

 

Please tell me the title so I can download it, pronto!

 

Billy Idol - Happy Holidays

 

Gee thanks.

 

Glad I could help...there, that's my Christmas present to you this year, dear

Anyways, how are you today?

 

Merry Christmas to you too, honey I'm fine, thanks. Kind of uber-tired, but fine! How about you?

 

Same. Almost broke my ankle last night wrestling with my brothers, but i'm fine...tired as well, got woken up at 8 AM. Sucks

 

No! We don't need you to be walking around with a cast on new year's eve as well! for tiredness.

 

Bless you.

Yeah, I told Debsheart that I didn't want to be my own Malidear. Luckily, I moved my ankle away from any further damage.

 

i got the mic and you got the mosh pit.

 

Psssh, pffft, and thpppt. How is it that I only just remembered that tonight is Christmas Eve.

 

Is that cast cutting the circulation in your brain?

 

I don't know about my brain, but it's definitely cutting off circulation, and I have the marks to prove it

 

I don't wanna see them. I believe you.

 

It was me, peering through the looking-glass.
Beyond the embrace of Christ.
Like the secret face within the tapestry.
Like a bird of prey over the crest.
And she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask.

Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled.
Emptiness followed by her wake.
I could clasp her in undying love.
Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine.

She faced me in awe. 'twas a token of ebony colour.
Embodied in faint vapour.
Wandering through April's fire.
Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you.

I will endure, hide away.
I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure.

It is a mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before.
The rain was waving goodbye, and when the night came
the forest folded its branches around me.
Something passed by, and I went into a dream.
She laughing and weeping at once: "take me away".

I don't know how or why, I'll never know when.

I can't believe I just noticed the whole lyrics thing about My Arms Your Hearse (where the last word in the song is the name of the next track).

 

I'm so tired i think i might just collapse

 

takingbacksunday

 

Mikael Akerfeldt is the best fucking composer on the planet.


say what you will about Mozart, Beethoven and Steve Harris.