Prosinec 2007
Placebo - Twenty Years
10. prosince 2007 v 21:52 | Valezka | Videa z youtubeNo neni ten Molko k sežrání?
Dave Gahan - Saw Something
8. prosince 2007 v 12:13 | Valezka | Videa z youtubeSnad nejlepší písnička z Dejvákovýho alba Hourglass podkreslená krásnýma, i když většinou dost smutnýma, obrázkama.
Uplakanej svět
6. prosince 2007 v 20:03 | Valezka | Moje myšlenkový pochodySvět je plnej pesimismu. A nějak to od něj začínám chytat i já. Je to smutný, ale je to tak. Už se nedokážu usmívat nad maličkostma. Nedávno mě to docela vyděsilo. Vždyť jsem vždycky všechno viděla z tý lepší stránky a můj život byl krásnej. Tak co se děje?
Zdá se mi, že bejt absolutně nešťastnej a v depresi je dneska hrozná móda. Brečet nad vlastní bolavou skutečností a neohlížet se po ostatních. A nebo je to tou uspěchanou dobou? Stresem a nenávistí mezi lidma? Kdo ví. Ale už me to fakt nebaví.
Asi se zavřu ve svý malý dětský realitě a budu zase šťastná. Třeba se budu zase smát. Jinak to vyřešit neumím. Prostě uteču...
Recoil - Breath Control
2. prosince 2007 v 22:37 | Valezka | Oblíbené textyWho wouldn't want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman? He said, "It's been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style. I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes." And so the bedroom became the black room but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn't quite prepared for. He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch. I like how the skins look on your white hands. I'd like you to deliver one of my demands." He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle." I sat astride his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it's just breath control." He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back. He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It's just breath control. Just breath control. I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up, I felt something creep up like a taste for this. Like a reward. A kind of love, a kind of lustmord. It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn't coming up again. I held on for twelve. I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still, I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand. "It's just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed. I sat aside his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill. It's just breath control." When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim and a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man. He said, "I know you're looking for something that's hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind." And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face.... "It's just control."
Recoil - Luscious Apparatus
2. prosince 2007 v 22:34 | Valezka | Oblíbené textyCarla was on her break from the graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory
She sat at a teetering picnic table
There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold
She sat at a teetering picnic table
There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold
Carla took out her knife and began etching random words into the table's surface
Then she thought of her co-worker Jack
Then she thought of her co-worker Jack
Recoil - Want
2. prosince 2007 v 22:32 | Valezka | Oblíbené textyI want to know how it will end. I want to be sure of what it will cost. I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me. I want you to call me on your drug phone. I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later. I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire. I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win. I want the name of the ruiner. I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn. I want you to know that being kind is overrated. I want to write my secret across your sky. I want to watch you lose control. I want to watch you lose. I want to know exactly what it's going to take. I want to see you insert yourself into glory. I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been. I want you to watch when I go down in flames. I want a list of atrocities done in your name. I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back. I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer. I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open. I want to taste my own kind. I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side. I want you to come on strong. I want to leave you out in the cold. I want the exact same thing but different. I want some soft drugs...some soft, soft drugs. I want to throw you. I want you to know I know. I want to know if you read me. I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit. I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do. I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted. I want a controlling interest. I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die. I want to be your secret hater. I want to stop destroying you but I can't. And I want and I want and I want and I will always be hungry. And I want and I want and I want.