Roses in the Hospital Live

E' la nuova Song Of The Moment, da Gold Against The Soul del 1993 - il mio album preferito :)

Roses in the hospital

Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my fingernails out
Roses in the hospital
I want to cling to something soft
Roses in the hospital
Progressing like a constant war
Roses in the hospital
There's no one to feel ashamed for

All we wanted was a home
Now we are so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your fucking love

Roses in the hospital
Stub cigarettes out on my arm
Roses in the hospital
Want to feel something of value
Roses in the hospital
Nothing really makes me happy
Roses in the hospital
Heroin is just too trendy

All we wanted was a home
Now we're so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your fucking love

Roses in the hospital
This century achieved so much
Roses in the hospital
To make a voice no voice at all
Roses in the hospital
Flowers cannot express the loss
Roses in the hospital
Torn reflections of burnt out trash
Burnt out trash

Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever
Forever

Forever ever delayed
(Independence is a game)
Forever ever delayed
(Credibility, I'm yawning)
Forever
Forever
Rudi Rudi Rudi can't fail

Forever ever delayed
Forever delayed
Forever
Forever

Forever delayed
The West scratches onto my skin
Forever delayed
Contagious like a suntan
We never felt any sun
Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail

Indian Summer

Per il primo post del nuovo anno ho scelto una delle pochissime canzoni con un testo positivo; a dire il vero con tutto quello che sta succedendo in giro per il mondo ero dell'idea di usare tutt'altro, Of Walking Abortion per esempio, ma visto che sono della filosofia the best times are yet to come..

Forse quest'estate arriverà e ci schiarirà la mente / Per trovare l'impulso ad amare ancora la luce del sole..



Indian Summer

If God persists, persists in saying yes
I guess we’ll have, we’ll have to test ourselves
Maybe this summer will come and clear our minds
To find the impulse to love the sunshine

I guess we’ll have to test
Until there’s nothing left
We said that truth was fixed
It’s lost without a trace

Whose crime is eternity
When time lost is certainty
The Indian summer

Maybe this time we’ll kiss and we’ll not shake hands
Indian summer, still and unbroken
And leave all this material beneath
Remember the reasons
The reasons that made us be

I guess we’ll have to test
what's darker than ourselves
We said the truth was fixed
It’s lost without a trace

Whose crime is eternity
When time lost is certainty
The Indian summer…

I guess we’ll have to test
Until there’s nothing left
We said that truth was fixed
It’s lost without a trace…

Il video è quello ufficiale, Indian Summer è il 3° singolo estratto da Send Away The Tigers. Lo passano su MTV Italia? Se mi è capitato di vedere un paio di volte Autumnsong è già tanto!

Nuova sezione Friend Sites

Ho aggiunto una nuova sezione al blog con i primi affiliati di SendAwayTheTigers: LoveManics.com - bellissimo fansite tailandese, che era prima nella sezione Links - e IThinkP.! , blog di grafica e illustrazioni di Panfilia.

Cerco anche altri affiliati, perciò se c'è qualche interessato lasciatemi un commento o un messaggio nella c-box :)

Small Black Flowers..

Avrete sentito di quanto è successo ieri allo zoo di San Francisco - 4 tigri sono fuggite dalla loro gabbia ed hanno aggredito dei visitatori. Hanno ancora un senso gli zoo nel ventunesimo secolo? Vedere degli animali in gabbia è divertente? Più che per il morto e i feriti, e più che per la tigre uccisa - è quella della foto, un animale tenuto in quelle condizioni.. cos'altro ci si poteva aspettare? - che per lo meno ora è libera, provo pena per le 3 rimaste, che sono state catturate e rimesse in gabbia, e non possono fare altro che sognare i piccoli fiori neri che crescono nel cielo...



The small black flowers that grow in the sky

You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder
Environment not yours you see through it all

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Here chewing your tail is joy

Ghost of Christmas

L'ho appena inserita come Song of the Moment: enjoy!

Christmas single - domani sul sito ufficiale!

Il famoso Christmas single alla fine ci sarà!! Sarà scaricabile gratuitamente dal sito ufficiale il giorno 1 dicembre, il titolo è The Ghosts of Christmas.

Nuova Song of the Moment: Too cold here

Innanzitutto, ho cambiato il nome della sezione, ora è Song of the Moment, così la cambio ogni volta ke mi gira, nn più una volta al mese o alla settimana! E aggiungo l'etichetta Song Of The Day così potete trovare i post con le canzoni precedenti dall'elenco Etichette.

La nuova canzone è Too Cold Here, b-side di Revol - Enjoy !




"Too cold here"

Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly
You soon wish you couldn't see at all
Tortured in the mind, six voices alone
Futile gestures, emotionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong, but what's right?
And a cute lie makes everything uptight
To kill your dream before it's considered
To live in silence, airless closet, no vision

It's easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at all

Too cold here
Turn yourself bleeding inside
Always look for walls to lean beside
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleed it's eyes
Always look for shade to cover your eyes

Self pity yourself is so shallow
I am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone

Whisky my coral, my piece of mind
Hello mr. samsung you can't clean my soul
Wake up sighing, mass for the bleeding
Never share sadness mine no man prays painless
Coalescing mine are hidden rooms,
Cannot give anything and never could

Prison it's only four walls but sometimes
The mind is the smallest prison of all,
Offering there upon offering
As a ball with a touch feels
Through it's fall, through it's fall.