Tuesday, January 31, 2012

"J’ai décidé de ne plus jamais me plaindre. Je viens de m’apercevoir qu’à part mon œil, il y a deux choses qui ne sont pas paralysées. Mon imagination, ma mémoire. L’imagination et la mémoire sont les deux seuls moyens de m’évader de mon scaphandre. Je peux imaginer n’importe quoi, n’importe qui, n’importe où. Me faire caresser par les vagues à la Martinique, rendre visite à la femme que j’aime… Me prosterner devant Ozymandias, le roi des rois. Je peux imaginer n’importe quoi. Vivre mes rêves d’enfant, mes ambitions d’adulte." - Jean-Dominique Bauby

"I decided to never pity myself again. I came to the realization that, other than my eye, there are two things that are not paralyzed. My imagination, my memory. Imagination and memory are the only two ways to escape from my diving bell. I can imaginer whatever, whoever, wherever. Be caressed by the waves of Martinique, pay a visit to the woman that I love...Prosternate myself in front of Ozymandias, the king of kings. I can imagine anything. Live my childhood dreams, my adult ambitions."

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane

Friday, January 20, 2012

But don't forget the songs that made you cry and the songs that saved your life


A sad fact widely known 

The most impassionate song 

To a lonely soul 

Is so easily outgrown 
But don't forget the songs 
That made you smile 
And the songs that made you cry 
When you lay in awe 
On the bedroom floor 
And said : "Oh, oh, smother me Mother..."
No
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 
La... 

The passing of time 

And all of its crimes 

Is making me sad again 
The passing of time 
And all of its sickening crimes 
Is making me sad again 
But don't forget the songs 
That made you cry 
And the songs that saved your life 
Yes, you're older now 
And you're a clever swine 
But they were the only ones who ever stood by you 

The passing of time leaves empty lives 

Waiting to be filled (the passing ...)

The passing of time 

Leaves empty lives 
Waiting to be filled 
I'm here with the cause 
I'm holding the torch 
In the corner of your room 
Can you hear me ? 
And when you're dancing and laughing 
And finally living 
Hear my voice in your head 
And think of me kindly 
No ... 
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 
La ... 
No ... 
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 
Do you 

Love me like you used to ? 

Oh ... 

Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 
La ... 
You're clever 

Everybody's clever nowadays 

You're clever 

Everybody's clever nowadays 
You are sleeping 

You do not want to believe 

You are sleeping 

You do not want to believe 
You are sleeping 
You do not want to believe 
You are sleeping 

What 20-Somethings Want

"...You want a job, a vacation, health insurance, validation, a back rub, a scalp massage at the place where you get your haircut, people who are jealous of you, an ex who won’t stop texting you when they’re drunk, Twitter followers, happiness maybe sorta, someone to buy you lunch at a fancy restaurant, a mentor who can tell you what the hell to do with your life, a reliable internet connection, a reliable human connection, a gift card to the grocery store, dinner parties with friends where everyone will pretend to have their crap together for just one night, a nice flirty text message to wake up to every morning for the rest of your life, for everyone to like you even if you don’t like anyone, and one of those nights that doesn’t end till 9 AM and reminds you what it feels like to be young and alive. Oh, and $$$. That’s all. Think you can get that for me? For us?"


The rest of the essay can be found here: http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/what-20-somehings-want/

Saturday, January 14, 2012


Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time

Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like: "No please" stay here
We don't need no money we can make it all work
But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday
I stayed up waitin', anticipatin' and pacin' but he was
Chasing paper
"Caught up in the game" that was the last I heard

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time

He went out every night
And baby that's alright
I told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side
Cause I'm a ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more but that not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancin' all night
Then they took you away-stole you out of my life
You just need to remember....

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time

Saturday, January 7, 2012

"Don't be like me. Salvation doesn't lie within four walls. I'm too serious to be a dilettante and too much a dabbler to be a professional. Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected." - La Dolce Vita