Ud over at høre tre Cure-albums i træk kan det heller ikke anbefales at høre Martin Halls LP "Relief" for fuld skrue hvis man bare har et minimum af ”the blues”.
Eyes and Hands
As I am, changing in these filters of light
Without difference between the symbol and the force, which is symbolized
Just like you, scanning the shadows
I see you through nothing but eyes
Depending on eyes, as the sphere of wound strengthens the love
Earthbound to heaven, but trapped in the mirrors
If selfmade conditions rule perfectly blindly
So selfish bourgeois, so vulgar pretentious in your attempted martyrdom
From sacrifice to power-release, the strain keeps the balance of love
While it shines like a diamond, so dustless and unseen
Beyond tension and form
Feel it, skinless
Take it inIn whirls of love, through eyes and hands
A voice surrounds me, a touch reminds me
Equalizing every change
Again I lie down to die in your arms, surrounded by the rings in the water
Beyond dividing life into senses, in intellectual self-mutilationIn every circle knowing the centre, in every touch a signal so tender
All on the outside, all on the inside
Without distinction
From request to request, hiding in the mirrors
In these laws of pain, in the identity of the pain
Drawing the lines between love and hatred based on code and revenge
Where's your respect for love, where's your respect for life
Acting out neurotic non-appearance
Stimulating some denied desire by simulating a heart on fire
In worlds on location, in wordless betrayal
In the illusion of security
But there will be no restrictions, nor any limits
For body and spirit, when love transcends
In both sense and symbol, beyond good and evil
Beyond you and me
Cover me with your eyes
28. nov. 2006
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Nåååh var prinsessen ikke med til festen ???
Hos Q?
Nej hun havde andre sager for :o).
Nåååh er det derfor du er blå?
Jeg er ved at fyre ansøgninger afsted. På det her inderned, der går det sq stærk ;-)
Hmmmm - sårn depressivt havde jeg det med Dr. Dopo Jam i mine yngre dage .... det var fandme til at slå hodet ind i væggen over!
Everybody hurts er heller ikke et hit, når man er trist. :)
Nope men nu er jeg glad igen.
tak allesammen :o)
"We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun"... Corny, I know, men sådan er det. Den er sikker hver gang. Især hvis jeg forsøger at synge med. *host*
Glad at du er glad igen, hon. :o)
Oooh Ulla. Jeg husker også Seasons in the Sun...Den var god og tårevædende...Klap Moffe..Han trænger tror jeg?
Han sender fotos ud af six-packs, som blot er four-packs :-)
Huh, Morfar .... det er sgu da li' til at hoppe ud fra Rundetårn over det der .... godt at mit ene ben er forstuvet og at der er Fandens langt ind til byen.
YEah Dorte Det er dybt :o)
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