Run to you

very appropiate for this day. Bryan Adams and Halloween... it's very obvious i'm always wearing a costume...

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She says her love for me could never die
But that'd change if she ever found out about you and i

Oh - but her love is cold
It wouldn't hurt her if she didnt know, cause...
When it gets too much
I need to feel your touch

I'm gonna run to you
I'm gonna run to you
Cause when the feeling's right I'm gonna run all night
I'm gonna run to you

She's got a heart of gold she'd never let me down
But you're the one that always turns me on
You keep me coming round

I know her love is true
But it's so damn easy making love to you
I got my mind made up
I need to feel your touch

I'm gonna run to you
I'm gonna run to you
Cause when the feeling's right I'm gonna stay all night
I'm gonna run to you

I'm gonna run to you
When the feeling's right I'm gonna run all night
I'm gonna run to you

written by Bryan Adams and Jim Vallance

happy halloween everyone (K)

Be still...

Be Still (Jobriath)

Do you have to show up on every corner
Won't the dancin' begin without you
Do you have to put on your eyes for me
Be still I love you
Now be still

We walked through space in the twilight hours
But did you really see the starset
In your restless eyes I found the city lights
Be still I love you
Now be still

Be still I love you
Be still I love you
Be still I love you
I still love you now be still

I know the child that I am has hurt you
And I was a woman when I made you cry
But a little boy wants to dry your tears
Be still I love you
Come on now

Be still I love you
Be still I love you
Be still I love you
I still love you now be still
I still love you
Come on now be still

I heard a rumour...

Heroin(e)

I'm addicted...


HEROINE

She walks in beauty like the night
Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers
Pornographic and tragic in black and white
My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour

I'm aching to see my heroine
I'm aching, been dying for hours and hours

She walks in the beauty of a magazine
Complicating the boys in the office towers
Rafaella or Della the silent dream
My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour

I'm aching to see my heroine
I'm aching, been dying for hours and hours

... been dying for hours and hours

She walks in beauty like the night
Hypnotising the silence with her powers
Armageddon is bedding this picture alright
My Marilyn come to slum for an hour

I'm aching to see my heroine
Aching, been dying for hours and hours
I'm 18, I need my heroines
Aching, been dying for hours

Oh and I'm never alone now
Now I'm with her

written by Brett Anderson and Bernard Butler

In Dreams

frank booth is a scary fellow. he's evil incarnated. but he looks up to ben. it's obvious ben has to be weirder. but how much weirder? he lip-synchs to roy orbison's "in dreams" while frank watches him, fighting with the tears in his eyes. david lynch... you sick bastard. i love you.



IN DREAMS (Roy Orbison)

A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
Go to sleep, everything is all right

I close my eyes, then I drift away
Into the magic night, I softly say
A silent prayer like dreamers do
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you

In dreams I walk with you, in dreams I talk to you
In dreams you're mine all of the time we're together
In dreams, in dreams.

But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone
I can't help it, I can't help it, if I cry
I remember that you said goodbye

It's too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams, in beautiful dreams

It Doesn't Matter Two

As I lay here with you
The shame lies with us
We talk of love and trust
That doesn't matter

Though we may be the last in the world
We feel like pioneers
Telling hopes and fears
To one another

And oh what a feeling
Inside of me
It might last for an hour
Wounds aren't healing
Inside of me
Though it feels good now
I know it's only for now

The feeling is intense
You grip me with your eyes
And then I realise
It doesn't matter

written by Martin L. Gore

Tired

the sad monotony of the ferris wheel.

inexperience as the world turns.

life in the eyes of others.

I mistook you for a dream.

"cover my face as the animals die"

- Robert Smith

PS: everything OK ;)

Fear

the elegant blow to the heart.

walking through an earthquake without stumbling.

fear in the shape of desire.

Silent Hedges

Silent Hedges (Peter Murphy/Daniel Ash/David J/Kevin Haskins)

Following the silent hedges
Needing some other kind of madness
Looking into purple eyes
Sadness at the corners
Works of art with a minimum of steel

Pure sensation
The beautiful down grade
Going to hell again
Going to hell again

Self confidence leaks
From a thousand wounds
Faults of civilization
Burning the private paradise of dreams
Minus hands of the electric clock
Clock... clock... clock...

What happens when the intoxication of success has evaporated?

Pure sensation
The beautiful down grade
Going to hell again
Going to hell again
Again... Again... Again...



bye bye

Top Gun

Maverick - "She's lost that lovin feeling."

Goose - "She's lost....no she hasn't."

Maverick - "Yes, she has."

Goose - "She has not lost that lovin..."

Maverick - "Goose, she's lost it, man"

Goose - "Come on....I hate it when she loses that!"

Maverick - "Excuse me, miss."

Goose - "Don't worry. I'll take care of it"


You've lost that lovin' feeling

You never close your eyes anymore
When I kiss your lips
And there's no tenderness like before
In your fingertips
You're trying hard not to show it
But baby, baby I know it

You've lost that lovin' feelin'
Woah, that lovin' feelin'
You've lost that lovin' feelin'
Now it's gone, gone, gone woah

Now there's no welcome look in your eyes
When I reach for you
And you've started to criticize
All the little things I do
It makes me feel like crying
Cause baby' something beautiful's dying

You've lost that lovin' feelin'
Woah, that lovin' feelin'
You've lost that lovin' feelin'
Now it's gone, gone, gone, woah

Baby, baby
I'd get down on my knees for you
If you'd only love me
Like the way you used to do
We had a love, a love
A love you don't find every day
So don't, don't, don't
Please don't take it away

Baby (baby)
Baby (baby)
I need your love (I need your love)
I need your love (ooooh)
Bring it on back (ooooh)
Bring it on back

Bring back that lovin' feelin'
Woah, that lovin' feelin'
Bring back that lovin' feelin'
Before it's gone, gone, gone
And I can't go on, woah

You've lost that lovin' feelin'...



Performed by the Righteous Brothers
Written by Mann/Spector/Weil
Produced by Phil Spector

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"Top Gun" was one of the epitomes of masculinity in the 80s, and somehow it included one of the gayest scenes ever where val kilmer and tom cruise argue just after having taken a shower... towels wrapped aorund their waist and all.

have a nice week everybody ;)

Expose my heartache to the crowd

I Don't Want To Hear It Anymore (Randy Newman)

In my neighbourhood, where folks don't live so good now
The rooms are small, most of building's made of wood
I hear the neighbours talking about you and me
Yes, I've heard most every word
'Cause the talking's loud, and the walls are much too thin

"She don't really love him"
Oh, that's what I heard them say
"She sure wasn't thinking of him today"
"I saw her in the courtyard", said that girl in room 1-49
"Talking to a boy I've never seen before
And standing there together, don't you know they looked so fine"

No, I don't want to hear it anymore
I don't want to hear it anymore
'Cause the talk just never ends
And the heartache soon begins
The talk is so loud and the walls- they're much too thin

"Lord, ain't it sad", said the woman across the hall
"That a nice boy like that falls in love
Hey, it's just too bad that he had to go and fall
For a girl who doesn't care for him at all"

No, I don't want to hear it anymore
I don't want to hear it anymore
'Cause the talk just never ends
And the heartache soon begins
Oh, they talk so loud
And the walls are much too thin

Oh, I wish they wouldn't talk so loud
And expose my heartache to the crowd
These walls around me are so thin
Sometimes I think they're moving in...

Jean Cocteau

43 years ago today.

welcome, sister death.

Prom Night by Ezra Arcia

Another morning lost

it's like waiting for a crash
waiting for your head to get smashed
it's like waking up on your first day blind
feels like a waste of time

there's nothing to do
nothing but wait
i open my eyes
and see you are not there
nothing to do
nothing but wait
i open my eyes
and you're still not there

another breakfast staring at the wall
the sun just doesn't seem to shine at all
oh i'm alright, but i'm lonely, yes i'm alright
it's just another morning lost...

it's like waiting for the end
waiting for someone to call you "friend"
it sure feels like the end

and there's nothing to do
nothing but wait
i open my heart
i know you are not there
nothing to do
nothing but wait

another breakfast staring at the wall
another hanging garden falls, oh no
well i'm lonely, but it's alright, yes i'm lonely
it's just another morning lost...

another breakfast staring at the wall
another hanging garden falls
the sun just doesn't shine at all
i keep on waiting for your call
and nothing ever happens in my life
nothing ever happens in my life
nothing ever happens, never
nothing ever happens, never...

Giselle and I

Drag (Molko/Olsdal/Hewitt)

You're always ahead of the game
I drag behind
You never get caught in the rain
When I'm drenched to the bone every time
You're the first one to swim across the Seine
I lag behind
You're always ahead of the game
While I drag behind

I drag behind
I drag behind
I drag behind
I drag behind

You're always ahead of the pack
I drag behind
You posses every trait that I lack
By coincidence or by design
You're the monkey I've got on my back
That tells me to shine
You're always ahead of the pack
While I drag behind

I drag behind...

You're always ahead of the rest
When I'm always on time
You got As on your algebra tests
I failed and they kept me behind
I just gotta get off my chest
That I think you're divine
You're always ahead of the rest
While I drag behind

I drag behind...

for heaven's sake. catch me before i kill more. i cannot control myself.

William Heiren - The Lipstick Killer

I have trouble maintaining my moral

Someone shot nostalgia in the back...

this is song is taken from bauhaus' last album burning from the inside. since peter murphy was very ill during the recording sessions, some of the songs feature danial ash and, in this case, david j on vocals.

this song makes me sad.



Who Killed Mr. Moonlight? (Bauhaus)

Consider green lakes
And the idiocy of clocks
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

A broken arrow in a bloody pool
The wound in the face
Of midnight proposals
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile

All our dreams have melted down
We are hiding in the bushes
From dead men
Doing Douglas Fairbanks' stunts

All our stories burnt
Our films lost in the rushes
We can't paint any pictures
As the moon had all our brushes

Extracting wasps from stings in flight
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
Who killed Mr. Moonlight
In the shadow of his smile
Who killed Mr. Moonlight
In the shadow of his smile

Grandpa

"Herman! Herman, please! How many times do I have to tell you not to pound stakes while I'm around? You know it gives me heartburn!"

I want...

Recoil is Alan Wilder... ex-Depeche Mode.


Want (Blackman/Wilder)

I want to know how it'll end.
I want to be sure of what it'll 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...

Nobody Loves Us

Nobody Loves Us (Morrissey/Whyte)

Nine times fined
Never mind
Things can only improve
We are just stood here
Waiting for the next great wound

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
And to fluff our breaks, and to stuff our faces with cake

All in all, imagine this :
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at Trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
Never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves

People think all we do
Is lie around and think of how
Rich we'd be if we didn't think
Life could improve

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
And we just can't wait till the whole thing blows up in our face

Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at Trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
So, never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Make our tea
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves

Call us home
Tuck us in
Nobody wants us
Dreamers and schemers
All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed
Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand
Whack us, then
Hug us hard
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves

And we just can't stress, oh, how more the mess
And complete distress won't make much difference to us

Sing us our
Favourite song
Nobody loves us
Born-again athiests
Practising troublemakers
Make us our
Favourite jam
Nobody loves us
Useless and shiftless
And jobless
But we're all yours




Don't get me wrong. I'm happy today. This is just one of my favourite Moz songs. Best phrase: "Born-again athiests".

Happy Monday, everyone :P