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
8 comments:
I like the first phrase..."she walks in beauty like the night"
(K)
E, that line is from a poem by Lord Byron.
Nilz, you like those British bands, don't you?
I'm wondering if that song is about Marilyn Monroe...maybe I'm wrong.
i don't know... i think he just says "my marilyn" not as marilyn monroe per se, but just as a symbol of a beautiful woman.
and of course... HEROINE, HEROIN... it could be about the drug.
and yes, minnie, i LOVE those british bands ;)
I was on heroine once......
but I fell off of her and dislocated my shoulder.
;) Just a little joke dear Nilz!
I do miss our Lord
Byron that is.
I had a teacher who rolled ontop of his grave........she was a very interesting woman!
Thanks for the song!
XO
Sparse raindrops riding the weave
of my window screen.
Webs of wishes formed by the
droplets visiting me.
The fresh cut grass fills my room with that
familiar scent
Spring, when the weather changes
at the blink of an eye.
Five minutes and be sure of
transformed skies.
A want to vacate the stale air
filled room.
A need to experience the rain as it
tickles my face.
My eyes closed to the occasional
tear cried at some sad scene in the
motion picture called Life.
Sun peeks around the lone cloud, the
curtain in the sky,
the happy-ending waiting for
whatever tragedy to end.
Barefoot, grass sliding, squishing,
sticking against my toes.
I long to remain, to be the heroine
of Life.
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
One of the best songs ever... How are you Nilz?
I just run into this letter:
Every morning when I wake…this is my life everyday.
Darkness surrounds me drowning me in sorrow, coz I know today will be no different from tomorrow.
Hope is quickly fading, soon I’ll be too far gone for saving.
My soul will go and leave my body hollow …
Now I’m reaching for what’s fake, poisoning my body to escape.
Suddenly I’m overwhelmed with optimism, my shoulders no longer feel the weight.
Yeah life feels great, but its fake.
Its fake coz I know the smile on my face is only there, coz I’m too intoxicated to care.
That inside my soul I cant find no hope, just a gaping whole where it used to be there,
an amendable tear, that when I’m sober hurts more than I can bare.
It just ain’t fair
and soon I’ll be back in normality.
When the poison wears off and my whole bodies aching from the pain of reality.
The pain of reality starts to grab at me.
Love is a fallacy and I’m staring straight at death as it tries take another stab at me.
I’m down on my knees and I’m begging someone hear me please answer my questions.
Why is my life just one big deep depression?
Is this gods way of teaching me a lesson?
Forgive me father for I have sinned, this is my confession.
I do bad things and I don’t know why I do them.
I try to do good deeds but people see right through them.
I cant get close to no one, coz they wont let me...
Is that my heart I feel starting to sink
As the more I talk I’m starting to think that maybe I feel this way
because of the mistakes I’ve made and it ain’t got shit to do with no one else.
I can only blame myself, its me who’s bad for my health.
And only I can rectify what is wrong in my life if only I tried a little bit harder.
It all comes down to a choice what would I rather
stay how I am and watch the days get darker
or forgive myself, get on with my life and not look back after.
Is this bad? Something tells me we need some major saving... I've been feeling so weak lately too.
Choose LIFE, that's all. Forget the rest. I think they designed 2 pairs to mutually need eachother but no one else. Could that be it? Reaching limits... yes I think I am.
Choose life, love will save the day.
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