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Flёur - 'Пустота'   

По инерции в облаке света
Неживые шагают тела
Выдыхаю воздух согретый
Но я слабый источник тепла

Холодею у светофора
Выпуская пар изо рта
Отвернись потому что скоро
Разорвет меня пустота

Сохрани мое фото на книжной полке
Там я в старом пальто с сигаретой во рту
Через миг разорвусь на осколки
И наполню собой пустоту

Замерзают в улыбке губы
Видишь до смерти извелась
Видишь движущиеся трупы
Коченеть продолжают кружась

В небе знаков для нас нет больше
Облака примерзли ко льду
Все маршруты ведут в замерших
Вечный холод и пустоту

Пустота...
Пустота...
Пустота...
Пустота...
Пустота...
Пустота...
Пустота...  ... greeting for

. listening to: And Also The Trees - 'Virus Meadow'
. listening to: And Also The Trees - 'Virus Meadow'
. listening to: And Also The Trees - 'Virus Meadow'
. listening to: And Also The Trees - 'Virus Meadow'




. reading: 'Blade Runner', Philip K. Dick
. watching: 'In the Realm of the Senses'
. eating: instant coffee
. drinking: instant coffee
. game playing: 'Deus Ex'

And Also The Trees - 'Dialogue'   

Doves circuit the sky.
In the room where I woke
I heard them fly
Like a rush of blood
Into the endless blue,
Out into the blue.
Reflected light
Trembles on the wall
Where Hannah lies.

I thought of you
And all the things I'd say
All the things I'd say to you.
Out into the blue...
All the things I'd say,
All the things I'd say to you.

She thought of time...
Saw herself by the lake.
The house behind
Ringing with a tune
Of glass and chandeliers...
Her loneliness grew.
The evening brushed
Through her auburn hair
And closed her eyes.

I thought of you
And all the things I'd say
All the things I'd say to you.
Out into the blue...
All the things I'd say,
All the things I'd say to you....


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. listening to: The Cure - 'Shiver And Shake'
. listening to: The Cure - 'Shiver And Shake'
. listening to: The Cure - 'Shiver And Shake'
. listening to: The Cure - 'Shiver And Shake'



. reading: 'A Feast For Crows', George R. R. Martin
. watching: 'Samurai Champloo'
. eating: instant coffee
. drinking: instant coffee
. game playing: 'Shining Soul'

Depeche Mode - 'But Not Tonight'   

Oh God, it's raining
But I'm not complaining
It's filling me up
With new life

The stars in the sky
Bring tears to my eyes
They're lighting my way
Tonight

And I haven't felt so alive
In years

Just for a day
On a day like today
I'll get away from
This constant debauchery

The wind in my hair
Makes me so aware
How good it is to live
Tonight

And I haven't felt so alive
In years

The moon
Is shining in the sky
Reminding me
Of so many other nights
But they're not like tonight

Oh God, it's raining
And I'm not containing
My pleasure at being
So wet
Here on my own
All on my own
How good it feels to be alone
Tonight

And I haven't felt so alive
In years

The moon
Is shining in the sky
Reminding me
Of so many other nights
When my eyes have been so red
I've been mistaken for dead
But not tonight


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. listening to: Marcus Miller - 'La Villette'
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. reading: 'A Feast For Crows', George R. R. Martin
. watching: 'À bout de souffle'
. eating: instant coffee
. drinking: instant coffee
. game playing: 'Final Fantasy VII'

...I was tagged by to write ten facts about my art.
...so there will be no lyrics this time
...or may be just shortshort lyrics?
...like these:

The Stone Roses - 'Elizabeth My Dear'   
Tear me apart and boil my bones
Ill not rest till shes lost her throne
My aim is true my message is clear
Its curtains for you, elizabeth my dear


ok...
...sorry in advance for my gramattticallly terrrrible englishhh etc.

...for first i'm not sure that the 'art' is the right word that represents what i'm doing from time to time...may be i can find some more appropriate words in my native language about this, but i can't in english...but this is not so much important
...and i think that i don't like to write journals...actually i'm sure i don't like this is why only put lyrics here - sometimes they can say enough too and in better way...i don't mean only DA journals, or myspace journals, or blogs, or any form of online journals, i mean even journal writen on some notebook with leather covers that no one except me will read...i always have feeling that when i start to talk/write much i'll say some things that i'll be sorry about later
...for some ppl this will be regular daily stuff, but not for me..anyway it's hard to explain right now so:

- fact: the same is the situation with my drawings - when i draw in most cases i try to not show my feelings at the moment...if there's somtin that i used to worry about at the moment, the drawing could not represent this...if i feel good, well, it's ok, but the drawing could show somtin completely different...yep, i'm using a lot song lyrics, but in most cases they don't fit with my current mood - they are just some visions that someone made a bit more real and clear for me, just like model that i'm looking at in art class...i know, all this sounds very, very stupid, but i really try to act like that...not very successfull every time of course

- second one: ...some kind of paradox may be - i like to draw, and i like it very much, but cuz of fact 1 drawing can't help me to live better with myself or to live better in general...may be i don't have other, better strong point in my life, but if we need to be honest i missed the right time when drawing could become important part in my life long ago..before 15 years may be

- next one: cuz of fact 2 i think about my drawing mostly just like for killing time

- No.4: ...i think it will be better to continue in a short way
...for some reason i can't use colours

- five: ....i'm not doing outline in my drawings...i'm even not sure how to do that using software...aaand i don't use digital colour (in my case black) too, so all the drawings look not black and white, but grey in result...may be will try some tutorial about this some day

- 6: ...i almost always use softness after scanning...i just like softer look may be and this helps to correct damn noise after bad scan

- seventh fact: ...i always use A4 copy paper for drawing, but need to change this, cuz it's quallity is very low and it's bad for drawing i think

- fact 8: ...the most of my drawings looks childish in some way, but this is not somtin that i could explain why...except the reason, that i'm not very familiar with anathomy etc.

- 'nine while nine': my fishes are hungry...i almost can hear how they chatters with jaws...that's not good, so enough about art may be

- TEN: ...but hey, after all i think, that if someday i wake up and i hear a strange, ghostly voice that says that there will be no any obstacle for me to draw from now until death i'll be really happy

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. reading: 'Sin noticias de Grub', Eduardo Mendosa
. watching: 'Breaking The Waves'   
. eating: instant coffee
. drinking: instant coffee
. game playing: 'Grim Fandango'


The Smiths - 'The Queen Is Dead'   

Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the train for London Town,
Take me anywhere,
Drop me anywhere,
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham
But I don't care,
I should like to see my ...

I don't bless them
Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between arches
Her very Lowness with a head in a sling
I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing

I said Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil ?
Oh ...
And so, I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I'm the 18th pale descendant
Of some old queen or other

Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ?
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ?

Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs
I swear to God
I swear : I never even knew what drugs were
Oh ...
So, I broke into the palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said : Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing
I said : That's nothing - you should hear me play piano

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But when you're tied to your Mother's apron
No-one talks about castration
Oh ...

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty
Oh, these are the things that kill me

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair ...
Oh, these are the things that kill me

All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there

Past the Pub who saps your body
And the church who'll snatch your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb
Past the Pub that wrecks your body
And the church - all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb

Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely


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