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Getting Through : Music and Songs
addictions | from valhalla - Thursday, April 19, 2007
accessed 852 times ok so this is a product of a charlie trip and system of a down blasting in the background.
Addictions
This is round the time I say my goodbyes and head home
But there’s too much fuckin fun to be had
And when the potions out im never alone
Take it smooth take it slow
It stares at me, we got this connection
Crawling inside, it’s found its way home
Entertaining my mind, seems like my only friend
Mysteries unwind
But there are times when it just goes round the bend
And all that is alive maintains an absorbent feeling
It’s just never really enough
It’s my obsessive healing
And I can’t wonder why I didn’t just get back home
No I can’t wonder why
Cuz it’s too fucked up being dry
Too fucked up being dry
And now the lights are out, the ones that are in my head
Just too bad I can’t recall the things that were said
But when your trip evolves you can’t complete the sentence
Because you’re feeling just too much
And your paranoia’s more than enough
Bring up my soul from underground, its fucking righteous
Confused pagans dancing around
This is me, this is me
Struggle to control this hypnotic sound
Bleeding thoughts from my mind
Complete insanity
Catching up with me from behind
And all that is alive maintains an absorbent feeling
It’s just never really enough
It’s my obsessive healing
And I can’t wonder why I didn’t just get back home
No I can’t wonder why
Cuz it’s too fucked up being dry
Too fucked up being dry
Flying over the abyss, into the land of thought
The spiral catches me
Falling down im caught
No escape from here
With paranoia as my vision
I am safe back home
Safe within my prison
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article |  from SeanSwede
Monday, April 23, 2007 - 14:30
(Agree/Disagree?)
uuuh anyone addicted to sex?
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| | | | | | | from Kelly
Monday, April 23, 2007 - 13:13
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Loved Despite Of Great Faults Lyrics
Artist: Blonde Redhead
document.write('Send Blonde Redhead polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone
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you will move
with me we will
stay still and
words will move around us.
surround us in gold
and in our world
we will be
silent.
you will swim
to me we will
be free
and words will move around us
swim around us
surround us in schools
and in our cool
we'll be reminded.
that you refuse to fade away
i hide to stay the same
where do we go from here
i don't know.
for me you flower to be chosen
i fall down to be noticed
where do we go from here i don't know.
it was a time
a way of life
the only secrets
we talked about
were all the fears
in all these years
we spent together
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| from Kelly
Monday, April 23, 2007 - 12:53
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Is love an addiction, an obsession, a compulsion..? Why does it feel soo god damn good? Why am I afraid? Is it because I think it is too good to be true?
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| | | | | | | | | |  From vix
Monday, April 23, 2007, 13:04
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Love is many things.
Here's my favourite description thereof:
'Love in all eight tones and all five semitones of the word's full octave. Love as agape, eros and philos; love as romance, friendship and adoration; love as infatuation, obsession and lust; love as torture, euphoria, ecstasy and oblivion (this is beginning to read like a Calvin Klein perfume catalogue); love as need, passion and desire.' -- Stephen Fry
Love is the subtext of life.
(Now pass me that bag so I can get the puking over with.)
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