Just Between insanity and genius

chiamatevi come vi pare

alikea1 — Fri, 03 Dec 2010 12:58:30 +0000

Le strade sono infinite, non sarà il loro nome a cambiare il percorso,
e non andate in quelle affollate, la verità non coincide col gregge, non coincide con nessuno, la verità non esiste.
Trovate la vostra strada e percorretela, forse non ve ne accorgete ma vi siete già persi nella ragione.

Dreams Never End

alikea1 — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 21:07:33 +0000

My promise could be your fiend
A given end to your dreams
A simple movement or rhyme
Could be the smallest of signs
We’ll never know what they are or care
In it’s escapable view
There’s no escape so few in fear
Give in a changing value

To be given your sight
Hid in a long peaceful night
A nervous bride for your eyes
A fractured smile that soon dies
A love that’s wrong from your life and soul
A savage mine had begun
Hello, farewell to your love and soul
Hello, farewell to your soul

Now I know what those hands would do
No looking back now, we’re pushing through
We’ll change these feelings, we’ll taste and see
But never guess how the him would scream
But never guess how the him would scream
But never guess how the him would scream

iniziavamo così

alikea1 — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 01:40:39 +0000

no, questa rimane nello scrigno.

Inizio così

alikea1 — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 01:07:03 +0000

buono buono super buono
girare per queste piazze affollate di carne,
a scrutare il confetto più buono che però non c’è,
molti hanno un bel fiocco ma sono vuoti, peccato.
ubriaco di storie, quante ne ho sentite, quanti spettacoli pirotecnici,
pazienza, un po’ di comprensione, ci siamo, piano. piano.

Sailing silver waves, trough the skies and round your eyes
And in the pockets ot the tide a meeting place by night

Sequin covered swans, that are used to make their own mosaic’s
A ceremony comes:
An exponential fate

The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowly come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below

A whiporwhill will in flight, turns east towards westphalia
Insearch of lost time, with the magic of true light

Tone zodiac in tune, with the fossils of our themepark
And falling from the seams, is a steeple swarmed light

The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowla come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below

Galloping galloping beams faster…
Joining together and still faster…
Onwards past never and still faster…
Always past never and still faster…

some candy talking

alikea1 — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 22:07:28 +0000

I’m going down to the place tonight
To see if I can get a taste tonight
A taste of something warm and sweet
That shivers your bones and rises to your heat

I’m going down to the place tonight
The damp and hungry place tonight
Should all the stars shine in the sky
They couldn’t outshine your sparkling eyes
But it’s so hard to be the one
To touch and tease and to do it all for fun
But it’s too much for a young heart to take
Cause hearts are the easiest things you could break

And I talk to the filth and I walk to the door
I’m knee deep in myself
But I want to get more of that stuff
Of that stuff

Some candy talking
Talk

And I want
And I want
Some candy talking

Some candy talk

I love the way she’s walking
I love the way she’s talking
It’s just the way she’s walking
It’s just the way she’s talking

And I need
All that stuff
Give me some
Of that stuff
I want your candy. I want your candy
And I need
Give me some
Of your stuff
Give me some
I want your candy. I want your candy.
I want your candy. I want your candy.
I want stuff

a tutti i produttori di pedali

alikea1 — Fri, 05 Nov 2010 18:31:41 +0000

100 € in media per un solo pedale, grandissimi figli di puttana

Haunted Ocean

alikea1 — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 13:48:09 +0000

accettarsi nonostante i propri difetti

alikea1 — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 16:42:26 +0000

questo stato fa acqua ovunque, a partire dalle persone

alikea1 — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 13:21:14 +0000

andarsene
via, via!

here I am

alikea1 — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 17:55:44 +0000

facile,
facile,
facile,
non alzarsi la mattina per non andar a lavoro,
peggiore è forse? andare a lavoro e riscoprirsi dormienti, distaccati da una realtà che non ci appartiene, una realtà che troveremo solo lontano da qui.