my kind of honey, how about yours?

It's not all about "Creep" please...every words in each every song meant so much to me. Pointing out their honesty, sincerity, energetic, hope & a pure drive from the band itself. It's raw. It makes you want to be, in a band. A depressing-ballad.

Stylistic-noise-dance beat-unromantic-fuzz-break beat-fuzz-loud dark screaming feedbacks
what can i say...i love 'em
sooo...unforgiving
"i wanna die just Jesus Christ...i wanna die just like JFK..." it's fucking classic!
TEENAGE LUST!

going after you

why not super modern-electro-gadgets? big boys toys with cocky dreams & cocky words? or a woman magnet toys with big show off? what a loser bastard.
well...that's what makes you & me different.

a big fan of Telecaster, still...

thoughts

no one is perfect. signs doesn't work well-it's playing number & figures. pluto was wrong. sucking young blood? it has to be saved. good advice is welcome. cruel intention? better start digging your own grave. confusion? it's a part trying to make Market Garden a success. cheap propaganda? cheap tricks? gets cheap value & cheap success. lost? there's always home. it's calm, warm & love. Rome wasn't built in a day. the collapse of the Roman Empire was a catastrophe. by power & ENVY. analogue? go through the hard way & there's a risk to start all over again. but the final result? it's warm & beautiful. telling stories doesn't make you win a war. you fight, struggle, there's death & sadness.

Knife's out

so much pain inside
so much hatred inside
so much trust & love given

blind
idiot
stupid?
cheated!

less attention?
neglect?

millions of excuses
so-called true love awaits!

hungry wolf has been waiting outside
waiting
wild red eyes
dripping sugary saliva
aaaaahhhh......let me come inside you

a dog always be a dog

the gun need to shot

the history is repeating it self again

GOD have mercy on us

Love Will Tear Us Apart

When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And were changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again

Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
Our respect run so dry?
Yet theres still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again

Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just can't function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again

Art

Gustave Doré illustration to the 1884 edition of Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven: Sorrow for the lost Lenore