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Post by April on Sept 27, 2006 7:23:54 GMT -8
Ben Holmes: Bridge, ya know, I mean, what I always thought was that there was this one, one perfect person for everybody in the world, you know, and when you found that person, uh, the rest of the world just kinda magically faded away and... and you know, the two of you would just be inside this kind of protective bubble. But there is no bubble, or if there is, we have to make it. I just think life is more than a series of moments, you know, it's... it's... we can make choices and we can choose to protect the people we love and that's what makes us who we are, and those are the real miracles! Stop me when it becomes glaringly obvious that I have no idea what I am talking about...
--Ben Affleck, as Ben Holmes in Forces of Nature.
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Post by FormerlyBlueEyedGirl on Dec 4, 2006 16:00:29 GMT -8
Fear ~ Sarah McLachlan
Morning smiles Like the face of a newborn child Innocent unknowing Winter’s end Promises of a long lost friend Speaks to me of comfort
But I fear I have nothing to give I have so much to lose Here in this lonely place Tangled up in our embrace There’s nothing I’d like Better than to fall But I fear I have nothing to give
Wind in time Rapes the flower trembling on the vine Nothing yields to shelter it From above They say temptation will destroy our love The never ending hunger
But I fear I have nothing to give I have so much to lose Here in this lonely place Tangled up in our embrace There’s nothing I’d like Better than to fall But I fear I have nothing to give I have so much to lose I have nothing to give We have so much to lose...
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Post by FormerlyBlueEyedGirl on Dec 6, 2006 2:30:21 GMT -8
Tool - Reflection I have come curiously close to the end, down Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole, Defeated, I concede and move closer I may find comfort here. I may find peace within the emptiness, How pitiful.
It's calling me...
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping The moon tells me a secret, my confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and A million light reflections pass over me The source is bright and endless She resusitates the hopeless Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt Don't wanna stay down here surving my narcissism I must crucify the ego before it's far too late I pray the light lifts me out Before I pine away.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late And leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical And you will come to find that we are all one mind Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable So let the light touch you and let the words spill through Just let them pass right through bringing out our hope and reason Before we pine away.
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Vyper
Nibbles: 442
Crackin' since: January 2007
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Post by Vyper on Jan 22, 2007 19:15:12 GMT -8
"Welcome back ladies and gentleman to Monday Night Raw"
Jim Ross - WWE Monday Night Raw
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Post by FormerlyBlueEyedGirl on Jan 23, 2007 6:50:26 GMT -8
"get einstein working on the numbers" cube
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Post by April on Jan 24, 2007 11:50:18 GMT -8
"E-motion sickness Distorted eyes when everything is clearly dying..."
Emotion Sickness by Silverchair
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Post by FormerlyBlueEyedGirl on Jan 30, 2007 6:46:07 GMT -8
^one of my first favourite bands, way back in the day... i mostly like their frogstomp and freakshow albums tho... back when they were grunge LOL
Delerium - Silence
Give me release Witness me I am outside Give me peace Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up when the rage in me subsides Passion choke the flower Until she cries no more Possessing all the beauty Hungry still for more Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up when the rage in me subsides In this white wave I am sinking in this silence In this white wave in this silence I believe I can't help this longing Comfort me I can't hold it all in If you won't let me Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up when the rage in me subsides In this white wave I am sinking In this silence In this white wave In this silence I believe I have seen you in this white wave you are silent You are breathing in this white wave I am free
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Post by April on Feb 2, 2007 6:27:46 GMT -8
"I want you like the roses want the rain...I need you like the poet needs the pain." —Bon Jovi ♥ In These Arms
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Post by FormerlyBlueEyedGirl on Feb 4, 2007 7:26:18 GMT -8
It doesn’t mean much It doesn’t mean anything at all The life I’ve left behind me Is a cold room I’ve crossed the last line From where I can’t return Where every step I took in faith Betrayed me And led me from my home And sweet Sweet surrender Is all that I have to give sarah mclachlan - sweet surrender i'm having a morose day
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Post by FormerlyBlueEyedGirl on Feb 15, 2007 5:36:45 GMT -8
feeling indie today... hence:
Ani di Franco - "Serpentine"
a defacto choice of macro-microcosmic melancholy but baby any way you slice it, I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone
yeah the goons have gone global and the CEO's are shredding files and the democrans and the republicrats are flashing their toothy smiles
and Uncle Tom is posing for a photo-op with the oval office klan and Uncle Sam is riggin' cockfights in the promised land and that knife you stuck in my back is still there it pinches a little when I sigh and moan and these days I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone
cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestion and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks the question I mean causation by definition is such a complex compilation of factors that to even try to say why is to oversimplify that's a far cry, isn't it dear, from acting like you're the only one there unrepentantly self-centered and unfair
enter all suckers scrambling for the truth exit mr. eye-contact who took his flirt and flew the coup but whatever, no matter, no fishin trips, no fishin cause momma's officially out of commission
and did I mention in there somewhere did I mention somewhere in there that I traded Babe Ruth, yes I traded the only player that was bigger than the game and I can't even tell you why, cause you'd think I'm insane. and that's the truth
and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power sniping off sharp-shooter singles from their styrofoam towers, and hip-hop is tied up in the back room with a logo stuffed in its mouth cause the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house
but then, I'm getting away from myself as I get closer and closer home and the difference between you and me baby is I get fucked up when I'm alone
and I must admit today that my inner pessimist seems to have gotten the best of me we start out sugared up on kool aid and manifest destiny and then we memorize all the presidents names like little trained monkeys and we spit into the world so many spinny-eyed TV junkies
incapable of unraveling the military-industrial mystery pre-emptively passified with history book history and I've been around the world now and I can see this about America
the mind control is deep here, man the myopia is steep here, man
and behold those who try to expose the reality really try to realize democracy are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets while the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet behind a wall behind a moat and that is all that's all that's all she wrote
and my heart beats an s-s-s o-o-o s-s-s cause folks just really couldn't care-care-care less-less-less as long as every day is superbowl sunday and larger than life women in lingerie are pouting at us from every bus stop she loves me, she loves me not she loves me, she loves me not she loves me, she loves me not
and "big government should not stand between a man and his money" i mean, "what's good for business is good for the country" our children still take that lie like communion, the same old line the Confederacy used on the Union
conjugate liberty into libertarian and medicated associated with deregulation privitization we won't even know we're slaves on a corporate plantation
somebody say hallelujah, somebody say damnation, cause the profit system follows the path of least resistance and the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked makes it serpentine capitalism is the devil's wet dream
so just give me my Judy garland drugs and let me get back to work cause the empire state building is the tallest building in New York and I have always got the feeling you just like to hear it fall off your tongue
but I remember my name in your mouth and I don't think I was done hearing it close to my ear on a whisper's way to a moan
Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phone so I play and I sing and just let it ring, all day when I'm at home
a defacto choice of macro-microcosmic melancholy but baby any way you slice it, I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone
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Post by FormerlyBlueEyedGirl on Feb 18, 2007 10:33:15 GMT -8
Nine Inch Nails ~ The Day The World Went Away
Id listen to the words hed say But in his voice I heard decay The plastic face forced to portray All the insides left cold and gray There is a place that still remains It eats the fear it eats the pain The sweetest price hell have to pay The day the whole world went away
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Mister Mouse
Si on devait mourir demain, qu'est-ce que tu ferais?
Nibbles: 790
Crackin' since: September 2007
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Post by Mister Mouse on Sept 26, 2007 17:39:41 GMT -8
"A profiler cannot do their job if their mind is clouded."
~ Giddeon - played by Mandy Patankin - Criminal Minds
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Post by April on Sept 30, 2007 16:45:46 GMT -8
Drew Baylor: I'll call you right back... Heather Baylor: No problem, just dial HELL and I'll answer.
++Orlando Bloom and Judy Greer in Elizabethtown
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XeroCint
Je ne parle pas fran?ais trop bien
Nibbles: 337
Crackin' since: February 2007
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Post by XeroCint on Sept 30, 2007 16:56:31 GMT -8
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost
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Mister Mouse
Si on devait mourir demain, qu'est-ce que tu ferais?
Nibbles: 790
Crackin' since: September 2007
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Post by Mister Mouse on Oct 1, 2007 2:11:16 GMT -8
((YAY!!!! NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY BY ROBERT FROST!!! Used in the book "The Outsiders" by S.E. Hinton! One of my favourite poems of all time!))
Cpt. Jack ->"What is it?" THE Doctor ->"Sonic." Cpt. Jack ->"Yes, but what is it?" THE Doctor ->"It's completely sonic." Cpt. Jack ->"But WHAT is it?" THE Doctor ->"A screwdriver." Cpt. Jack ->"A what???" THE Doctor ->"A SCREWDRIVER! IT'S A SONIC SCREWDRIVER!" Cpt. Jack ->"Who the hell takes a screwdriver and thinks 'Hmm, this could be a bit more sonic'?!" THE Doctor ->"Well obviously, I do!"
~John Barrowman and Cristopher Eccleston in DR. WHO: The Empty Child, Cristopher Eccleston played the ninth Doctor for all of... thirteen episodes. The Doctor then regenerated and came back as the Tenth Doctor, David Tennant~
((Out of all ten Doctors, my favourite is the ninth... I do like the tenth though... I was just annoyed that they ditched Rose, THE coolest girl ever to travel with THE Doctor EVER! And they stuck her in a parallel plane where the Doctor could never see her again. TT_TT Which makes sense considering the TARDIS ~> Time and Reletive Dimensions in Space can take him anywhere in time and space... and those two clicked so perfectly! -is saddened by the destructio of one of her favourite couples- ))
((And now I'm rambling, so I'll scoot... Ta!))
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