Iron Maiden, Hallowed Be Thy Name
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
Nick Cave, Red Right Hand
Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand
White Zombie, Blood, Milk, And Sky
The siren sings a
Lonely song of all the
Wants and hungers
The lust of love a brute
Desire - the ledge of life
Goes under - Divide the
Dream into the flesh
Kaleidoscope and -
Candle eyes - Empty
Winds scrape on the
Soul - but never stop
To realize -
Animal whisperings
Intoxicate the night
Hypnotize the deperate
Slow motion light - Wash
Away into the rain
Blood, milk and sky
Hollow moons illuminate
And beauty never dies
Running wild running blind
I breathe the body deep
1,000 years beside myself
I do not sleep - Seduce
The world it never
Screams Dead water lies
Ride the only one who
Knows - Beauty never dies
Macavity: The Mystery Cat
Cats: Macavity
Macavity! Macavity's a mystery cat
He's called the Hidden Paw
For he's a master criminal who can defy the law
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard
The Flying Squad's despair
For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's broken every human law
He breaks the law of gravity
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement
You may look up in the air
But I tell you once and once again
Macavity's not there!
Macavity's a ginger cat
He's very tall and thin
You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in
His brow is deeply lined in thought
His head is highly domed
His coat is dusty from neglect
His whiskers are uncombed
He sways his head from side to side
With movements like a snake
And when you think he's half asleep
He's always wide awake!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
For he's a fiend in feline shape
A monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street
You may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable
I know he cheats at cards
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's
And when the larder's looted
Or the jewel cases rifled
Or when the milk is missing
Or another Peke's been stifled
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
There's the wonder of the thing:
Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity
He always has an alibi and one or two to spare
Whatever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn't there!
And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, Rumpelteazer, Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time
Just controls the operations
The Napoleon of Crime!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity
He's a fiend in feline shape
A monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street
You may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
Alice In Chains, Down In A Hole
Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers in a tomb... in bloom
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man who won't let himself be
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Down in a hole and they've put all the stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Bury me softly in this womb (Oh I want to be inside of you)
I give this part of me for you (Oh I want to be inside of you)
Sand rains down and here I sit (Oh I want to be inside of you)
Holding rare flowers in a tomb... in bloom (Oh I want to be inside)
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, out of control
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Tool, H.
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.
Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Alice In Chains, Nutshell
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, and yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
Tool, Bottom
My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,
and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.
I'm on my knees and burning.
My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.
So smell my soul burning.
I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...
but I survive on it ,
and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..
and I feel ugly, and dead inside.
Shit adds up at the bottom.
You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild
what's broken.
Too much , too far , too late to lie down now.
I must arm myself to fight you
by making weapons out of my imperfections.
It's all I have left.
There's no other choice.
I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.
But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.
I'm naked and fearless.
But I'm dead inside.
You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.
Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive
at the bottom.
Megadeth, Mastermind
Anonymous existence, rendered useless to mankind
Destroy the logic volume in the confines of the mind
Enmassed and purposeless, marching in a perfect line
Neo-neuro torture, mental meltdown, a heinous crime
Mastermind, I tell you what to think
I tell you what you need
I tell you what to feel
Invade the core of souls to wipe the lives away
Design vacant beings, welcome the inhuman race
Encrypted horror codes, directive psyche overwrite
Processing brains to pabulum, delete and format living drives
I tell you what's real
Hail to the power age, lest the viral hour comes
Raise the flag of voltage, bow to circuitry unknown
Kneel before the processor, lords of static laugh
Electrons in submission, you must know who I am
I tell you what to think
I didn't care what you thought
I tell you waht to get
I don't care what you got
Subject
Black Sabbath, Luke's Wall/War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses
evil minds that plot destruction
sorcerers of death's construction
in the fields the bodies burning as the war machine keeps turning
death and hatred to mankind
poisoning their brainwashed minds... Oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
they only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of god has struck the hour
Day of judgement, god is calling on their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
ALL RIGHT NOW!
Venom, Speed King
Good golly said little Miss Molly
When she was rockin in the house of the blue light
Tooty Fruity was oh so rotty
Rockin to the east and west
Loucile was oh so real
When she didn't do her daddy's will
Come on baby, drive me crazy
You can do it, you can do it
I'm a speed king, hear me sing
Yes, I'm a speed king, see me fly
Sat night and I just got paid
Gonna fool about now aint gonna save
People gonna rock, people gonna roll
Gonna have a party to save my soul
Heard headed woman, soft heart man
they been causin trouble since it all began
Take a little rice, take a little beans
gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans
Cause I'm a speed king
hear me sing, speed king, see me fly
Good golly said little Miss Molly
Whe she was rockin in the house of the blue light
Tooty Fruity was oh so rotty
Rockin to the east and west
Heard headed woman, soft heart man
they been causin trouble since it all began
Take a little rice, take a little beans
gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans
Tool, Disgustipated
And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........
This is necessary.
It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field
, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.
| Friday. 11.5.04 12:29 am Something so simple... something so seamingly insignificant and unimportant. You'd think they couldn't effect anything at all. Afterall, what could they possibly induce? maybe some slight pain from prolonged use... not much else right? Of course, you know I'm gunna tell you that you're wrong.
When I'm in my car, there aren't any others, there are only the ones. They aren't magical, and they sure aren't mystical. They're old and they're abused. No not enchanted or special in anyway... at least not to you. They're priceless to me, but only when I'm in my car.
They fail me when i'm running, and they fail me going up hill or even down. They definately do no good in the rain, they simply don't do that normal stuff well at all. But in what they do do, they are unrivaled.
That's right folks my shoes are meant for driving, no not walking. Yes, they are the best driving shoes ever in fact. They are so sensative, yet so soft. They help me get that perfect mixture of gas and clutch. Ever so percise, they have proven to never make a mistake... while I'm driving that is.
Well I've come to a delema, you see these shoes of mine have aged quite poorly. Yeah, they're falling appart... wholes in the soul... material is hard and crunchy... inside is all torn up. My parents say it's time to get some new ones... I don't see how they can be so heartless. How can I replace these legendary shoes? These shoes that I owe all my driving skill to?
The fact is, I can't replace these shoes of mine, they are the link between me and my car. Without the shoes, chaos would riegn the road. I owe it to myself to wear these shoes when I drive... I owe it to the world.
I may get new shoes, but these beat up green suede Vans will forever be my driving shoes.
some random stuff I drew for your amusement: (sorry for the low quality web cam pictures... believe me.. they look alot better and much much more detailed in person)
Ok, so the above drawing is supposed to be cartoonish. Yeah incase you didn't realise, it's made in layers, to give it that old school cartoonish quality. (looks alot cooler in person). Anyways, it was made using prisma pencils, oil pastels, and ebony pencil.
So this is just a picture of some leaves I pulled off a tree... well we had to draw something in class, so after an hour of drawing nothing I walked around outside in the rain to find something... I found these leaves... I struggled to remove them from the tree but to no avail... I could not get them with out ruining them... so I went back to the class, got my trusty blade and cut these babies off for me to draw... I wish I had a better picture of the drawing... it's really detailed. I made it with prisma pencils and ebony.
 Wow more pictures... I better not make a habbit outa posting pictures...
Well they're creative pictures that you're posting so its ok. And you're not lying, they do look better in person. Espcially the leaves...jeez...they look completely real.... I was so mad at you that day...for being a badass...lol.
» AshleyEverhart on 2004-11-05 01:01:05
i guess i'd call them the skater kind. (maybe that's why they're so good driving)
» Zig_Justice on 2004-11-05 07:51:07
i like ur pix, especially the first one, if u look at it for a while u can actually see that it is cartoonish and it kind of feels like ur in the picture, or maybe thats jes me...hahaha anyway so yah i jes wanted to say i like ur pix, ok um..yeah im jes gonna go now...*turns to walk* oh i jes remembered, what did u say to the hobbit behind u? haha
» aznDOLLface on 2004-11-05 10:27:45
cool pictures there...i wish i could do stuff like that...you should update more often! I just don't understand these people who don't update that often...just drives me nuts!
» Kollin6618 on 2004-11-05 10:38:36
bah you could do stuff like that, it's really easy.... and about updateing... you update like once every 3 months!
» Zig_Justice on 2004-11-06 12:44:00 two words...
duct tape.
» lenas_life on 2004-11-07 10:51:42
you are a really nice artist. wow. so good! yeah well, about the shoes, i know, hard to move on. sometimes i'm actually excited to get new shoes...sometimes. hey i have an idea. silly but it's an idea, keep the shoes with you whenever you're driving, lol, it could be their 'presence'. well anyways, hope something works out for you. =D
» Orli_My_Love on 2004-11-08 09:07:52 Pumpkin never go on trips with out me again!!
Pumpkin! Never go on trips with out me again!!
» AshleyEverhart on 2004-11-09 06:34:50
hey Ashley, i told you that you could come with us. So it's your own fault.
» Zig_Justice on 2004-11-09 07:31:46
haha, no its not a story or real at all, haha, its a show, well i guess it is a story, but im glad u liked it, its my new favorite show LOST with dommie :) anywhose there i go rambling bout stuff again, but yeah im glad u liked it, haha i already said that...
» aznDOLLface on 2004-11-10 09:35:04 by the by
did u read it from the firt LOST entry? thats where it started, the story/show...
» aznDOLLface on 2004-11-10 09:46:37
Wow.. Interesting entry. It seems that you like to write.
» Broken_Inside on 2004-11-15 05:58:40
the thing is that it was in a zip file or something...and i don't know how to make it how the layout is supposed to be. sooo it's only lil cactus. You should preserve your shoes in a glass case or something. i never knew there could be shoes for driving, but it seems to make sense now. i guess i never really encountered that thing since i don't drive. i see the "old school cartoonish quality" you've mentioned! It's like a Disney scene in a book. i don't know. anyway i enjoyed it. i was able to reminisce. nice job
» Ajibalaji89 on 2004-11-19 06:48:31
i'm thinking of getting the new thin $150 slim one....but are they out now? hmm...
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