For as long as i hold onto you in these cold arms

I am falling into a chasm 
I'm falling with you in my arms 
No wait, these are your arms 
Your arms of love that I'm falling into 
Is this a vision of love? 

When I was a young boy 
Mama said, "You better watch out for the fall." 
But now that I'm a grown woman 
And I know, I know, I know 
I can see the cold 
I can see the cold to the place where he is born 

Come on baby, let's fall, fall into the chasm 
With me, fall into love 
And I know that the vision, it will never shatter 
For as long as i hold onto you in these cold arms 

There's something in these eyes too close for comfort 
But now that I'm a grown woman 
And I know, I know, I know 
I know the call to the place where it's born 
You can see these arms are big and strong now baby 
Well I'll prove to you these arms can hold you tight 

It's cold, leave baby, it's cold, it's time 
This is a vision of love and i'm freezing 
I'm falling into cold, come on let's go 

...but saying it out loud is hard

It's been a long, long time since I've memorized your face
It's been four hours now since I've wandered through your place
And when I sleep on your couch I feel very safe
And when you bring the blankets I cover up my face
I do love you
I do love you

And when you play guitar I listen to the strings buzz
The metal vibrates underneath your fingers
And when you crochet I feel mesmerized and proud
And I would say I love you, but saying it out loud is hard
So I won't say it at all
And I won't stay very long
But you are the life I needed all along 
I think of you as my brother
Although that sounds dumb
Words are futile devices

 

the sky is falling down

oh mrs. o
will you tell us where the naughty children go
will you show
how the sky turned white and everybody froze
heaven knows how they got into the fireplace
but everybody's saying grace
and trying to keep a happy face

and oh mrs. o
will you teach us how to keep from getting cold
out we go and you watch us as we face the falling snow
what a show with our hairdryers aimed heavenwards
and fifty foot extension cords
you really have a way with words

the truth won't save you now
oh oh oh
the sky is falling down
oh oh oh
watch the vultures count the hours
april trains may bring strange showers

oh mrs. o
will you tell about the time they made you go
all alone to the palace where they took your only clothes
we all know
there's no hell and no hiroshima
chernobyl was a cover up
the world is really all in love

and oh mrs o
will you leave us hanging now that we are grown
up and old
will you kill me if i say i told you so
we all know
there's no hitler and no holocaust
no winter and no santa claus
and yes virginia all because
the truth won't save you now
oh oh oh
the sky is falling down
oh oh oh
everything they ever told us
shakes our faith and breaks their promise
but you can stop the truth from leaking
if you never stop believing......





everything is a lie. thank you. see you next time!

there was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more

few years ago. ten maybe. maybe more, can't remeber, i was taken by the hand by a very important person. she told me she's gonna always be by my side. i can't ever remember when i last saw her. all i know i miss her so fucking much. and this song - although it's been here already - reminds me most of her.
i remember when i was writing those lyrics everywhere i could. sitting in classrooms and only wanting to spend some more time together.

i do belive that old friends never die.

i get emotional (still)

I miss IAMX. The band I used to love few years ago. I miss the autentic wildness.
I woke up few minutes ago and started to think - is this thing that's now between me and IAMX, something that 'the others' used to call 'growing out of something'?

The further Chris goes, the less interesting he is for me. I'm trying to find the reason. Is it his music? Is it the knowledge I have about his behavior last year? Bit of both maybe. I hate that Sue, Tom and Dean have left the band, I hate the feeling of fakeness this band's been giving me for last two or three years.

Is Chris trying to become the new Bowie? Living on the edge in Berlin, writing s&m songs and wearing leather clothes.
I truly love transgression, but I feel that he's just fake. That Reza (his manager) told him 'yo, Chris, teenage chicks love that'. Well, maybe I've just stopped loving you Chris? ;)