Monday, 16 November 2009

FRUIT TREE

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.
Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style
Life is but a memory
Happened long ago.
Theatre full of sadness
For a long forgotten show.
seems so easy
Just to let it go on by
Till you stop and wonder
Why you never wondered why.
Copyright © Nick Drake

Sunday, 15 November 2009

INSURGENTES (MOONCHILD'S VERSION)

Sometimes you just feel time passes and your life is just ... full of sadness and awful feelings
it seems like nobody cares and like if you dont deserve to live or even die...
is like...
Nowadays i have realized of how lost we are ... and where are we going...
i feel rejected.... ugly.... useless... insignificant.... paranoic and sad...
i feel anger all the time.... i feel sadness.... i just want to die sometimes.
No matter how many people say to me that hope lives and there is always a light.... i will not believe them... coz the only thing i need now... is a new lifestyle .... i need..... caring and a bit of joy
i feel betrayed..
i feel lost
i feel ugly
i feel awful
i feel lonely
i feel bad
i feel sick
i feel fool
i feel stupid
i feel hell
i feel numb
i feel uncomfortable
i feel unhappy
i feel sour
i feel cold
i feel useless
i feel dead
i feel shit
i feel dry
i feel high
i feel dust
i feel like an INSURGENTE!







Holy Mother of the simple one,

When you smile at me you bring me down,

You betray your thoughts.

All your prayers too low.

Now out of debt, you speak in tongues,

And out of bread, your work is done

And your dream, absolve.

And your path, dissolve.

Copyright © 2009 Steven Wilson

Friday, 13 November 2009


"..Even after all this time the sun never says to the Earth, "You owe me." Look what happens with a love like that. It lights up the whole sky...."
Hafiz
a persian poet