Arkham’s Eyrie

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Roger Waters – The bravery of being out of range

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzofJeg5bPo

You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You’re good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You’re old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can’t abide change
You’re at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They’re really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVfVqfIN8_c

>Hey
>Mom, Dad, this is Ryan.
>Oh so this is the famous boy we’ve been hearing so much about.
>Nice to finally meet you Mrs. L33T
And sir.
>So, Ryan, what Warcraft server do you play on?
>Is that on umm is that on the computer?
Oh you know what, i think i forgot the desert in the car.
>Who do you think you are bringing his kind into my house!?
>But dad, he’s a nice guy, really.
>No he’s a n00b Jessica, a n00b!
>But ryan and I are perfect together.
>This relationship is headed for an epic fail, young lady.
>You’re a L33T damn it, we don’t date n00bs, we pwn them!!
>Well maybe I don’t want to be a L33T!
>Your insolence, for the lose!
>No, maybe I looove that he watches VHS tapes still. And maybe i love that his phone still has a cord.
>You might as well date someone who plays Aliance.
>I date whoever I want!
>Over my level 80 rogue’s temporary dead body!
>Mr. L33T, I may run around in circles when I play halo, and I might never get a monster kill, well, I can’t even find the space bar half the time. But I know when I find true love, and that is worth more than all the uber gear in the world.
>Too long, did not listen!

Creep

When you were here before,
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fuckin’ special

But I’m a creep,
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I’m not around
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She’s running out again
She’s running out
She run run run run…
run… run…

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep,
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t belong here…

Inquietante

Quando prima eri qui,
Non riuscivo a guardarti negli occhi,
Sei proprio un angelo
La tua pelle mi fa venire da piangere

Aleggi come una piuma
In un mondo fantastico
Vorrei essere speciale
Tu sei così speciale

Ma sono uno inquietante
Sono uno strano
Che diavolo ci faccio qui?
Non sono di qui

Non mi importa se fa male
Voglio avere il controllo
Voglio un corpo perfetto
Voglio un’anima perfetta

Voglio che tu te ne accorga
Quando non ci sono
Cazzo, sei così speciale
Vorrei essere speciale

Ma sono uno inquietante
Sono uno strano
Che diavolo ci faccio qui?
Non sono di qui

Lei sta scappando di nuovo
Lei sta scappando
Lei.. scappa

Qualunque cosa ti faccia felice
Qualunque cosa tu voglia
Cazzo, sei così speciale
Vorrei essere speciale

Ma sono uno inquietante
Sono uno strano
Che diavolo ci faccio qui?
Non sono di qui

Non sono di qui…

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.

Jim Jarmush

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Lotus’s lean on each other in yearning
Over the hills a swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun

Over the mountain
Watching the watcher
Breaking the darkness
Waking the grapevine
Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun

Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his questions to heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun

Imposta la rotta verso il centro del sole

A poco a poco la notte si rigira
Contando le foglie che tremano all’alba
I loti si appoggiano malinconici gli uni sugli altri
Oltre le colline una rondine riposa
Imposta la rotta verso il centro del sole

Oltre la montagna
Guardando chi guarda
Spaccando le tenebre
Svegliando le viti
Conoscere l’amore è conoscere l’ombra
L’amore è l’ombra che matura il vino
Imposta la rotta verso il centro del sole
Il centro del sole

Guarda l’uomo che urla contro il muro
Dando forma ai suoi dubbi sul paradiso
E se il sole dovesse cadere questa sera
si ricorderà della lezione del dare?
Imposta la rotta verso il centro del sole
Il centro del sole
Il centro del sole