Alchemy Sounded Good at the Time

By: Alesana

[Spoken:]

This the oldest story in the book... He desires the one thing he cannot have...

My darling queen, I lay myself at your feet

And I shall stay the hands of fate

Wind cries out, heavens boil above voicing discontent to my sins

I have found the way to trick the ferryman

I have deceived the ancient Gods

Cold flesh lends to me it's secrets for a price too high

I shudder at what I have done

Each day brings me closer to you, my tragic victory

Darling queen I lay at your feet...

Chills take me as she wakes, throat gasps tainted breath

I've reclaimed you my stolen bride

Can your soul forgive my crimes of passion?

I would not close the casket; I'm so consumed by your pain

Faint screams echo through the night...

Cold flesh lends to me it's secrets for a price too high

I shudder at what I have done

Each day brings me closer to you, my tragic victory

The pains of death can no longer haunt you

As the dawning sky brings forth one forsaken thought

Death can not win for I now dwell in the palace of decay

And I shall stay the hands of fate

Night descends, sinews twitch

My pale queen finally stands to taste silent lips now cursed with her love

Cold flesh lends to me it's secrets for a price too high

I shudder at what I have done

Each day brings me closer to you, my tragic victory

Note: This song is about Orpheus and Eurydice. It is a famous Greek mythology. If you have the time, look at the myth and see how tragic it truly is. But if you don't have the time, well I guess i'll summarize it. Orpheus, the greatest harp player, goes to Hades to reclaim his dead wife. Using his harp playing skills, he convinces Hades and Persephone to let his wife go back to the overworld but in one condition, he must not look back at his wife on the way back. Well, he was a meter away from the exit but he looked back at his wife since he couldn't take it anymore.  

Ambrosia

Song by Alesana

A touch of poison seals my fate!
(The dawn echoes the night with my glory)
The sun himself honors me

Once king of roses, now lord of gold
(Blessed with the gift of gilded touch...)
The Gods themselves envy my hand
(... Fate wields it's knife to cut the thread)

I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love

In my perfection I have no want
(A folly as fatal as sin...)
Yet eyes still glint with greed untold
(... Has now become the end of me)

I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love

Have I not earned this, the gift of beauty within?
How selfish were the Gods to keep their riches from my rightful treasure?
I truly have become one of them... My fatal flaw

Oh yeah! I've got her hook, line, and sinker!
Thanks to me, she's her own new necklace!
Thanks to me, she's her own new necklace!
Thanks to me, she's her own new necklace!

Now she's good as gold!

I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love
I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love

... Cut the thread...

Note: This song is about King Midas and his Golden Touch. As well know, King Midas was given the ability to turn anything in to gold because he was hospitable to a certain demigod. Now, why did King Midas choose to have the golden touch? Wasn't he a beauty lover? Wasn't he content to have a beautiful garden and daughter? Well, it just proves to show that we humans are sometimes greedy.

L'Albatros

L'Albatros
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.
À peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l'azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons traîner à côté d'eux.
Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!
Lui, naguère si beau, qu'il est comique et laid!
L'un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
L'autre mime, en boitant, l'infirme qui volait!
Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.
— Charles Baudelaire

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The Albatross
Often, to amuse themselves, the men of a crew
Catch albatrosses, those vast sea birds
That indolently follow a ship
As it glides over the deep, briny sea.
Scarcely have they placed them on the deck
Than these kings of the sky, clumsy, ashamed,
Pathetically let their great white wings
Drag beside them like oars.
That winged voyager, how weak and gauche he is,
So beautiful before, now comic and ugly!
One man worries his beak with a stubby clay pipe;
Another limps, mimics the cripple who once flew!
The poet resembles this prince of cloud and sky
Who frequents the tempest and laughs at the bowman;
When exiled on the earth, the butt of hoots and jeers,
His giant wings prevent him from walking.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

L'homme et La Mer

L'homme et la mer

Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer!
La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton âme
Dans le déroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n'est pas un gouffre moins amer.
Tu te plais à plonger au sein de ton image;
Tu l'embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeur
Se distrait quelquefois de sa propre rumeur
Au bruit de cette plainte indomptable et sauvage.

Vous êtes tous les deux ténébreux et discrets:
Homme, nul n'a sondé le fond de tes abîmes,
Ô mer, nul ne connaît tes richesses intimes,
Tant vous êtes jaloux de garder vos secrets!

Et cependant voilà des siècles innombrables
Que vous vous combattez sans pitié ni remord,
Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort,
Ô lutteurs éternels, ô frères implacables!

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Man and the Sea

Free man, you will always cherish the sea!
The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul
In the infinite unrolling of its billows;
Your mind is an abyss that is no less bitter.
You like to plunge into the bosom of your image;
You embrace it with eyes and arms, and your heart
Is distracted at times from its own clamoring
By the sound of this plaint, wild and untamable.
Both of you are gloomy and reticent:
Man, no one has sounded the depths of your being;
O Sea, no person knows your most hidden riches,
So zealously do you keep your secrets!
Yet for countless ages you have fought each other
Without pity, without remorse,
So fiercely do you love carnage and death,
O eternal fighters, implacable brothers!

Le Vampire

Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,
Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée ;
Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau
De démons, vins, folle et parée,

De mon esprit humilié
Faire ton lit et ton domaine ;
- Infâme à qui je suis lié
Comme le forçat à la chaîne,

Comme au jeu le joueur têtu,
Comme à la bouteille l'ivrogne,
Comme aux vermines la charogne,
- Maudite, maudite sois-tu !

J'ai prié le glaive rapide
De conquérir ma liberté,
Et j'ai dit au poison perfide
De secourir ma lâcheté.

Hélas ! le poison et le glaive
M'ont pris en dédain et m'ont dit :
" Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève
A ton esclavage maudit,

Imbécile ! - de son empire
Si nos efforts te délivraient,
Tes baisers ressusciteraient
Le cadavre de ton vampire ! "

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The Vampire
Thou who abruptly as a knife
Didst come into my heart; thou who,
A demon horde into my life,
Didst enter, wildly dancing, through
The doorways of my sense unlatched
To make my spirit thy domain —
Harlot to whom I am attached
As convicts to the ball and chain,
As gamblers to the wheel's bright spell,
As drunkards to their raging thirst,
As corpses to their worms — accurst
Be thou! Oh, be thou damned to hell!
I have entreated the swift sword
To strike, that I at once be freed;
The poisoned phial I have implored
To plot with me a ruthless deed.
Alas! the phial and the blade
Do cry aloud and laugh at me:
"Thou art not worthy of our aid;
Thou art not worthy to be free.
"Though one of us should be the tool
To save thee from thy wretched fate,
Thy kisses would resuscitate
The body of thy vampire, fool!"
— George Dillon, Flowers of Evil (NY: Harper and Brothers, 1936)

Demain des l'aube

Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

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Tomorrow, at dawn, in the hour when the countryside becomes white,
I will leave. You see, I know that you are waiting for me.
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain.
I cannot stay far from you any longer.

I will walk the eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Without seeing anything outside, nor hearing any noise,
Alone, unknown, the back curved, the hands crossed,
Sad, and the day for me will be like the night.

I will not look at the gold of the evening which falls,
Nor the faraway sails descending towards Harfleur.
And when I arrive, I will put on your tomb
A green bouquet of holly and flowering heather.

The Quote of the Day

"Doing a job RIGHT the first time gets the job done. Doing the job WRONG fourteen times gives you job security."

Lol Dwight

“I come from a long line of fighters. My maternal grandfather was the toughest guy I ever knew. World War II veteran, killed twenty men, and spent the rest of the war in an Allied prison camp. My father battled blood pressure and obesity all his life. Different kind of fight.” - Dwight Schrute, The Office

What to write.....What to write....

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away." - I Corinthians 13:4-8

Quote of the Day 4

"Free time is a concept. You see, time is wealth, gold and money. Now, you don't get free money do you?"  - Me

Yesterday was Monday

Yup. Yesterday was Monday so today is Tuesday. I'm thinking of watching Reconguista in G(undam), but I think I don't have enough time to watch since I'm already watching The Office, plus two other animes. Ohhh life.....

Quotes of the Day

Jim:"Question. What kind of bear is best?"
Dwight:"There is a variety of bears. There is no such thing as.."
Jim:"False, black bears. Fact, black bears eats beets."
Dwight:"What!? No, they don't!!"
Jim:"Black bears beets Battlestar Galactica."
Dwight;"Identity theft is not a joke Jim!"                      

It's finally Friday!!

Its finally Friday!! Once again I don't what to write about. Well, yesterday I got into classical music once again. It was probably because of this anime called "Your Lie in April" that I started to like it again. Anyways, I really like this song called Saint-Saens Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso. If you have the chance, you should listen to it.

This sad anime...

This anime called "Your Lie in April" is so sad. I don't even want to finish it really... The main girl character dies and leaves the main character by himself... I'm usually not into sad anime. You see, when I see something sad, it does something to my mind. But really, when watching these sad things we learn about life and how it is not all happy and joyful.

The third quote of the day...or is it the fourth?

Dwight: "Who is Justice Beaver?" Jim: "It's... a crime-fighting beaver."

Quote of the Day

“In the wild, there is no healthcare. Healthcare is “Oh, I broke my leg!” A lion comes and eats you, you’re dead. Well, I’m not dead, I’m the lion, you’re dead!”  -Dwight Schrute, The Office

Dwight Schrute is my hero!!

This guy named Dwight Schrute is my hero! I learned so many things from him that I probably will not use in my life.