Tuesday, March 10, 2015

this song: Take Me Home, Country Road

By: John Denver

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue ridge mountains, Shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

All my memories, they gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eyes

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice in the mornin' hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin' down the road I get a feelin'
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, West Virginia, mountain momma, oh momma
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, down country roads
Take me home, down country roads

Monday, March 9, 2015

My goals for the week

My goal for this week is to prepare for my SAT! I'm taking it this Saturday with a few of my friends. I think I'm kind of screwed because I haven't really done any preparing at all and I heard that people prepare months for this. Also, I bought the prep book  but I haven't even opened it at all. So this week, instead of paying video games, I'm going to use at least 5 hours every day till Saturday to prepare. I'm not expecting to get a high score but I just want to have experience. I'll probably retake it in June.  
Picture of the week

Friday, March 6, 2015

Quote of the Day

"Lol! There is no quote of the day. Well its finally Friday but it doesn't matter because I have to do so many things when I get home. I'm pissed off that I wasn't able to see Your Lie in April's episode yesterday because I had two three essays yesterday. Oh well, its all good. At least I was doing something productive..." - Me

The face of constipation

The face when someone eats something sour

The face of someone who is depressed but hides it with a creepy smile

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Siren's Soliloquy

By: Alesana

Paralyzed by the beauty of those words
That so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lust
Suddenly I fear the end of my solitude
Once a warrior, poetic shrieks now own my soul

Left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris
Hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him

Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare
But he no longer fights the torture of her voice
So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare
Mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll
A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens
...he is hers...

Beautiful whispers leave one so far
Chain these hands of ageless struggle
Rid us of this beloved curse
An epic tale of deceit is given life once more on silver lips so spiteful
Her tongue screams for him
Rid us of this curse

Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare
But he no longer fights the torture of her voice
So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare
Mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll
A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens
...he is hers...

Set loose so long ago by the foolish whim of Pandora
Phantoms which shall forever prey on mankind's weakness
The grains of time hold no bearing to those eyes
In pale moonlight she sings to the haunted sea
Vile notes seduce old Cerberus to slake unholy thirst

Left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris
Hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him

Suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare
But he no longer fights the torture of her voice
So long forgotten, I am lost in her stare
Mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll
A soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens
...he is hers...

Note: This song is about the sirens in Greek mythologies. They are monsters that appear beautiful and very attractive and I believe they have a beautiful voice too. What they do is that they use their beauty and good voice to lure in sailors. Now what exactly do they do once they lure the sailors? They eat them. Though sirens probably are not real, but there things and people in our society that are like sirens, they attract you, and once they do, they get you and destroy. So, whoever is reading this, watch yourself.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Beds of Roses

By: Bon Jovi
Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don’t know
'Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won’t make of me when I’m dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
It’s own beat in my head
While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Well I’m so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king’s ransom in dimes I’d given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it’s hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I’ll just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskey’s gone dry
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked
And she’s giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

Now as you close your eyes
Know I’ll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight I won’t be alone
But you know that don’t
Mean I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove
For it’s you that I’d die to defend

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Note: This is a song by Bon Jovi, but I like it better when it is sang by Guns n' Roses. There really isn't much to say except for the fact that it sounds really good and nice. I think the first time I heard this song was when a contestant in a singing competition sang this song and won the competition. I was impress at his singing and the song itself. Though I can't sing at all, its still nice hearing this song once in a while. This will probably one of the song that  I will sing to my wife if I get one in the future.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

I got a story...

So uhh... yesterday my friend, who shall remain nameless(Elder Escobar), told me story that really made me say "Why?" The story went like this: My friend, when he was I think 10 years old, saw a middle aged African American man riding a bicycle in the park. Now, for no apparent reason, he fell on his side and screamed a very distinct "huaaaaaah!" After screaming, he got up and started riding the bicycle again. Then after going for 2 meters he falls again and screams the same way. He did this 4 times, falling at the same way and screaming the same way every time.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Nero's Decay

By: Alesana

Our empire has fallen...

The columns came crashing down
Faster that children could outrun the shadows
Drunk with hysteria the survivors are running for their lives
As precious dreams erupt before their very eyes

Tonight, it's over... At long last we will fall
Ruins will fight in our stead

My flesh is burning from the embers
But still the brilliant tale of our utopia survives
Tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash
But the fight for her honor will rage on
I hope I never see the end
I hope I never have to live without her comfort
But for now she dies... Oh Rome! So full of majesty, you're gone...

Wind chokes on the ashes as acrid smoke strangles the sun
Their jealous arrows ran, hollow drums pound at the gates
Breaking the din of screams
Our feeble offerings to forgotten Gods are left to rot in temples of their lust
As they lay forth their plans to destroy our pride, our home

Tonight, it's over... At long last we will fall
Ruins will fight in our stead

My flesh is burning from the embers
But still the brilliant tale of our utopia survives
Tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash
But the fight for her honor will rage on
I hope I never see the end
I hope I never have to live without her comfort
But for now she dies... Oh Rome! So full of majesty, you're gone...
... Beg the flames for our mercy...
These aged walls have seen too much
To forget the past in the face of this final trial
Watch her crumble so true as mayhem cuts her down
Let them have our treasure, her voice lives on
Let them take our city for her splendor lives on

... At long last we will fall...

Note: This song is about Nero, a Roman emperor from 54 to 68. Now, what was special about Nero was the fact that he was corrupt and very tyrannical. I believe Nero enslaved his people to build glamorous and extravagant buildings and palaces for him, while they lived in slums and in poverty. The song talks about how Nero supposedly started a fire in Rome that destroyed a huge amount of the city so that he can buildings that is more extravagant and luxurios.