Burned out

Archive for March, 2007
Fading away,
colors are fading,
lines are becoming blurry.
I can’t see sharp,
I can distinguish colors,
No today, memories are taking over,
senses fading away.
there used to be a time,
when i could go home
there used to be a time,
when i had us.
There used to be a time,
of happiness
I do what i want,
no need to be to late
no need to hate
I want what i don’t
I do what i want because
I have no regrets
I never look
back
So look at me, See me standing here
Look at me
This is me, noticed something
No ?
Well I saw the twinkling in my eyes leave
I cant feel tomorrow,
I hope i can get there
Alone
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ik ga naar barcamp#3 in brussel, georganiseerd door peter, ik hoop dat het wat leerrijk wordt.
Ik hoop er veel bij te leren en veel interessante mensen te leren kennen.
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eventjes me aan de kant zetten
inademen, uitademen
ben ik klaar
voor een einde
van de pauze,
zodat ik vol energie,
ertegenaan kan vliegen.
Maak ik tijd,
om te denken aan morgen
of ben ik alleen vandaag
uitgerust
weekends in de zon,
weekends zonder licht
pijn van zonnestralen,
schijnend in mijn ogen.
dit weekend is een weekend,
zonder zon in mijn ogen.
Dit weekend is een weekend in het donker
achter de pc
bij hoer, huwie en poepje
ook wel: nick, tomas en wout
bedankt voor ‘t fijne weekend jongens
deep down in my heart
i hear the music
boucing to this beat,
beat of love
drums like kisses on my nck
the guit feels like your breath on my skin.
the bassline goes freewheelin’ all the time
deciding what my mood’s like
The band of life
my `Elektronik` sound feels
like the constant decrease of shame.
i feel good when they get along
when the band of life
plays the beat of love
Could i forget,
the raw, yet pleasant voice of this band
is the bringer of my words
He moves my pen like no other can.
He even moves you,
makes you dance, dance, dance
the rythm of my band
makes you dance,
dance
dance
take these words and workship them.
because you’ve gotta feel your band
your own band.
i feel good when they get along
when the band of life
plays the beat of love