Sunday, September 2, 2012

Under the same sun

"Son, did you stare too long in front of that mirror?
did it break when your conscience didn't get any clearer
with the stomach you'll fill with all the food you eat
and lack of pain you feel for the eyes that weep
outside your windowsill of the castle where you sleep?

Has the sun stopped shining upon the crown you hang?
has your love and your hate started to feel the same?
did that leave you feeling empty, feeling sick,
feeling as empty as a child's stomach?

As alone and forsaken as you'd like to be
there are shoreless miseries of oceans, not seas

while you wallow and wait in your tower of ivory
your sister is starving, your brother is begging

Your sisters are starving, your brothers are begging
your mothers are mourning, your fathers are folding

Unseen, unsung -- under the same sun

Wake up, look up, there's a warmth up there
a reminder of peace, a reason to care

A reason to care

Wake up, look up, that's something you share

There's more to life than the boy in that mirror...

Wake up, wake up, wake up."


...from the depths of this hell:
where the free are slaves,
no difference between the cowards and brave,
where our love and hate have become the same,
it's time that we "unbecame"...

Where the ears are deaf, and tongues too dry
where the arms don't hold, and seeing eyes go blind

Where nothing is everything
and everything is nothing:

"Arise-my soul, and sing."

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Friday, August 24, 2012

The Creeps


The Tree

                                                           i bleed from a thousand wounds
                                                                   self inflicted pain

                                                        i am the tree of a thousand suicides
                                                                 i am my own slavery
                                                            dead inside but not dead yet

                                                          forced to survive inside this
                                                       barren womb of a thousand living
                                                                            failures




Monday, August 20, 2012

πανκ ροκ

Finally some punk rock bands that caught my attention.The war goes on hail from denmark and they carry members from the almighty hjertestop and no hope for the kids.I remember hanging with friends at a beach in  Saronida,the holy deep south,and bak one of my friends had some songs of this band on his cellphone but at that particular moment i didnt gave em any chance.I just downloaded their demo and they blew me fuckin brains out.They carry a lot of sad basslines and catchy choruses and their lyrics deal with negativity and deppression.Great success.



Neon Piss hail from california and they deliver an amazing melancholic punk rock vibration.Imagine the adolescents and wipers.There are a thousand bands out there playing this type of punk and in my opinion its great cause most of them are doin it the good way.   http://neonpiss.bandcamp.com/

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Athens Vacation Report

hot and hazy.missing everyone.friends coming back from several vacations.substances keeping the spirit alive.its shitty in a very good way while being somehow alone in this city.theres a sense of balance and positivity that i cant figure out where it comes from.anyway,as long as it can last for days to come i cant help but enjoy myself with the ones that have been left here.life is hard enough but we are bigger than life.i cant believe what im writing down.have a good time wherever you are!


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Bloody Summer

How can you play those mental love games when it doesnt come out physically?We feed the image way too much and sometimes we lose all the meaning.When you like someone it means that you shared with him/her some looks and you ve pointed out the idea "yeah,he/she might like me" and you think "thats cool,lets make a move so we might get closer and get to know eachother/have sex/just hang out/waste time/whatever" but is this enough to motivate you?You might start talking with eachother and end up strangers the next 10 minutes.Words fail us and actions are empty without the meaning behind our true desire to talk to the ones we like.Words might fail us but sometimes they can be our most sincere and effective way of approaching.What is the meaning of all this?There are no words to speak anymore.The sense of feelling empty and unable to win someones attention with your ways of speaking is unbearably defeating.It feels like you have no sense of self,you cannot be you and try to be something not someone.Identifing your self with all the things that you might like or dislike and thats all.I can easily say it sucks big time and its so fucking hard to change in the end.I hope its just a passing idea of mine cause i feel soo unable to deal with shit like this.What the fuck?I m not fucking 16 anymore and you are way  too fucking bored to read someone elses insecurities.Arent you?