Month: January 2009
I knew a man before, who took me under his wings and taught me many things – when I was young till a while ago he loved to teach me things about my mind and how to learn, and that the best ways to do anything is to learn by my own ways and rules. …
like enslaved butterflies- their strained flight is subjected and harnessed, carrying lead blocks into dark forests – my thoughts dwindle in the fire of misdirection. as our wings slowly give way to gravity. my thoughts speak to me in slurred speech, in languages that i cannot understand, they preach to me in ways i know …
This is a track I put together which makes the use of a few effects and my favourite drum beats at 186 beats per second! yeah.This one is more a trance rock track – awesome playing Gears Of War 2 on the XBox! [display_podcast]
I made this track this weekend, its about not caring which way you are going, but just going, keep going, dont care about anything – just enjoy the experiance of going… make sense? no ? still dont care? no? yes, listen to this – if this made no sense, i think you should go look …
I created a new track this weekend, its called 186 rejections and its basically a track with 186 rejections in it, i mean – 186 beats [display_podcast]
It must be frightening to be old, where things go wrong and you can’t prevent them- like falling and getting hurt and not being able to help yourself up and fix yourself. Almost all your rights are taken from you, stolen by old age by being unable to satisfy your need to satisfy completing an …
It frightens me to know how quickly life goes from you. You are 21 then In a matter of seconds it seems that you are now 22 and next perhaps you won’t take as much notice next time and suddendly it has taken longer to get where you are, when you look back. It almost …
Sometimes I don’t notice the world.Maybe that’s a good thing – sometimes its nice to be far away from reality.i stand at the bank and i’m far away from there.i stand at the check out and I’m far away from there.i stand and stare at the sun and I’m far away from here.i wake up …
nothing is innocent anymore, apart from the bus’s lonely eyes as it approaches the bus stop.not that i travel much by bus. few strangers are real people – most are conditioned by the city, the world and their naivety.