Kworb's average, boring blog. In it you will find random rants, things from the web, things from real life, poetry and other art. So it's not really unique or anything.
Been spending so much time underground
I guess my eyes adjusted
To the lack of light
I got covered in darkness
Hibernating, always waiting for something new
Happiness always ending
In the blink of an eye
There was no one attending
So yeah, Darren Hayes' new album "This Delicate Thing We've Made" is probably the best album I've heard since... well since his previous album, "The Tension And The Spark". TDTWM has 25 songs and I love them all. Seriously. 25 songs and not one filler track. And the more I listen to them, the better they get. Right now I'm addicted to "Neverland".. aren't these the most amazing lyrics ever?
Long ago when Mercury descended high on the moon Far below when little hands are making shapes in the room The shadows they dance and they cheer up this place
The face, then staring through a tiny crack in the door Eyes so wide he's never seen a woman fall on the floor I swear Daddy's killed her this time
Should I make a rocket? Should I try to fly away? Should I make a hammer? Should I try to smash his face? Should I make a bullet? Should I try to shoot the gun? I'm sure the judge will let me off real soon
Long ago when Saturn tried to find a way past the sun Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun The pencils, the crayons, the paint colors run
The plans are forming slowly made with scissors and glue Eyes so wide he's telling Mommy all the things he can do He'll sketch a contraption to save them for sure
He can draw an alien He can come and take them home He can draw a cartoon He can draw a safety hatch He can draw a hot bath He can plug a toaster in And wait 'til Daddy's nice and warm - toss it in
And then when he's gone there's a Neverland of fun
Take a loaded gun Take a shot of rum Take a poison rat There's a lesson in that No more closing fist No more face to hit No more bloody nose Or apologetic roses
Long ago when Mercury descended high on the moon (Should I make a rocket? Should I try to fly away?) Far below little hands are making shapes in the room (Should I make a hammer? Should I try to smash his face?)
Long ago when Saturn tried to find a way past the sun (Should I draw a cartoon? Should I draw an alien?) Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun (Should I draw a hot bath? Should I plug a toaster in?)
