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Friday, July 22
here's just a new song i wrote, it's not much and it's unfinished:
i walk with the night at my back
with death by my side
i walk the streets
where you'd always hide
behold the stars and
night's black veil
draped over them
like diamonds spilled
on an endless floor
i don't know where i'm goin'
that's all i got from runnin' away
i won't make no prommises today
i'm runnin' to infinity
got a ticket no return
it's hard to hold on
when your dream's have been shattered
it's hard to keep strong
when the world's in your face
-yeah!
Posted at 10:58 am by * fran *
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Tuesday, July 12
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Sunday, June 5
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Thursday, June 2
The Ramones- I Believe in Miracles
I used to be on an endless run
Believed in miracles 'cuz I'm one
I've been blessed with the power to survive
After all these years I'm still alive
I'm out here kickin with the band
I am no longer a solitary man
Everyday my time runs out
Live like a fool, that's what i was about
Oh I belive in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Oh Oh I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Tattooed your name on my arm
I always said my girl's a good luck charm
If she can find a reason to forgive
Then i can find a reason to live
I used to be on an endless run
Believed in miracles 'cuz I'm one
I've been blessed with the power to survive
After all these years I'm still alive
Oh I belive in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Oh Oh I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
I close my eyes and think how it might be
the future's here today
it's not too late, it's not too late oh
I belive in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Oh I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Posted at 04:30 pm by * fran *
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Tuesday, May 31
time spent being immortal questioning mortal life
Immortality can be reached only after death.
Everyone’s searching for the complete definition to life, and they don’t stop and realize that this isn’t it.
Time means allot to me. I love having plenty of time to kill, I love wasting time just thinking, I hate deadlines and I hate not having enough time to do want I want. I hate being rushed. It also disturbs me having to sleep when I could be spending my time in other things…
I don’t consider myself nor modest nor un-modest: I wouldn’t know, I just tell the truth about myself, if I suck at playing certain songs, I admit it without problems, smiling. I don’t like to show off anyway it’s not like anyone would notice. I’m pretty sincere as a human-being maybe I leave out things, “white lies” people call them, but they’re not lies… The other day I found fifty francs hidden in an old birthday card underneath all of the other junk & papers on my desk, you never know where you’ll find treasure…
Posted at 05:08 pm by * fran *
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Sunday, May 29
Me and Luck are starting to get to know each other more. We're starting to hang out in these days... and somehow this makes me feel not like my self, i'm not used to having luck on my side. the most she ever stayed was 40 minutes, now she spends the night at my place.
Posted at 05:28 pm by * fran *
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Thursday, May 26
She's skipping barefoot through the grass
white roses in her hand
and at every step she takes
a rose falls to the ground
Oh, she's proud, she's proud all right
she doesn't care what others think
sooner or later, girl you'll die
she's standing naked in the rain
singin to the stars
she wont understand their pain
maybe she bound to learn someday
but yeah,
she's proud, she's proud all right
she doesn't care what others think
sooner or later, girl you'll die
she's laying in her bed contemplating emptiness
there's silence in the night
as she lays her ming to rest
and somehow she's still proud
Oh, she's proud, she's proud all right
she doesn't care what others think
sooner or later, girl you'll die
Sooner or later, girl, you'll die
-(greet the stars for me, girl)-
Posted at 09:14 am by * fran *
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Monday, May 23
I remember the first time I heard Smells Like Teen Spirit... For me music was just an interesting rite I would’ve gladly taken part in. After that I went out and brought tons of new CDs and stopper listening to my old ones. I started to hear myself in the music, my reflection stood between the lines of lyrics. Rock was no longer just a passion now, it was the one and only thing I wanted to stick to my whole life and believe in. Music became Religion; And a sacred Religion it was. Not sacred like a language so sacred you can’t speak it – what’s the use? Sacred things are to be used, not taken for granted; use it as much as possible before it’s too late. I mean, CARPE DIEM!
Rock is the Reason
Posted at 05:00 pm by * fran *
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Saturday, May 21
here is a song i promised, i keep my promises and have nothing to write about.
My head spins, my brain melts
You know i know
Love has nothing to do with this
No, but i don’t care...
You always think you always know
Whats right
Force me to tell the truth
But i’ll never be your slave...
Everyone says
Only the old have wisdom
But do they remember the days
Of their innocent youth?
(their innocent youth...)
The universe and stars
They don’t have much pourpose
Makin’ men more greedy
Blind men who see more than others
With eyes even bigger that their mouths
If a feeling’s deep down in our hearts
Why not find the courage to
Just dig it out?
Behind a smile there’s always a tear
Behind these lines there could be a meaning
We’re still young so we still remember
The days of mortal immportance
Of innocent youth...
innocent youth... so there must be a meaning...
innocent youth... innocent youth...
Posted at 07:57 pm by * fran *
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Friday, May 6
photo ã me
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..::ME::..
name: Francesca born: 3/31/91 home: yellow house somewhere in Switzerland hair: short and red/brown... eyes: brown, every-now-and-then green other: very pale skin
favorits: -book: Neverwhere -Neil Gaiman -band: Nirvana -movie: Lord of the rings -comic: Sandman & Death ...writing ...reading ...dreaming -color: transparent-blue -sport: none -place: England -poet: Frank O'Hara -artist: Dave McKean -music: anything classified under "rock" & grunge
I like: dark chocolate, hippies, red hair, music, reading, writing, the color blue & transparent-blue, guitars, drawing, Neil Gaiman, wierd stuff, having fun, guys with long hair, striped t-shirts, rock, cats, freedom, knowing what’s right, horses, photography, acdc, aerosmith, bon jovi, boomtown rats, clash, creed, dio, foo fighters, goo goo dolls, guns n' roses, jim morrison, led zeppelin, melvins, metallica, mud honey, nirvana, pearl jam, queen, ramones, r.e.m., skid row, sonic youth, soundgarden, tenacius d, u2, van halen, velvet underground... and lots of other good bands, england, warm-perfect weather, stardust, and wind as long as it’s not bone-chilling. The rest of the things like for example school, rap, snow, coffee, hypocrits, and rich people i don’t like. Please leave a comment
 
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