spinning: vincent by don mclean.
I carry this song in my heart. It represents the life, work and death of Vincent Van Gogh; the artist with a brilliant mind but a tortured soul. It is haunting, passionate and beautifully tragic.
I carry this song in my heart. It represents the life, work and death of Vincent Van Gogh; the artist with a brilliant mind but a tortured soul. It is haunting, passionate and beautifully tragic.
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
"One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. Passersby see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way. I wish they would only take me as I am. I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream."
-Vincent Van Gogh.
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
"One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. Passersby see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way. I wish they would only take me as I am. I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream."
-Vincent Van Gogh.
11:07 PM
9:12 PM
Setlist:
01. Knights Of Cydonia
02. Hysteria
03. Map Of The Problematique
04. Butterflies And Hurricanes
05. Supermassive Black Hole
06. Newborn
07. Forced In
08. Bliss
09. Feeling Good
10. Sunburn
11. Invincible
12. Time Is Running Out
13. Plug In Baby
Encore:
14. Soldier's Poem
15. Starlight
16. Stockholm Syndrome
Introducing UK's INVINCIBLE TRIO!
Waiting for MUSE to come on.
AH. FINALLY!
Matt. talented, explosive, sexy as hell.Clips taken with my phone:
tearing down the house with Stockholm Syndrome
Time is Running Out(major sing-along)
Muddy soil on sloping ground, the smell of soap, sweat, cherry cigarettes and alcohol, being infuckingfront, seven thousand adrenaline-pumping bodies, mass hysteria, hard-core moshing, cuts and bruises, random jabs of ice water, smeared makeup, screams of 'I want your babies matt!', body-surfing, electrifying vocals, unmatched musicality.
MUSE live in Singapore= FUCKING AWESOME.
Plus in true rock-n-roll style, matt said goodnight to the crowd by thrashing his guitar. :)
9:13 PM
1:45 AM
neo nazi skinheads, mein kampf, vehement indoctrination/propaganda, brutality of racism, hatred, blood ties, life.
American History X.
Extremely powerful.
Watch it.
fyi: rated R for graphic brutal violence including rape, pervasive language, strong sexuality and nudity.
Edward Norton never fails to deliver. I love him to death.
2:21 AM
spinning: nothing compares to you by sinead o'connor.
They hadn`t quarrelled. Nothing of that sort had happened. But she had allowed this gulf of silence to grow between them, a yawning gap that grew more unbridgeable as each day of silence passed by. Why didn`t she say something to get them talking again? She moped. She kept quiet. She avoided him. She shouldn`t let this silence disturb her peace, yet, the niggling thought that she might have some deep feelings for him continued to plague her. She was irritated that she was this weak: it was an unforgivable vulnerability and she ought to be stronger. She ought to be stronger.
1:25 AM