Send a heartbeat to
The void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate Read More
The Beginning is the End is the Beginning
June 7, 2009 – 6:40 pm
don’t cry
March 20, 2009 – 10:14 pm
If we could see tomorrow
What of your plans
No one can live in sorrow
Ask all your friends
Times that you took in stride
They’re back in demand
I was the one who’s washing
Blood of your hands
Don’t you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don’t you cry tonight
Don’t you cry tonight, there’s a heaven above you, baby
And don’t you cry tonight
I know the things you wanted
They’re not what you have
With all the people talking
It’s driving you mad
If I was standing by you
How would you feel
Knowing your loves decided
And all love is real
And don’t you cry tonight
Don’t you cry tonight
Don’t you cry tonight, there’s a heaven above you baby
Don’t you cry tonight
I thought I could live in your world
As years all went by
With all the voices I’ve heard
Something has died
And when you’re in need of someone
My heart won’t deny you
So many seem so lonely
With no one left to cry baby
And don’t you cry tonight
And don’t you cry tonight
And don’t you cry tonight, there’s a heaven above you baby
And don’t you cry tonight
Don’t you ever cry
Don’t you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don’t you cry
Don’t you ever cry
Don’t you cry
Tonight
every os sucks
March 20, 2009 – 9:48 pm
Well hi there
Thank you for downloading another fine quality comedy product from Three dead trolls in a baggie and your friends at mp3.com
Good for you
Of course, if you’ve downloaded this from napster, screw you, you know what, free isn’t good enough for you, your gotta rip us of, thats okay, I will find you and I will kill you
ha, ha, ha
You see, I come from a time in the nineteen hundred and seventies
when computers where used for two things
too either go to the moon or play pong
and nothing inbetween, you see
and You didn’t need a fancy operating system to play pong
and the men who went to the moon, god bless them
did it with no mouse
and a plain text only black and white screen
and thiry-two kilobytes of ram
but then round about the late seventies
home computers started to do a little bit more than play pong
very little more
why computers started to play games
and balance check books
why, you could play zakon on you apple II or write a book
all with a computer that had thirty-two kilobytes of ram
It was enough to go to the moon
it was enought for you
it was a golden time
a time before windows
a time before mouses
a time before the internet and bloatware
and a time before every OS sucked
ahhh
mmm
Well way back in the olden times my computer worked for me
I’d laugh and play all night and day on zork one, two and three
the amiga, vic 20 and sinclair two, the trs 80 and the apple II
they did what they where supposed to do
It wasn’t much but it was enough
but then xerox made a prototype
Steve Jobs came on the scene
read of mice and menues windows, icons, trash and a bitmapped screen
Oh stevie said to xerox boys, turn your heads and cough
and when noone was looking he ripped their interfaces off
stole every feature that he had seen
put it in a cute box with a tiny little screen
MacOS ran that machine
only cost 5000 bucks
but it was slow
it was buggy
so they wrote it again
and now they’re up to OS ten
they’ll charge you for the beta, then charge you again
but the MacOS still sucks
every OS wastes your time
from the desktop to the lap
every thing since apple dos
just a bunch of crap
from microsoft and macintosh
to lin-ly-lin-ly-nucs
evey computer crashes
cause ever os sucks
well then microsoft jumped in the game
copied apples interface with an os named
windows three point one
it was twice as lame
but the stock price rose and rose
then windows 95, then 98
man, solitarie never ran so great
and every single version came out late
but I guess thats the way it go
but that bloatware will crash and delete your work
and dme man none of them work
bill gates may be richer than captain kirk
but the windows os blows
and sucks
at the same time
I’d trade it in, yeah, right
for what
it’s top of the line
from the compuhut
the fridge, stove and toaster
never crash on me
I should be able to get online
without a Phd
my phone doesn’t take a week to boot it
my tv doesn’t crash when I mute it
I miss ascii text in my floppy drive
I wish vic 20 was still alive
It ain’t the hardware man
it’s just that every OS sucks
and blows
Now theres lin-ux or ly-nic
I don’t know how you say it
or how you install it or use it or play it
or where you download it or what programs run
but lin-ux or ly-nic don’t look like much fun
however you say it
it’s getting great press
though how it survives is anyones guess
if you ask me it’s a great big mess
for elitist nerdy schmucks
it’s free they say
if you can get it to run
the geeks say hey, thats half the fun
yeah, but I’ve got a girlfriend and things to get done
the linux OS sucks
I’m sorry to say it but it does
every os wastes your time
from the desktop to the lap
everything since the abacus, just a bunch of crap
from microsfot and macintosh
to lin-ly-lin-ly-nucs
every computer crashes cause evey os sucks
every computer crashes cause evey os sucks
the war of 1812
March 20, 2009 – 9:47 pm
Oh come back proud canadians
to before you had tv
no hockey night in canada
there was no cbc
(oh my god!)
in 1812 madison was mad
he was the president you know
well he thought he’d tell the british
where they ought to go
he though he’d invade canada
he thought that he was tough
instead we went to washington
and burned down all his stuff
and the whitehouse burned, burned, burned
and we’re the ones that did it
it burned, burned, burned
while the president ran and cried
it burned burned burned
and things where very historical
and the americans ran and cried like a bunch of little babies, wah, wah, wah
in the war of 1812!
Now some hillbillies from Kentucky
dressed in green and red
left home to fight in Canada
but they returned home dead
Its only war the Yankees lost
except for Vietnam
and also the Alamo
right
and the Bay of… Ham
The loser was America
The winner was ourselves
So join right in and gloat about
The war of 1812
and the whitehouse burned, burned, burned
and we’re the ones that did it
it burned, burned, burned
while the president ran and cried
it burned burned burned
and things where very historical
and the americans ran and cried like a bunch of little babies, wah, wah, wah
in the war of 1812!
In 1812 we where just sitting around
minding our own business
putting crops into the ground
we heard the soldiers comeing and we didn’t like that sound
so we took a boat to washington
and burned it to the ground
oh, we fired our guns
but the yankees kept on coming
there wasn’t quite as many as there was awhile ago
we fired once more and the yankees started running
down the missasipi
to the gulf of mexico..o..o..o
they ran though the snow
and they ran though the forest
they ran though the bushes where the beavers wouldn’t go
they ran so fast they forgot to take their culture
back to america…aa…aa
so if you go to washington
it’s bulidings, clean and nice
bring a pack of matches
and
we’ll
burn the whitehouse twice
and the whitehouse burned burned burned
and the americans won’t admit it
it burned burnedburned
burnedburnedburned
burnedburnedburned
I bet that payed them back
guitar and pen
March 20, 2009 – 9:12 pm
You’re alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you’ll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you’ve got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
When you’re kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
When the words are immobile until you sit down
Never feel they’re worth keeping, they’re not easily found
Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
You must really have something
Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
Important to say
When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
And you swear and you curse ’cause the rhyming ain’t clean
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
Then you can be sure, you can open the door
Get off of the floor tonight
You have something to write
When you want to complain, there’s no one can stop you
But when your music proclaims, there’s no one can top you
You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
You’ve got a head start away from the street
But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
Could be there’s just one thing left in the end
Your guitar and your pen
When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
And she says that she’d like it “with more of a tune”
And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
Then you stick it together and start writing again
And you know that it won’t be too long ’til your back
To bring her some money, she’s calling you “honey”
Stashed in a bloody great sack
In your Cadillac
You’re alone
You’re alone
You’re alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you’ll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you’ve got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
chop suey
March 20, 2009 – 9:11 pm
Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
(Hide the scars to fade away the shake )
Why’d you leave the keys up on the table?
Here you go create another fable
(You wanted to)
Grab a brush and put on a little makeup
(You wanted to)
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
(You wanted to)
Why’d you leave the keys up on the table?
(You wanted to)
I don’t think you trust, in, my,
Self-righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
Why’d you leave the keys up on the table?
Here you go create another fable
(You wanted to)
Grab a brush and put on a little makeup
(You wanted to)
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
(You wanted to)
Why’d you leave the keys up on the table?
(You wanted to)
I don’t think you trust in my
Self-righteous suicide,
I cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide,
I cry, when angels deserve to die
Father (father)
Father (father)
Father (father)
Father (aaahh)
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands, why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes, forsaken me
In your thoughts, forsaken me
In your heart, forsaken me
Oh, trust in my, self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
two beds and a coffee machine
March 20, 2009 – 9:11 pm
And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass and furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming now it’s time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
And there are children to think of
Baby’s asleep in the backseat
Wonder how they’ll ever make it through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she’ll have to go home
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of night
But there’s hope in the darkness
You know you’re going to make it
Another ditch in the road
Keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it
truly, madly, deeply
March 20, 2009 – 9:10 pm
I’ll be your dream I’ll be your wish
I’ll be your fantasy
I’ll be your hope I’ll be your love
Be everything that you need
I’ll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
I will be strong I will be faithful ’cause I’m counting on
A new beginning
A reason for living
A deeper meaning
I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky,
I’ll make a wish to send it to heaven
Then make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the pleasure in the certainty
That we’re surrounded by the comfort and protection of
The highest powers
In lonely hours
The tears devour you
I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
Oh can you see it baby?
You don’t have to close your eyes
‘Cause its standing right here before you
All that you need will surely come
I’ll be your dream I’ll be your wish
I’ll be your fantasy
I’ll be you hope I’ll be your love
Be everything that you need
I’ll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly deeply do
I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
angels
March 20, 2009 – 9:09 pm
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we’re grey and old
‘cos I’ve been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I’m lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel love is dead
I’m loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
When I come to call she won’t forsake me I’m loving angels instead
When I’m feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I’ll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I’m loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
When I come to call she won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
When I come to call
She won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead
Lyrics by Williams/Chambers ©1997
everybody hurts (the suicide song)
March 20, 2009 – 9:07 pm
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
when you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don’t let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it’s time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
when you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on.
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don’t throw your hand. Oh, no. Don’t throw your hand.
If you feel like you’re alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you’re on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on.
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)