is there really a right kind of monster?

in the midst of the hype about New Moon's movie installment I came across some mixed up audio-visuals. searching and scanning through video posts for some favorite artists' and songs' music vids and then hopping along friends' wall images in facebook I stumbled upon these volpes /vamp confu-blends:



well, I'm sorry I can't be the right kind of monster for you..., he said. the song should force louis, armand and the rest to turn to lobos. It MUST.


7>7> 6>6> 5>5> ... 3,2,1...

compatibility at 98.09 % at the next moon-pleiades -orion-junction.

full morphing to occur at stage V of Uranus' conjugation with Alpha Centauri


the song is about the colavolpes' sole heir for his sired vulpine siren. now, due to this, the composer has gone berserker. He is also diagnosed to be afflicted with lupus. How this stings him!


is this a trance-formative thing?

tomorrow

forever is a day
today is non-existent



now
later-nity
everafterall



death comes from within
life is betrothed to pain
hope-folly

escapist's dream
a blind man's vision
mirroring sea

killer mountain
elevated sighs













"Perfect Symmetry"

I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs

I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitols
Wisest of the animals

Who are you, what are you living for
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more

This life, is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me

Write page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before

Who are you, what are you fighting for
Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life
lived in perfect symmetry

What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle, slips into the run out groove
Love, maybe you feel it too

And maybe you find, life is unkind
and over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you

Oh boy you otta leave this town
get out while you can
the needle's running out
The voices in the streets you love
everything is better when you hear that shout
woooaohhh
woooaohhh
woooaohhh

spineless dreamers, hide in churches
pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
mile after mile of just empty pages

wrap yourself around me
wrap yourself around me

as the needle, slips into the run out groove
maybe i'll feel it too
maybe you'll feel it too
maybe you'll feel it too
maybe you'll feel it too

I dream in emails, worn out phrases
mile after mile of just empty pages

The man in 119 takes his tea all alone. Mornings, we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.

He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him more. Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away and then go eat them on the shore.

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand, sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate and wash my hand in the sea. With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida.
All holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago.

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

death cab for cutie