Sep/09N/A
The Juliana Theory – Into the Dark
The-Juliana-Theory-Into-The-Dark.mp3
Dad, your boy is about to fall.
He walks the razor's edge.
He's on the brink of fading out.
He's at his bitter end.
Dad, your boy who used to run, you taught him how to crawl.
He left home to find his own, now all he had is gone.
In your eyes I see a darkness that torments you
And in your head where it dwells.
I'd give you my hand if you'd reach out and grab it.
Let's walk away from this hell.
Mom, your baby is on his way.
He'll soon be at your side.
Cause he's forgotten all he's known.
A part of him has died.
Mom may never understand why baby's come and gone.
He left home to find his own, now all he has are lies.
In your eyes I see a darkness that torments you
And in your head where it dwells.
I'd give you my hand if you'd reach out and grab it.
Let's walk away from this hell.
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes I see a darkness that torments you
and in your head where it dwells.
I'd give you my hand if you'd reach out and grab it.
Let's walk away from this hell.
Sep/09N/A
Penfold – The Sound of Jazz
This X marks the spot not where a life begins but where a life begins to matter
Quote de The Sound of Jazz, del segundo disco de una de mis bandas favoritas de todos los tiempos Penfold. No soy muy fan de ir a conciertos, o de manejar X numero de horas para ver a una banda en vivo, pero lo habria hecho, sin dudarlo, si hubiera sido para verlo a ellos tocar.