Chronicles of Life and Death

Adam, le drummer d'AFI, a dit une grande vérité:

Just try to find the best balance you can between things you have to do and things you love to do.

Les choses que j'ai à faire: entretenir la maison, m'occuper de Miga, venir travailler.
Les choses que j'aime faire: le Web, lire, faire du ménage de paperasse.

Ça mène où dans la vie, ça? *soupir*

Dans un autre ordre d'idée, j'ai (évidemment) acheté le nouvel album de GC et parmi les chansons que j'aime, il y en a trois dont les paroles retentissent plus fortement en moi. C'est long mais je vais les publier pareil.

The world is black
Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight
You see the same damn thing
It's just a different day
And no one really knows why this is happening, but it's happening
And everywhere you go it's just a different place
You get the same down feeling
See the same sad faces
No one really cares that this is happening
You come into this world
And we are all the same
And in that moment there's no one to blame
But the world is black
And hearts are cold
And there's no hope
That's what were told
And we can't go back
It won't be the same
Forever changed
By the things we see, see
Living in this place has always been this way
Theres noone doing nothing
So theres nothing changed
And i cant live when this world just keeps dying
Its dying
People always tell me this is part of the plan
That God got everybody in his hands
But i can only pray that god is listening
Is he listening
We're living in this world
Growing colder everyday
Nothing can stay perfect now
I say
But the world is black
And hearts are cold
And there's no hope
That's what were told
And we can't come back
It won't be the same
Forever changed
By the things we see, see, see
We come into this world
And we are all the same
And in that moment there's no one to blame
But we're living in this world
Growing colder everyday
Nothing can stay perfect now
I say
The world is black
And hearts are cold
There's no hope
That's what were told
And we can't come back
It won't be the same
Forever changed
By the things we see, see, see
Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight
You see the same damn thing it's just a different day
And no one really knows why this is happening


We believe
There's a woman crying out tonight
Her world has changed
She asks God why
Her only son has died
And now her daughter cries
She can't sleep at night
Downtown
Another day for all the suits and ties
Another war to fight
There's no regard for life
How do they sleep at night
How can we make things right?
Just wanna make this right
We believe
In this love
We are all the same
Human in all our ways and all of pain
(So let it be)
There's a love that could fall down like rain
(Let us see)
Let forgiveness wash away the pain
(What we need)
And no one really knows what they are searching for
(We believe)
This world is crying for so much more
We believe
In this love
We believe
In this love
So this world Is too much
For you to take
Just lay it down in front of me
I'll be everything you need
In every way
We believe
In this love (In this love)

Wounded
Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
But hurt beneath my skin
My eyes are fading
My souls is bleeding
I’ll try to make it seem ok
But my faith is wearing thin
So help me heal these wounds
They’ve been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I’m open
And I’m bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them up
I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life
I’d read about and dreamed
And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see
But help me heal these wounds
They’ve been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I’m open
And I’m bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me
So you come along
I’ll push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
Cause I need someone to help me
Oh I need someone to help me
To help me heal these wounds
They’ve been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I’m open
And I’m bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them
I need someone to help me fill them
I need someone to help me close them up