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Friday, May 13, 2011
Till the world ends(lyrics) Britney spear(2011)
Baby Let Me Blow Your Mind
Tonight!
[Chorus]
I Can't Take It Take It Take No
More
Never Felt Like Felt Like This
Before
C ’mon Get Me Get Me On The
Floor
DJ What You What You Waitin'
For...
WOAH OH OH OH OH OH WOAH
OH OH OH..
[Bridge]
See The Sunlight
We Ain't Stoppin ’
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
If You Feel It Let It Happen
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
WOAH OH OH OH OH OH WOAH
OH OH OH...
See The Sunlight
We Ain't Stoppin ’
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
If You Feel It Let It Happen
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
Tonight!
[Chorus]
I Can't Take It Take It Take No
More
Never Felt Like Felt Like This
Before
C ’mon Get Me Get Me On The
Floor
DJ What You What You Waitin'
For...
WOAH OH OH OH OH OH WOAH
OH OH OH..
[Bridge]
See The Sunlight
We Ain't Stoppin ’
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
If You Feel It Let It Happen
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
WOAH OH OH OH OH OH WOAH
OH OH OH...
See The Sunlight
We Ain't Stoppin ’
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
If You Feel It Let It Happen
Keep On Dancing Till The
World Ends
Owl city
Plant Life
On May 9th, 2011 by Adam
Young
You cringe at each creak on
the old warped stairs but
that doesn’t sway your
determination to reach the
second floor. Your gaze is
fixed on the top rotten step
as you endure the climb. The
walls watch. Things crawl
under your skin.
The servant’s door shrieks on
its hinges as an endless
corridor empties into a dark
master bedroom, occupied by
a moth-eaten canopy bed
dripping with cobwebs. Sallow
peeling wallpaper sheds from
the walls like dead snakeskin
and flutters to the
floorboards as you brush past.
In the corner on a tattered
rug sits a child’s wooden
rocking horse, the seat worn
smooth, the corded mane and
tail coated in dirt. A
mahogany chest of drawers
stands lifeless with the top
drawer still pulled out as if
someone left in a hurry; a
cracked mirror clings to the
wall just above it, but you
know better than to catch a
glimpse of yourself in it.
The air is thick and heavy
and it seems you inhale the
shadows around the room as
they cower and shrink back
from the light of your candle.
Their twisted silhouettes and
outlines bottleneck in your
throat like dead leaves
circling a drain, and during
this moment it becomes
obvious that the quiver of a
gentle candle flame may not
be enough to keep the ghosts
under the stairs… from
coming out.
Slipping back the way you
came, you creep down the hall
like a thief and peer over the
broken banister. Below lies a
sad arrangement of disarray…
sheets draped over furniture,
tattered curtains hanging by
mere threads, a cold stone
fireplace, wet rotten holes in
the plaster walls, a chandelier
with broken strings of
crystals, a man’s derby hat
still hanging from a coat rack,
and all manner of papers and
debris strewn about the room.
The walls lean in. Your blood
suddenly stirs. Someone is
crying in the room above you.
Behind you are the attic
stairs.
Your body’s reaction to the
sudden drop in temperature
sends an icy chill down your
spine like a razor blade. A
window is open somewhere. A
dead breeze wafts the scent
of mold and decay over you as
the orange pinch of flame atop
your stump of candle flickers
once, twice, and then is gone.
The darkness settles over
your head and shoulders like a
deathly bridal veil as your
heartbeat quickens and
goosebumps spread across
your flesh. A foul dust in the
air coats your tongue with a
stale film and turns your
throat to dry cotton. Now
directly in front of you, like a
tomb in a mausoleum, the
attic door stands wide open,
hanging by one hinge. There
is movement in the walls.
Each stair screams out in
pain as you ascend into the
pitch darkness and both
hands grip the wooden
banister for fear of stumbling
and falling backwards. At the
summit, a few paces into the
room, a lightbulb chain hangs
in the blackness and you hold
your breath as you give it a
sharp tug. Nothing. Instead of
flooding the room with light
it seems to deepen the
shadows even more, stirring
up darkness like a diver
stirring up soot in the belly
of a shipwreck. You can’t see
your hand in front of your
face. Sweat soaks through
your clothes, a hammer
pounds at the insides of your
chest and hot shivers cascade
down your backbone. The
silence is deafening.
Suddenly something moves in
the room. You want to scream
but you can’t. The sound of
fingernails tear and claw at a
chalkboard. A door slams
somewhere downstairs. Hot
tears spill down your cheeks.
The mirror in the master
bedroom crashes to the floor.
Something moves toward you
in the darkness. Your body
commands you to make a
break for the staircase but
you’re far too paralyzed to
move. Someone is screaming
downstairs, shrieking with
murderous ferocity, wailing
with misery like a lamenting
sailor’s widow. Footsteps
pound down the second story
hall from the master bedroom
and pause at the foot of the
attic stairs. Your vision
blurs. They know you’re h
On May 9th, 2011 by Adam
Young
You cringe at each creak on
the old warped stairs but
that doesn’t sway your
determination to reach the
second floor. Your gaze is
fixed on the top rotten step
as you endure the climb. The
walls watch. Things crawl
under your skin.
The servant’s door shrieks on
its hinges as an endless
corridor empties into a dark
master bedroom, occupied by
a moth-eaten canopy bed
dripping with cobwebs. Sallow
peeling wallpaper sheds from
the walls like dead snakeskin
and flutters to the
floorboards as you brush past.
In the corner on a tattered
rug sits a child’s wooden
rocking horse, the seat worn
smooth, the corded mane and
tail coated in dirt. A
mahogany chest of drawers
stands lifeless with the top
drawer still pulled out as if
someone left in a hurry; a
cracked mirror clings to the
wall just above it, but you
know better than to catch a
glimpse of yourself in it.
The air is thick and heavy
and it seems you inhale the
shadows around the room as
they cower and shrink back
from the light of your candle.
Their twisted silhouettes and
outlines bottleneck in your
throat like dead leaves
circling a drain, and during
this moment it becomes
obvious that the quiver of a
gentle candle flame may not
be enough to keep the ghosts
under the stairs… from
coming out.
Slipping back the way you
came, you creep down the hall
like a thief and peer over the
broken banister. Below lies a
sad arrangement of disarray…
sheets draped over furniture,
tattered curtains hanging by
mere threads, a cold stone
fireplace, wet rotten holes in
the plaster walls, a chandelier
with broken strings of
crystals, a man’s derby hat
still hanging from a coat rack,
and all manner of papers and
debris strewn about the room.
The walls lean in. Your blood
suddenly stirs. Someone is
crying in the room above you.
Behind you are the attic
stairs.
Your body’s reaction to the
sudden drop in temperature
sends an icy chill down your
spine like a razor blade. A
window is open somewhere. A
dead breeze wafts the scent
of mold and decay over you as
the orange pinch of flame atop
your stump of candle flickers
once, twice, and then is gone.
The darkness settles over
your head and shoulders like a
deathly bridal veil as your
heartbeat quickens and
goosebumps spread across
your flesh. A foul dust in the
air coats your tongue with a
stale film and turns your
throat to dry cotton. Now
directly in front of you, like a
tomb in a mausoleum, the
attic door stands wide open,
hanging by one hinge. There
is movement in the walls.
Each stair screams out in
pain as you ascend into the
pitch darkness and both
hands grip the wooden
banister for fear of stumbling
and falling backwards. At the
summit, a few paces into the
room, a lightbulb chain hangs
in the blackness and you hold
your breath as you give it a
sharp tug. Nothing. Instead of
flooding the room with light
it seems to deepen the
shadows even more, stirring
up darkness like a diver
stirring up soot in the belly
of a shipwreck. You can’t see
your hand in front of your
face. Sweat soaks through
your clothes, a hammer
pounds at the insides of your
chest and hot shivers cascade
down your backbone. The
silence is deafening.
Suddenly something moves in
the room. You want to scream
but you can’t. The sound of
fingernails tear and claw at a
chalkboard. A door slams
somewhere downstairs. Hot
tears spill down your cheeks.
The mirror in the master
bedroom crashes to the floor.
Something moves toward you
in the darkness. Your body
commands you to make a
break for the staircase but
you’re far too paralyzed to
move. Someone is screaming
downstairs, shrieking with
murderous ferocity, wailing
with misery like a lamenting
sailor’s widow. Footsteps
pound down the second story
hall from the master bedroom
and pause at the foot of the
attic stairs. Your vision
blurs. They know you’re h
Owl city
The Real World
On May 13th, 2011 by Adam
Young
I saw the autumn leaves peel
up off the street, take wing
on the balmy breeze and sweep
you off your feet. You blushed
as they scooped you up on
sugar maple wings, to gaze
down on the city below, ablaze
with wondrous things.
Downy feathers kiss your face
and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a lovely place but I
wouldn’t want to live there.
Weighed down by heavy lids
and lunar lullabies, I knew you
were wide awake because you
smile with your eyes.
Downy feathers kiss your face
and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a lovely place but I
wouldn’t want to live there.
From the green belt balcony,
the wildfires look so pretty.
Ponderosa canopy, I’d never
leave if it were up to me. To
the ruby redwood tree, and to
the velvet climbing ivy:
painted all mahogany, I’d
never leave if it were up to
me.
With a starry brush, paint
the dusk venetian blue,
because in the evening hush,
you’ll never believe the view.
And when the leaves return
and their whisperings fill the
night, they’ll freeze and burn
where fire and ice collide.
Can you feel a silk embrace in
the satin air? If we dissolve
without a trace, will the real
world even care? Downy
feathers kiss your face and
flutter everywhere. Reality is
a lovely place but I wouldn’t
want to live there.
The twilight deepens and the
city is suddenly ablaze with
shimmery enchantment. It’s
getting dark but you’re still
chasing rainbows and I’m
rearranging lobby chairs on
the hotel patio. Across the
avenue, the garden carpet
peels up and sweeps you off
your feet, swinging you out
over the edge of the veranda
balcony, swirling and twirling
you through the eventide. I
look up and try not to smile
because I rather admire you.
I guess I just want to say
that if you ever need someone
to keep you company, I’ll be
right here.
Plant Life
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Encyclopedia: About me
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Enrique Iglesias-Why Not Me?(Lyrics)
Escaping nignt without you,
With shadows on the wall:
My mind is running wild,
Trying hard not to fall.
You tell me that you love me;
But you say i'm just a friend,
My heart is broken up into peaces,
Coz' i know, you'll never free my soul;
It's trapped in between,
True love and being alone;
When i close my eyes,
The greatest story told.
I woke and my dreams are shattered here on the floor.
Why oh, why, tell me why not me?
Why oh, why we were meant to be,
Baby i know i could be all you need:
Why oh, why oh, why?
I wanna love you,
If you only knew how much i love you.
So why not me?
Day after tomarrow,
i'd still be around;
To get you when you fall,
And never let you down;
You say that we are forever:
Our love will never end,
I've try to come up.
But it's drowning me to know;
You'll never free my soul,
It's trapped in between.
True love and being a lone.
When i close eyes ;
The greatest story told;
I woke and my dreams are shattered here on the floor.
Tell me baby,
Why oh why?次次不如何不
With shadows on the wall:
My mind is running wild,
Trying hard not to fall.
You tell me that you love me;
But you say i'm just a friend,
My heart is broken up into peaces,
Coz' i know, you'll never free my soul;
It's trapped in between,
True love and being alone;
When i close my eyes,
The greatest story told.
I woke and my dreams are shattered here on the floor.
Why oh, why, tell me why not me?
Why oh, why we were meant to be,
Baby i know i could be all you need:
Why oh, why oh, why?
I wanna love you,
If you only knew how much i love you.
So why not me?
Day after tomarrow,
i'd still be around;
To get you when you fall,
And never let you down;
You say that we are forever:
Our love will never end,
I've try to come up.
But it's drowning me to know;
You'll never free my soul,
It's trapped in between.
True love and being a lone.
When i close eyes ;
The greatest story told;
I woke and my dreams are shattered here on the floor.
Tell me baby,
Why oh why?次次不如何不
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