vœux insatisfaits,illusions et compulsions

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Arvo Part - Fur Alina

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Bob Theil - So Far

[Who is The 4th man]

IAMTHESHADOW All Our Demons

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ζήτησα νά αποχωρήσω λόγω....ψυχαναγκαστικών καταστάσεων πού δέν έχουν νά κάνουν μέ τό πχώρουμ
(ίσως γυρίσω τό χειμώνα)

Ποσο mindfuck αυτη η σκηνη. Αναθεμα με που εκανα κλικ.

[Who is The 4th man]

ζήτησα νά αποχωρήσω λόγω....ψυχαναγκαστικών καταστάσεων πού δέν έχουν νά κάνουν μέ τό πχώρουμ
(ίσως γυρίσω τό χειμώνα)

Ποσο mindfuck αυτη η σκηνη. Αναθεμα με που εκανα κλικ.

ήτανε φλασιά αυτή ή σκηνή πού μού ήρθε τότες, τό είχα γ@..σει με τόν εαυτό μου
καί έπρεπε νά αποτοξινωθώ κάπως

[Χουργιατς]

[Who is The 4th man]

[Who is The 4th man]

"Night, the world, it’s mine, with nobody else out here
It’s time, run wild and royally cavalier
To burn, ignite, I’d do it for so much less
When all is made clear there is nothing else

And here we stand, the sweet arresting duality
And I come to, it’s resin all over me
Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
In this race of two

We’re an endless stream of choices
We’re the softest murmur of voices

Without names we’re fantasising
Dancing like flames, mesmerising
My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies

Making waves and diving under
Lightning to the sound of thunder
My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies

So white, so still, so bright, it’s almost too painful now
I’m ready to fight, to run from the light

And here now comes the sweet corrupting reality
While now I’m free, will I once cease to be
Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
In this race of two

We are momentary masters
We’re false kings and bastards

Without names we’re fantasising…

We are marionettes by strings animated
Yet like lovers of strings liberated

Without names we’re fantasising…

Brothers by blood separated
Marionettes animated
Lovers of strings liberated"



Poets of the Fall - My Dark Disquiet

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Mess- Ben Folds Five

[Who is The 4th man]

Mess- Ben Folds Five

ωραίο τραγούδι νύχτα, πάντα ρίχνω μιά ματιά στά λύρικς
"There was a time when I had nothing to explain
Oh, this mess I have made
But then things got complicated
My innocence has all but faded
Oh, this mess I have made
And I don't believe in god
So I can't be saved
All alone as I've learned to be
In this mess I have made
All the untested virtue
The things I said I'd never do
Least of all to you
I know he's kind and true
I know that he is good to you
He'll never care for you more than I do
But I don't believe in love
And I can't be tamed
All alone as I've learned to be
In this mess
I have made the same mistakes
Over and over again
There are rooms in this house that I don't open anymore
Dusty books of pictures on the floor
That she will never see
She'll never see that part of me
I want to be for her
What I could never be for you
But I don't believe in god
So I can't be saved
All alone as I've learned to be
In this mess I have made"
εγώ στήν προβληματική του(της) θά παρέθετα

when you're being experienced by tragedy and passion you could be getting closer
to an internal dialogue with the deity and not only by reading thousands of books.
consider for example your relationship with a man(respectively with a woman),
would you like being required to sign a contract of permanent relationship with him(her)?
would this not be insolvent?
this is what it looks like the relationship with the deity, she couldn't offer to you magical solutions
or revealing her existence with magical ways......
poetically erotic......"there is as if there is not, there isn't as if there is"

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εγώ στήν προβληματική του(της) θά παρέθετα

when you're being experienced by tragedy and passion you could be getting closer
to an internal dialogue with the deity and not only by reading thousands of books.
consider for example your relationship with a man(respectively with a woman),
would you like being required to sign a contract of permanent relationship with him(her)?
would this not be insolvent?
this is what it looks like the relationship with the deity, she couldn't offer to you magical solutions
or revealing her existence with magical ways......
poetically erotic......"there is as if there is not, there isn't as if there is"

αχ, και να ξερες χαλίλμας

[Ντεμέκ Φερμαδόρος με Φούιτ]

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αφού είμαστε στις ψευδαισθήσεις, ας παραμείνουμε


Bonnie Beecher - Come wander with me

[Who is The 4th man]

μούδωσες ιδέα θά αφήσω τά μαθήματα εκλ.ρούσικης χορωδίας καί ξεκινάω
τσιφτετελοαμανέδικα μπάς καί δώ λίγο κιμά στά μακαρόνια,κανα κεφτέ

[Χουργιατς]