Avantasia - The wicked symphony

You'll be running out of miracles
Like I'm running out of dreams
Madness lurking into my left
Angels faint in front of me

And I see eyes to the right
I hear a promise resound
Gold and diamonds, love and fame
And music meant to remain

You've been dying for glory
You've been looking for love
Why don't we read the signs
When we're about to get lost

A seeker enthralled by a flame
Eventually home to his pain
The Great Unbeloved
You reach for the final stage

Hey man in your hideaway
Where do we go from here
Heroes in the tragedy
Down-home just a memory
Where do we go
When the world gets in the way

Way down to the hide away
Afflatus divine! Your hands
And a wicked symphony
Hey now to the hideaway
Lock up the rain for a wicked symphony

Don't you give up on your emotions
Don't you abandon your despair
If you deny what you desire
This will have been just a mystery play

There'll be nowhere to go
Just oblivion, we're so close to reach out
Close to fall, make up or break up or crawl

You are striving for beauty
For a song to remain
A final touch and the spirit you have cited
Holds on to the reins

I feel how I'm losing my ground
A dancer enthralled by a sound
The smoke clears away
I'll reach for the final stage

Hey man in your hideaway
Where do we go from here
Heroes in the tragedy
Down-home just a memory
Where do we go
When the world gets in the way

Way down to the hide away, afflatus Divine!
Your hands and a wicked symphony
Hey now to the hideaway
Lock up the rain for a wicked symphony

Oh I can hear it, I can hear it
Oh I can hear it, I, I, I, I...
I can hear it, yeah
I'm dying for a sign

You can turn your face away
can pretend you don't hear it
How long have you been begging on your knees
And now that you're near it
Won't you be damned if you defy what you're given
Mercury of salvation
The colors for the eyes of the world
We'll be kings for generations

Hey man in your hideaway
Where do we go from here
Heroes in the tragedy
Down-home just a memory
Where do we go
When the world gets in the way

Way down to the hide away
Afflatus divine!
Your hands and a wicked symphony
Hey now to the hideaway
Lock up the rain for a wicked symphony

Sesja (3):

photo: Aleksandra Lennon

make-up: Olga Artysiewicz

AHT Blackpool 2011 - Catwalk make-up: 1st place

Z tomiku nadrealistycznego (11):

VLADIMIR REISEL

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Przez cala noc pada w moim snie
dzwony deszczu ulozyly sie w rynnie
spie rownoczesnie w kazdej kropli
jak odgrodzony kratami
a ciszy aureola
w swiatyni smutniejszej niz ryba
obrocony do gory nogami
zamieniam sie w katastrofe pinakli
w latanie na wyscigi sladami poszeptow
to wszystko jedno
jako ze nosze twoja zawzieta glowe
chociaz jestem pilotem rozy
i mam dzis zadeszczony sen



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Jest wiosna
i ziemia sepiowa dziewica
lowi az do polnocy
skowronki nasladuja mniszki
placza kwiatami
podczas gdy ja trace czas z biala meduza
pachnaca jak banan w kwiecie
czarujaca niczym niemowle
proponuje mi swoj okrutny sztylet
pochylona gleboko ku niebu
poddaje sie jej
bez wymowek i smutku
podazam zania do obloku jabloni
niczym lunatyk
ktory wiecznie krztusi sie niebem
i chce jego blekit wypic zamiast nocy
na koralowym trawniku
w dymnej kryjowce wedrowek
na dloni hustawka z podbialu



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Jak monstrancji srebrnej i rozproszonej
jak zywicy na wpol nagich brzoz
szukam dziecinstwa
a wy mi go nie wrocicie
gwiazdozbiory pogubionych lez
slodkawe niebo
krwawiace brwi
slonce
blakam sie myslac o powrotach
pirat czas
nie wroce juz wiecej do zdeptanych gniazd
dziecinstwo rozgrzebane
jatrzaca rana wypala kwiaty
gasnace oczy
podziw i rumieniec
zostawiam was pekiecia na zaglu
i umykam przed petla serca
pogrzebac smutek w krzemieniu
najbardziej poufny dzwon
zegnaj ach zegnaj dziecinstwo w rozpadlinie
krew na zmarszczce
bez echa

Sia - Soon we'll be found (acoustic)

Come along it is the break of day
Surely now, you’ll have some things to say
It’s not the time for telling tales on me

So come along, it wont be long
‘Til we return happy
Shut your eyes, there are no lies
In this world we call sleep
Let’s desert this day of hurt
Tomorrow we’ll be free

Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight
Turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found

Well it’s been rough but we’ll be just fine
We'll work it out yeah we'll survive
You musn’t let a few bad times dictate

So come along, it wont be long
‘Til we return happy
Shut your eyes, there are no lies
In this world we call sleep
Let’s desert this day of hurt
Tomorrow we’ll be free

Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight
Turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found

Z piekla Rogiem (10):

EM-PATHETIC: PRZEKWITANIE

Nadszedl czas kiedy kazdy bodziec
okazuje sie zgrzytem zebow
smiertelne cialo juz dawno powinno rozpasc sie
na atomy schizofrenii

przywyklem do zajmowania dloni
niedokonczonymi sprawami
gdybyz to byla tylko taktyka
sposob na przetrwanie tak dlugiego czasu

cale piekno u swych stop
sprowadzilem pod poziom buta
na kraweznik

bo nie umiem napisac wiersza
ktory rozwali ludziom lby