Friday, February 25, 2011

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Dimos Natar Spring-Summer 2011

Photographer - Harris Kyprianou
Styling - Andreas Koumas
Makeup - Tania Larina
Model - Ashley Nash
















Saturday, February 12, 2011

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Games

  (Intro) Hey, this feels like my kind of game
Hey, why don’t you wear your mask
You’ll learn the rules along as we play
You’ll see that mind and body don’t have much to ask

It’s all about power baby, power, power
Control over another, silence killer
It’s all about power baby, power, power
Who’s playing stronger here, who’s playing meaner

I’ll let you be the tough one if you want that
I like to switch the roles from top to victim
But when it’s you who’s crying in the bottom
Don’t beg me for release, don’t beg for pity

It’s all about power baby, power, power
Control over another, silence killer
It’s all about power baby, power, power
Who’s playing stronger here, who’s playing meaner

I’m walking on the edge, I like it painful
I’ll tease you till you can hold back no longer
Whatever you decide, will end up fatal
Whoever first breaks down will lose a lover

It’s all about power baby, power, power
Control over another, silence killer
It’s all about power baby, power, power
Who’s playing stronger here, who’s playing meaner

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Yesterdays

Darling, our kind is dying out
Memories silenced under strain
I never promised a rose garden
I never tried to cause you pain
Go back to finding your own meaning
Hope you can be yourself again
They’ll never know how we are feeling
They’ll never see how much we gave

I’ll go on running ‘round in circles
Every time, after my own tail
Chasing the days out of bottles
And chasing lovers out of days
You’ve taken all the tomorrows
Leaving me holding yesterdays

Darling, you knew these games were deadly
You sneaked to hide in danger zone
Finding my heart’s not user-friendly
Finding you’re better off alone
We were too heavy for those clouds
Too light to walk on common ground
Your making love was full of doubts
Your making love was broken sound


I’ll go on running ‘round in circles
Every time, after my own tail
Chasing the days out of bottles
And chasing lovers out of days
You’ve taken all the tomorrows
Leaving me holding yesterdays

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Empty City

  

It’s getting colder by the second
My heart can’t deal with all that pain
It’s getting colder, stupid island
Nowhere to hide from pouring rain
My black and white love left me naked
In pool of mud, in pool of blood
Dark clouds over my eyelashes
Hard fists imprinted on my mind

I played with blades and cut you open
I won the fight, i got the prize
I left the empty city rotten
I carved myself out of your past

I saw a house with a fire
A place for someone to call home
He got me sad, insane and tired
He made me happy, safe and warm
I loved him cos he sang me stories
He painted world to match my eyes
He noticed feathers on my shoulders
He fed me smoke spiced up with lies

I played with blades and cut you open
I won the fight, i got the prize
I left the empty city rotten
I carved myself out of your past

And now that silence’s screaming deadly
Abandoned roads kill my thoughts
I’m lying down until he gets here
My lover singing with gunshots

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Questions

 

This dusty corner full of smoke and ashes
Feels so secure, there is no way i’m leaving
Cos if i do, i know there will be questions
Made to decide whether i’m dead or living
Your troubled eyes will look at me impatient
Trying to read my lips in search for meaning
And i’m not ready for that conversation
Just watching next thin cigarette i’m killing

Ah,
I won’t stop kissing you, so you don’t ask me questions
Ah,
I’ll drown you in the sea of love and wine
Ah,
Forgive me that i have no explanations
Ah,
Forgive me that my heart’s no longer mine.

I don’t know better than hold back in silence
Who’d ever think that happiness could burden
It sprouted roots and blood in my whole substance
I tried so hard not to let it grow further
My head goes round to sign of distant fragrance
A little spark could burn my soul all over
But i am scared of your fair judgements
That’s why i’ll stay in here, not sane, not sober