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[I]The Drones-Why Write A Letter That You’ll Never Send
[/I]

[SPOILER]we don?t write letters anymore

there ain?t the time or place

but a friend of mine wrote something like

a letter yesterday

it was smuggled through my inbox

just this morning, 3am

more impotent than important

but let me read it now, verbatim

he says ?i got that same old feeling

the one that turns the birds to brutes

the sky is like a bad dream

and the earth is in cahoots

i don?t believe no one no more

i don?t care what no one say?s

i just wanna make the world

a much less painful place

we look fonder on the good old days

as they drift further away

but why if everyone feels so homesick

are they always setting sail?

?cause it?s all bad news up there on deck

and each headland masks the next

i?d just as soon dive in the ocean

and forego the blood and sweat

forego all aspirations

they just put everyone at odds

if idle hands are the devil?s work

then where?s the time for God?s?

and why write a letter that you?ll never send away

why won?t you stay with me, wait and see

all you need to know

nobody?s perfect and their needs are always stark

stay with me, wait you?ll see

all you need to know

everybody?s hurting and their needs are always stark

and who cares about wars of choice lands

where states indulge their passions

and all the new shoots just jackbootscoot

all dissent out of fashion

like Fred Astaires at a film premier

that is all about them

it?s stirring stuff, transformative

they don?t care where they?re sent

they?re all kiss chasing childish

dreams of privileged masculinity

?till they?re spent by shock and discharged

home to small town and big city

the rest are the type left dying or dead

from trying to be useful

they?ve been handy in the years gone by

and they?ll be handy in the future

and who cares for their survival

and who cares about the yanks

who cares if they get overrun

by Chinese nukes and tanks

who cares about the holocaust

man we didn?t learn nothing there

and all it?s memory does is

keep the History Channel on air

who cares about the Vatican

man everybody knows

and who?s surprised they went and

chose a nazi for a pope?

who cares about fakes like anarchists

man they never went to dance

let?s mambo Mogadishu

give anarchy a chance

i?m saying life is cruel, you know it?s true

but all sides still try and recruit you

for shangri-las as practical

as doing the karma sutra

why write a letter that you?ll never send away

why won?t you stay with me, wait and see

all you need know

nobody?s perfect and their needs are always stark

stay with me, wait you?ll see

all you need to know

everybody skirts the fact their needs are always stark

and who cares if the starving millions

know it?s christmas or your birthday

or what movie stars in Africa

or the guy from U2 says

or all the statesmen never telling

lies as truth or gospel

who cares what true or false

the truth?s the world won?t go to hospital

but who needs to live forever

who needs the extra miles

we won?t need bees or seed banks

in the Arctic for a while

we play the game to start again

not to better life for all

it?s the appropriate opiate

when a better way?s impossible

some honesty now wouldn?t go astray

if not, then what?s the use?

we?re animals, we can?t help doing

what all animals do

so goodbye my friend, i?m hitting send

forgive me talking straight

i?m only trying to make the world

a much less painful place

and why write a letter that you?ll never send away?[/SPOILER]

Ξεκίνησα να το ποστάρω στους στίχους που μας εκφράζουν.
Αλλά δεν έχω φτάσει ακόμη σε αυτό το σημείο.
Το πιστεύω δηλαδή, αλλά δεν το φωνάζω πολύ προς τα έξω, γιατί θα με πάνε μέσα.

Τέλος πάντων τούτο εδώ συντονίζεται με το είναι μου. Εκεί που γίνονται τα σκασίματα των κιθάρων, δεν είμαι σίγουρη αν πρέπει να αρχίζω να γελάω, ή να κλαίω, ή να χτυπήσω το κεφάλι μου σε κανέναν τοίχο, ή να βουτήξω από το παράθυρο, ή να αρχίσω να σπρώχνω άγνωστους σε μένα ανθρώπους.

[B][U]Thorns - Vortex[/U][/B]

My eye is the vortex from which nothing escapes
I am dematerialization of the self
I am the axis in the wheel of reincarnation
The endless singularity

I turn the spirals of existence
I am the slowing pace of life
I am the pulse of creation
Of inevitability and destruction
I balance the shifting tides of life
Everything must return to me

I am the beginning
And I am the end

και σε λαηβ και στα παντα, μαυρη λαβα η πουτανα.