Monday, June 24, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Roll out the Red Carpet
Been written off for dead and gone now,
Turned your back and drift away.
You pave this path your on with sorrow,
Roam this road with one foot in the grave.
You gotta roll out the red carpet
Theres a dead man coming on in
You gotta roll out the red carpet
You gotta roll out the red carpet
An empty soul and a bottle of gin
You gotta roll out the red carpet
Your demise is intoxicating.
All your troubles will soon be history.
The undertakers they stand waiting,
This was the life you chose to lead.
Your final days are upon you.
And you soon will be buried deep.
You rambled this world as a stranger,
Of you nobody has no memory.
The Generatore "Roll out the Red Carpet"
Listen Here: http://youtu.be/YFjAjLj29h4
Turned your back and drift away.
You pave this path your on with sorrow,
Roam this road with one foot in the grave.
You gotta roll out the red carpet
Theres a dead man coming on in
You gotta roll out the red carpet
You gotta roll out the red carpet
An empty soul and a bottle of gin
You gotta roll out the red carpet
Your demise is intoxicating.
All your troubles will soon be history.
The undertakers they stand waiting,
This was the life you chose to lead.
Your final days are upon you.
And you soon will be buried deep.
You rambled this world as a stranger,
Of you nobody has no memory.
The Generatore "Roll out the Red Carpet"
Listen Here: http://youtu.be/YFjAjLj29h4
Friday, June 14, 2013
No One Needs to Know
Feels like I'm falling,
Off the beaten path,
Off the railroad tracks.
Spiraling out of control.
Truth be told, no one needs to know.
Unless you're sure,
You should never tell a soul.
Helical & misleading,
The thoughts grow old.
On a cold dark night,
The breezes scold.
Deeper & further,
Despite despair.
We begin mending,
And commence repair.
Let it wear,
Take a hold.
Never be undersold.
Off the beaten path,
Off the railroad tracks.
Spiraling out of control.
Truth be told, no one needs to know.
Unless you're sure,
You should never tell a soul.
Helical & misleading,
The thoughts grow old.
On a cold dark night,
The breezes scold.
Deeper & further,
Despite despair.
We begin mending,
And commence repair.
Let it wear,
Take a hold.
Never be undersold.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
Dull
The same dull song whistles through the radio,
losing inspiration as quickly as the setting sun.
The places have changed, the people are fading away.
Inspiration isn't lurking at every corner anymore,
Concealing itself in places unknown.
A return seems faint,
the people drifting more day by day.
The new becoming the old,
the black turning to mold.
Maybe the spores will help develop.
Stimulate my brain, lure my senses.
losing inspiration as quickly as the setting sun.
The places have changed, the people are fading away.
Inspiration isn't lurking at every corner anymore,
Concealing itself in places unknown.
A return seems faint,
the people drifting more day by day.
The new becoming the old,
the black turning to mold.
Maybe the spores will help develop.
Stimulate my brain, lure my senses.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Accustom
Surrounded by rigid mortality,
Loathing the greed.
Perceiving the ordinary,
Longing and hoping to supersede.
Instead, its all becoming customary.
Loathing the greed.
Perceiving the ordinary,
Longing and hoping to supersede.
Instead, its all becoming customary.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
L'esquelet - Bootique & Brand
Inspired by the dark depths we hold in our souls.
Cultured yet polished.
Bringing simplicity to dark, abstract style.
Antique, yet modern day influenced.
Adornment for your body and home.
Coming Soon....
L'esquelet - Bootique & Brand
www.lesquelet.com
Cultured yet polished.
Bringing simplicity to dark, abstract style.
Antique, yet modern day influenced.
Adornment for your body and home.
Coming Soon....
L'esquelet - Bootique & Brand
www.lesquelet.com
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