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Lauantai yön vietin yksinää, enkä saanu oikee unta, joten tuli taasmietittyy kaikkee ja siinä sivussa huomasin kynän tehneen paperille tämmösiä merkintöjä..

They gave me a taste
and hide the rest
Everything I tried to baste
but still feeling like a guest

So far I've tried to see
The unshared glee
non of it left in me
Sorry, I didn't knew
that there was a fee

Then I saw a lonely star
I approach it with huge confidence
but still it is so far
Atleast my life has some sense

Still remembering the prophecy:
"There will be a may"
It won't come without pain
Don't know what to gain
Could it be a new fairy tale
Don't know what to say
Should I try to shut down this unopened gate??

Tänään oli juhlapäivä (Nesti on ollu tasan puol vuotta sinkkuna)
Kiitos kaikille osallistujille :DD

Tää on tarina täydellisestä illasta

Twilight of saturday will quide our way
Making illusion like never before as we waited
We see the first lonely stars, and you say:
"You know, this is the biggest luck I've gained"

After a glass of wine in this garden of affection
We will move on under the citylights
"I'll be here forever", the sweetest addiction
In this relationship of impressed minds

We'll stay here still 5 minutes, after 5 minutes
Hoping that this would never end
Cold nightair massages skin of ours
Remembering kisses and hugs you sent

Jep, tähän sain innoituksen, kun luin juttuja Tuomas Holopaisesta.. Tosin tää kertoo jostain toisesta kosketinvelhosta :D:D:D


At the age of five
I studied talking
to be social
I saw relationships running
threw the forcefield of time

At the age of ten
I became athlete
to win trophies
I saw contention flow
on the victory of mine

At the age of fiveteen
I wrote lyrics
to hear the music
I saw melody flying
on the wings of harmony

Now everything combines
and I can't be beaten
by my own weapons
Time still remains
maybe I can find
the last missing piece

Jep, elikkä muutama ihminen on odottanutkin tätä. Olen siis kirjoittanut sonaatin, jonka kolme aikasempaa osaa olen aikaisemmin julkaissut. Tää neljäs ja viimeinen osa niputtaa yhteen koko sonaatin sekä samalla paljastaa paljon mun koko elämästä, viime aikojen tunteista ja yleensäkkin kaikesta. Itseasiassa tein kolme erilaista versiota tästä viimeisestä osasta ja päädyin tähän jostain syystä. Ehkä teen joskus pikkusena muusikkona tähä sävelen :D:D
Mutta joo, tää on aika selvä kirjotus.. älkää ottako kaikkee iha kirjaimellisesti.. voisinpa samalla pitää vähä taukoo kirjottamisesta, ni vois saada jotai uutta näihi. Kertokaa mitä mieltä tästä, ni voisin kehittyy.. Mutta joo, tää on sille kirkkaimmalle tähdelle :)


Night is turning to morning
I start my own journey
Light, it's my red mark
4am, it's windy and dark
This melancholic forest is so vast
It gets me to remember my past
the most romantic memory with fashion
as we danced threw the guarded passion
in here, our own black-red rosemansion

it's getting colder
but I'm much bolder
nice feeling of mine
when you're on my shoulder
would you stand by me

Heart beats like a bang
as I hear this lovely song
it makes me cry
three times in a row
the way it goes:
"I don't have plans and schemes
And I don't have hopes and dreams
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you"

Muscular athletic
isn't different at all
Romantic poet
gives no spark at all
Roaring rockstar
has no brains at all
but he ain't one of those at all

I tried to fight a greatest battle
I supposed, it was the last time
Maybe just a big illusion of mine
the most warm dream of my life
Take an other try
with another guy
Let the love and luck be with you

Then I returned to the city
No one's there, it's a pity
I would like to tell everyone
How happy I am

Sunrise above the river
it's so beautiful view
drops faced with sparkling water
on the ground I found the leaf
it pepresents future to me

Heart of gold
perfect body
back of addiction
she's not fiction
beautiful mind
nice eyes, not blind
girl one of a kind
there's nothing better
you can find

There's still a long way home
the dark clouds above
tells me the happiest tale
about me and the sweetest pain
couple kilometres of fields
I survived river and hills
I see the last three of the wood
Just wanted you to know, I'll always love you
And now my biggest dream has come true

<3

Yana: Mä haluun sit kuulla, ku soitat Aknaa ja Kotkaa (At the forge & Gone to the wall -Twilightningin biisejä)
Nesti: Joo, jos sä opettelet vetää akustisel ne komppikitarat
Yana: Toi oli paha

Päivän piristys Hyvinkäältä:
"Sattumoisin eilen vappujuhlassa kysyttiin tytöiltä et minkälaisen miehen ne haluis näistä "lihaksikas urheilija" ,"romanttinen runoilija"vai "räväkkä rokkari" ja huomasin et kaikki sopi suhun"


At the age of six I found my strenght, now it's my worst weakness


Toinen piristys:
"Yks miu kaveri näytti galleriast yhe tyypin kuvan, ja sano:"arvaa mitä! tää on se yks tyyppi joka tulee AINA rulliksil vastaan AINAKI VIIS KERTAA jos kesäl on kulmilla!!! tää on tää joku iha HULLU RULLALUISTELIJA!""

Yeah, ja huomenna juhlitaanki sitten vappua.. eihä tässä ihmeempiä. Nesti kiittää ja kumartaa.. voisin myös yrittää huomen kirjottaa jotai kivempaa tänne :D

Törmäsin eilen illalla menneisyyteeni. Sen innoittamani kirjoitin tälläsen perus rakkaustarinan entisestä elämästäni..

People just want more and more
Someone sais: "He's a manwhore"
Evening is coming clueless
Picking the pieces of the shore
She just couldn't care less

Alternation of mind
Feeling is thin as a sand
Waisting his time, he's blind
But just one of a kind

He wants something, anything
He thinks: "The land of miracle will come"
Morning is coming closer
Burn the pieces on the fire
He just couldn't care less

Mind is empty
The feeling is gone..
He opens his eyes
and realizes all the lies

Both of them wants more and more
She is thinking: "Should I apologize?"
Feeling is coming back
Making a new kind of a pieces
Again on the same mess

But they are one of a kind..

There isn't street lights to guide your way
You're just alone in gates of darkness
Couple hundred years ago you did see
threw the white shadow of evil

New kind of heroin they join
With Melin and Kirk from the poem
Nowadays the poem has ended
The story of lifetime has collapsed

You walk, you walk..
together with illusion of last night
It will follow you threw the field
Hallusinations become stronger, everything's killed
and your mind is filled
with pain of sick yesterday

Like fooled shadow of yesterdays old thrill
I'll fade to the black corner
Using all the weapons
in war against loneliness

One after another
will come victims of shallowness
In this brutalized world
Nobody hasn't gained innocence

The values of mankind
seems to fade to the end
You are one of a kind
Don't make your own grave


One homeless guy once told me:
"Take what you deserve"
In one sentence he told me everything
what I didn't understand before

A month after that
he was stabbed to death
I wasn't able to thank him
and let him know
how much he did to me