IRC-Galleria

I stand alone
Burned every bridge over the troubled water
No longer hiding from my personality disorder
A stronger tide is coming, I've been running
trying to function fine with out my mind
climbing out this fucking corner

I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals
A forgotten rebel
craft in the absence of heaven's heavy hands to develop an evident level of benevolence
so it's probably better I sold my soul to the devil
This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me
Don't pretend to understand none of the issues that I'm holding
I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts
Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear
that I might go nuts this year
If I don't slow up I'll see you on my way
One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK
I've lost all faith in a world so full of hate
and I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape
I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face
and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race
Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take
I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake

Introducing the corroded bumps I hide behind my smile
I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now
And keeps me down,
stealing all my energy
I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity
Not dealing with my tendencies,
I peel the skin and then I squeeze
The real imprinted Hanse's disease
Not human in this century, I'm ill until the entity
Who built this penitentiary, It's filthy as a centipede
And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to
just let me breathe, While I wore a game face
In 10 years don't check for me I'll be in the same place
This planet's just an over-populated mental hospital
Each zombie walk around constitutes another obstacle

So here it is I'm finally coming out my shell
All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself
I'm insecure by every facet of my existence
From my addictions, to the conditions I choose to live in
Who you kidding?
I suffer from excess anxiety
A product of pollution in American society
Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind
and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind
but I've been trying disregarding my insanity
Every form of hurt isolates me from humanity
But it's provoked against being force fed
so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years
of headaches from my peers
Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own
They taught me how to know everything except my soul
Which is everything I need to grow
Everything that keeps me whole
Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea

So I leave with golden hopes
to rip the leash that holds my focus
but the fact remains the same, I'm still bound by chains
It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft
The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains
Some people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me
Good, I never liked you our friendship was make believe

I'm peeling the mask back and
revealing the rap that's been
Feeling my organs drilling short distorted portions
of morbid acid keeps the torture unfortunately crafted
interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder
The minutes get shorter, the walls start to close in
Feels like the brain is hanging on but with clothes pins
I've hidden in the darkness for too long
I make it look all right but on the inside it's all wrong
I want life to change but I don't know if it can
for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am

I stand alone burned every bridge over the troubled water
No longer hiding from my personality disorder
You want to dive in my life?
then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner
Cause even shadows have shadows
and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding
I scream my dreams away but they keep on defeating me
Even Shadows have Shadows

Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor
Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter
Even Shadows have Shadows
How am I to break free from my fears
When I don't like what I see and I can't feel what I hear
Even Shadows have Shadows
So don't judge a book by it's cover
Cause my story's just as fucked up as any other







parasta settiä vois samaistuu niiq 10000000000000000000000000%

and i'm gone..

I step up the pace, walk past the gates, rain runs over my face
Spirit falls from grace
I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place in the chase
Sat down, got a fat frown
Weaping and drowning my senses
For this love game's expensive
I walk in a trance
Got a wounded soldier stance

It's a Motherfucker
Getting through a Sunday
Talking to the walls just me again

It's a Motherfucker
Getting through a Sunday
Talking to the walls just me again

It's a Motherfucker
Getting through a Sunday
Talking to the walls just me again

It's a Motherfucker
Getting through a Sunday
Talking to the walls just me again

It's a Motherfucker
Getting through a Sunday
Talking to the walls just me again

A - Aleksi Virta
B - Bonobo
C - Cinematic Orchestra
D - Devin the Dude
E - Elliott Smith
F - Fela Kuti
G - Gil Scott-Heron
H - Heltah Skeltah
I - Isaac Hayes
J - John Coltrane
K - King Crimson
L - Led Zeppelin
M - Massive Attack
N - Neil Young
O - Otis Redding
P - Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth
Q - Qq
R - RJD2
S - Sole
T - Temptations
U - Ugly Duckling
V - Velvet Underground
W - Why?
X - X-Raided
Y - Yonderboi
Z - Zion I

God I pray you can give me a purpose or help me find it
'Cause on this narrow path of self-damnation, I can't find it
Is it somethin I need to know, some way I need to grow
to get out of this rut, God give me some self-trust
Love is somethin I'm lookin for but I've found it, or have I?
I wanna live but can I, or do I have to die to?
I try to, have life but my life seems kinda worthless
as I'm starin at this puddle

äiti sano et oon toivoton tapaus :(

"I'm the type
to snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ"

"Fillin' niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose
I got drug spots from New York to Canada
Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor"

"This ain't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys"

"I'm not the type to take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out
Me being a virgin, that's idiotic
Cause if Big L got the AIDS, every cutie in the city got it"

"In the shower's the only time you get your dick wet"

"Step to this and get shanked up
I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt"

"I'm undefeated that's the stone truth
Cause battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth"

"I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the o-r"

"I tell it how it is cause im a goldfigga
and I hate a money hungry girl a.k.a. golddigger
it aint even funny
some girls dont even know me askin me can they get some money
I'm lookin nuthin like ya poppa
I wouldnt give a chick 10 cent to put cheese on a Whopper
they wanna know why im so fly
a girl ask me for a ring and i put one around her whole eye"

"I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butt-head"

"Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' Free L!"

"And that really gets on my nerve
When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve
Goin platinum and don't have no soul
Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold
I don't like the way it's goin down
Because it should be the other way around"


R.I.P. Big L (30.05.1974 - 15.2.1999)

I don't recall, ever graduatin at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some, livin life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm supposed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gonna do some more
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
I know you know but I'm gonna say this to you
I...Get high but I don't get too high
So what's the limit supposed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without
And what up with all these questions?
You act as though you know somethin I don't. Do you have any suggestions?
Cause every job I get is cruel and demeaning
Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleaning
But I'm also sick and tired of struggling
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin this route
Without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time tryin to get high
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git something
Cause you and I got to do for you and I...

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short of dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short of dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

NIMEÄ KAUPUNKI, JOKA ON
1. mieluisin: joq barcelona tai amsterdam tai sit emmä tiiä kaikist löytyy jotai hienoo yleensä
2. ikävin: paskavantaa :D
3. nimeltään hassuin: helvetti
4. seuraava matkakohteesi: helvetti tai sit amsterdam

NIMEÄ HENKILÖ
1. jota viimeksi pidit kädestä: öhhhhh mirva
2. jolle viimeksi kerroit, että hän on tärkeä: itelleni :D
3. jonka haluaisit nähdä: no jonq pinkkibikinihinkkichiksin
4. jonka kanssa puhut pisimmät puhelut: jaaa ehk zuha

PALJASTA KOLME ASIAA...
...MITKÄ OLET JÄTTÄNYT TÄNÄÄN TEKEMÄTTÄ, VAIKKA NE OLISI PITÄNYT TEHDÄ:
1. liikunta
2. siivous
3. oluen juonti
...JOITA ET OLE TEHNYT PITKÄÄN AIKAAN:
1. duunia
2. mitää järkevää
3. skarpannu
...JOITA TEET JOKA PÄIVÄ:
1. nukun
2. kuuntelen musaa
3. ruoskin +50v miehiä kellarissa

KUMPI NÄISTÄ
1. Viivi/Wagner?: Wagner
2. limsa/vesi?: vesi
3. kahvi/tee?: molemmat
4. laskettelu/snoukkaus?: en tiiä
5. viehekalastus/pilkkiminen?: kanada
6. suomi/ruotsi?: suomi
7. ruotsi/englanti?: englanti
8. leffateatteri/leffa kotona?: teatteri
9. urheilu/löhöys?: no löhöys yleensä mut ei sitä jaksa aina ni välil urheiluki
10. irc-galleria/ii2?: gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaltsuuuuuuuu
11. juhla/arki?: hc party
12. lumisade/vesisade?: vesi
13. ravintolaruoka/kotiruoka?: riippuu tilanteist
14. talouspaperi/vessapaperi?: öööööö tere
15. mitä vastasit/hiekkapaperi?: pekka pouta
16. kiinalainen-/intialainen ruoka?: molemmat, ei pysty valitsee
17. Heseen/Mäkkäriin?: carrols
18. rok/pop?: rokkk
19. pimiä/valosa?: dydydyyy creatures of the night... oon kojootti ;< ei mut vastaan silti valosa
20. tytöt/pojat?: no tytöt kai

MINÄ
1. olen: koomakävelijä
2. tahdon: perjantain juhlat
3. nukun: liikaa
4. valvon: liikaa
5. kuuntelen: Elliott Smith - Somebody That I Used to Know
6. pelkään: mörköjä sängyn alla ja saatanaa pään sisällä
7. saan: en metaa tai ehk turpaan iteltäni
8. toivon: et huomenna ois hyvät kuosit
9. en tahdo: eipä täl hetkel mitää mieles
10. rakastan: kaikkea cause i'm an useless hippie