(carolena) lady of sorrows (
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poly_chromatic2013-05-24 06:29 pm
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056 x 650 // video/action // Sing and Shout
[ The unfortunate thing is that Carla does not sing well. She does not like to sing, and it truly is better that way. She has no real range, tones either deep or strangled when attempting to rise to a different register from her usual tone. She's not particularly good at keeping time either... ]
[ She's going to be very irritated about this tomorrow... ]
WANT -- VIDEO
VERSEAU -- CAFE
STREETLIGHTS -- EVENING, DECK of the GOOD SHIP IRIS
ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG -- THE FOUNTAIN
LITTLE STAR -- HEADING UNDERGROUND
INERTIA CREEPS -- UNDERGROUND
[ She's going to be very irritated about this tomorrow... ]

I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire.
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win.
I want the name of the ruiner.
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn.
I want you to know that being kind is overrated.
I want to write my secret across your sky.
I want to watch you lose control.
I want to watch you lose.

Verseau, Verseau, tu brises mon coeur
Verseau, Verseau, je sais qu’on a peur
On n’est pas ce qu’on clamait chez les anges
Et je ne sais plus si

Bored girls and sad boys
Dull roads to anywhere.
Bad sex and ethanol
High scores on solitaire.
I'm numb and getting off.
Getting real numb with you.
Big plans that never come.
Holding out for something new.

So come on Virginia!
Show me a sign--
Send up a signal; I'll throw you a line.
The stained glass curtain you're hidin' behind--
Never lets in the sun...
Darlin' only the good die young!

You swear this time is not like the last because this time you've
Dealt with the past and now this time at least you can say you tried
And now this time is not like the last because this time you're
Through with the past and not this time, the devil is left behind.

Recollect me darling raise me to your lips
Two undernourished egos four rotating hips
Hold on to me tightly I'm a sliding scale
Can't endure then you can inhale
Clearly
Out of body experience interferes
And dreams of flying I fit nearly
Surrounds me though I get lonely
Slowly