Disguard

Yeaaaaah ! I don't know what to say. In fact, I'm happy. Yeah, it's totaly unbelievable, but it's the case ! Maybe because it's a gift period *_*.

So, I have a loooooooot of pics to put here, and in fact, I don't take the time to do that.

Anyway, I wish at all the people lost here a wonderful end of year ! May your wishes be granted by the high priest of Schtukulala (don't bother about that, it's my future religion).

Don't worry (ok ok, I know you don't worry at all, but please, just let me hope ;_; ), I'll never let you down without music !

For the frenchies :

www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKkxjj…

For the people of the world :

www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCbPV2…

And for the craziest :

www.youtube.com/watch?v=njR2Nu…

Enjoy and happy new year !

And that's what I'm going to do ! So, during this week, I'll be in Sevilla and Malta ! I'm going to take some pics, and I'll put that here at my return. I hope... my camera is really baaad XD.

So, if I don't die, I'll be back the 22th.

And just for that, I bring you some music !
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First, for the little excited :

www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8MJxl…

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After that, a little piece of "classic" :

www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBdOo5…

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And finaly, for the "rock"-lovers :

www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKkndc…

Lyrics :

1. I Want Out

From our lives' beginning on
We are pushed in little forms
No one asks us how we like to be
In school they teach you what to think
But everyone says different things
But they're all convinced that
They're the ones to see

[Bridge:]
So they keep talking and they never stop
And at a certain point you give it up
So the only thing that's left to think is this

[Chorus:]
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free

People tell me A and B
They tell me how I have to see
Things that I have seen already clear
So they push me then from side to side
They're pushing me from black to white
They're pushing 'til there's nothing more to hear

[Bridge:]
But don't push me to the maximum
Shut your mouth and take it home
'Cause I decide the way things gonna be

[Chorus:]
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free

There's a million ways to see the things in life
A million ways to be the fool
In the end of it, none of us is right
Sometimes we need to be alone

[Solo: Kai/Both]

No no no, leave me alone

[Chorus:]
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free

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Have a nice week, everyone !

Me, not at all. Even if I often say "damn, bad luck" or anything else like that. Only language reflex. Luck (and so, bad luck) is only a question of perception. In the end, it is the chain of actions that determines the result.

My PC is dead. Again. Why ? Maybe because I had to exchange it with my old bad PC...old bad PC on which I'm writing there. You see the interest of the exchange ? I do not.

That would be very funny...if that wasn't my principal way to draw. I'm going to try to arrange that problem quickly.

So, I was thinking about one thing. I could take pictures o/. Oh, I haven't any camera, except on my phone. Fine. I'll do it anyway.

Plus, soon, I should go to Sevilla and Malta ! Thanks to a friend of mine, I have the opportunity to see these two lands. So, I'll take a lot of pics and I'll put that here, for sure.

...if there is nothing to stop this trip, obviously.

And like always, a little song for the road !

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Rise Against - Savior

www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8X3AC…

BONUS : www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bT8SK… live in Werchter...I WAS THERE !...on the right...ok ok, we can't see me, but that are wonderful memories).

LYRICS :

It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten
what the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them
as the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping
through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten

there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place
and there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds
but seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you
like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear
so tell me now

if this ain't love then how do we get out?
because I don't know
that's when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save
that's when I told her I love you girl
but I'm not the answer to the questions that you still have

but the day pressed on like crushing weights
for no man does it ever wait
like memories of dying days
that deafen us like hurricanes
bathed in flames we held the brand
uncurled the fingers in your hand
pressed into the flesh like sand
now do you understand?
so tell me now

if this ain't love then how do we get out?
because I don't know
that' s when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save
that's when I told her I love you girl
but I'm not the answer to the questions that you still have

one thousand miles away
there's nothing left to say
but so much left that I don't know
we never had a choice
this world is too much noise
it takes me under
it takes me under once again

I don't hate you
I don't hate you
so tell me now
if this ain't love then how do we get out?
because I don't know

that's when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save
that's when I told her I love you girl
but I'm not the answer to the questions that you still have
I don't hate you
I don't hate you, no

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That song is probably the one I heard the most during these last months.

I'm lovin' it.

In the jungle, terrible jungle, the lion king... SUCKS, this dumbass is too Lazy. WHERE IS SIMBA ? I CAN'T BELIEVE HE KILLED MUFASA, THAT CANNOT BE POSSIBLE !

So, a new entry. Yeah, a new. Because this deviant is dying. Some problems forced me to calm down my drawing activities. But I'll be back...soon. I want to do so many things, but the time (and my stupid health) don't wanna be my friend. I think that drawing (or other artistic way) helps people to keep peace with themselves.

A sort of exorcism.

They say more than a conversation about people's mood. So, in this situation, I need a lot of that.

And an other way to influence the "psyche", it's the music !  

So, lemme present to those who don't know (those who know, just enjoy) an Incredible track of an Absolutely Wonderful album from a dammit shittin' singer :


www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByHqzB…

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Gate 21 - Serj Tankian

The love that you bring
You bring me along
The pain that you give
Gives me a home

Do you wanna stay by my side
Do you want me to turn and hide
We are disappearing inside
Seeing pictures of our goodbyes

When we, we believe
That our love will survive
The pain that you bring
It brings me all alone

Do you love me,
Do you hate me,
Do you wanna believe me,
Do you think that you don't need me
[ Find more Lyrics on mp3lyrics.org/yzUk ]
Do you wanna deceive me

I can't think that it's all over, don't want to forget
I can't live this disappointment down, I want to repress your
Goodbye...
Goodbye...

The design, we broke the mold
The dreams when you see, that goodbyes aren't for long

Please follow me
To the borders of destiny
I don't want to break from your side
The falling ground screams... goodbye

Please follow me
To the borders of destiny
I don't want to break from your side
The falling ground screams... goodbye

Goodbye...
Goodbye...
The design, we broke the mold
The dreams when you see, that goodbyes aren't for long

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Ok ok, I admit, this entry is intended to place this music .

Yeah, one day, I'll be anything but a lazy word. Until then, I write the lines (you want me to...naaa) of this entry with a purpose : say that I haven't any purpose...in drawing, for now.

I draw every day little comics strips featuring my friends, or simply our ideas. It is really horrible, crapy and soooo many bad things (if I had to think about the "why", I would find probably an excuse, like "I make that in one hour per day", but I haven't the will to do that ~.~), but honestly, I do that only for the fun. It is really more pleasant to draw people we like in stupid and/or real situations (even it is really bad-drawed) rather than a big drawing.

Maybe I'll put these strips here, but it is probably totaly incomprehensible for other people (that's why Facebook is my first host...not good at all for graphic resolution, but no other choice :/).

Soon, I'll make a break to do a "classic" drawing here, but for now, I'm in my trip, and I keep it up.

Yaaaa.

Oh, music, please.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGSA5A…

Ami, prends ma lanterne car j'ai perdu ma flamme
Mon amour est parti
Elle a jeté mon âme à bouffer au néant, me laissant le coeur vide
Elle a fait des fertiles, des averses,
L'aride
Et l'horreur du monde n'est rien comparaison
A ceux que l'amour fait, à ceux qui dans l'union
Pensent oublier qu'on est triste ici-bas
Et qu'ici solitude
Est le dernier repas

Elle avait les yeux noirs desquels on voit du bleu
Qu'on prend pour l'océan, dans lesquels on voit Dieu
Qui font toucher du bout des doigts les horizons
Mais toujours à la fin
On est seul au milieu des vagues de sanglots et du sel dans la gorge
Et du sel sur la plaie de ce coeur tatoué
A son nom que l'on crie au fond des verres de vin
A se dire que la vie
Oui, n'était qu'une putain

Ami, regarde-moi, j'ai le coeur qui renverse
La mémoire de ses yeux qui me colle à la peau
Et dans les bars du port, je cherche magie noire
Pour délivrer mon corps du sort qu'on m'a jeté
Et le sourire des filles, non, ne me fait plus rien
Et je commence à croire que les hommes
Qui ont pris d'autres hommes pour amour
Ont réglé la question, après tout, dis-moi
Qu'est-ce qu'elles ont de plus que nous ?
Si ce n'est cette force qui fait qu'elles vous oublient
Cette horreur au fond d'elles, ouais
Ce monstre qui crie quand elles vous font l'amour
Tu sais qu'elle n'oublient pas
Qu'il n y a qu'à la nature qu'elles ne tiennent parole

A tous ceux dans leur bras qui sont faits prisonniers
J'ai l'âme solidaire et puis ma sympathie à ces fous qui comme moi
Finiront pas la nuit
Je vous le dis, putains
Putains, vous m'aurez plus !

Que je meure à l'instant si l'envie me reprend
De remettre ma tête dans la gueule du serpent
De me laisser encore crucifier le coeur
Pour un joli sourire au parfum de leur fleur
Marguerite ou tulipe et de rose à lilas
Tu sais, l'ami, pour moi elles ont toutes ici-bas
Quand elles vous montrent le ciel, qu'elles vous disent qu'elles vous aiment
Elles ont toutes pour moi
L'odeur des chrysanthèmes
Adieu, les gentilles
Adieu, les j'en pleure
Adieu, les maudites qui ont pris ma lueur
Qui ont jeté dans le noir mes yeux et puis les tiens contre le chant du cygne !
Et les beautés ? Qu'elles crèvent ! Toutes !
J'en peux plus de ces jeux qui nous tuent
J'en ai marre de ce coeur, mon Dieu, qui ne bat plus
Et qui toujours s'incline au pied de fausses blondes
Qui nous mènent à la cime
Qui nous traînent à la tombe

>>> For people who understand, I wish a good listening XD...so "poetic" *oo*.