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Friday, May 18, 2007

Lacuna Coil - Heaven's A Lie

I think i pretty much shocked myself over what i said on msn last night...
I am still reeling, i suppose...

I have always believed in some form of hope that music would get me far in life
Like all these miracle stories you see in movies with all these struggling musicians
And more so because i will not even begin to question the committment, spirit,
Any form of sacrifice that me or my bandmates would give in an instant for our cause.
This, especially since we do not play for fame, money, pussy, fashion or whatever reasons kids play in 'bands' for.
We play to improve ourselves musically and personally because the first thing music encounters with is your soul, i like to believe...
But most of all, we do what we do as nothing short of worship to metal (yes i have found religion lol).

However, i said yesterday that we'll all have day jobs no matter how far we get, or how much we love doing this... it'll never be our sole priority.
I stared at what i said, and it already felt like it was someone else saying it; someone who didnt believe in success achieved except that through academics.
I don't want to believe in it, but i have to.

Guess everyone questions their own faith some point in time no matter how fervent we are.

Listening to Iced Earth and Lacuna Coil the whole fucking day does wonders in the most difficult times, really.


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Flight Of The Icarus
Iron Maiden

As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill,
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still.

His eyes are a blaze,
See the madman in his gaze.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.

Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
In the name of God my father I'll fly!

His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream,
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly, touch the sun.