i wish

i wish i was irish.maybe that could justify my behaviour and my way of life.

Amanda Palmer - "I Want You, But I Don't Need You"

"I like you, and I'd like you to like me to like you
But I don't need you, don't need you to need me to like you
Because if you didn't like me, I would still like you, you see
la lala... la lala...

I lick you, and I'd like you to like me to lick you
But I don't need you, don't need you to like me to lick you
If your pleasure turned into pain, I would still lick for my personal gain
la lala... la lala...

I fuck you, and I'd like you to like me to fuck you
But I don't fucking need you, don't need you to need me to fuck you
If you need me to need you to fuck, that fucks everything up
la lala... la lala...

I want you, and I want you to want me to want you
But I don't need you, don't need you to need me to need you

That's just me, so take me or leave me
But please don't need me, don't need me to need you to need me
Because we're here a minute, the next we're dead
So love me or leave me but try not to need me
Enough said.

I want you, but I don't need you...

I love you, and I love how you love how I love you
But I don't need you, don't need you to need me to love you
If your love changed into hate, would my love had been a mistake?
I don't know. I don't know.

So I'm gunna leave you, I'd like you to leave me to leave you
But love, believe me; it isn't because I don't need you
(You know I don't need you)
All I wanted was to be wanted
But you're drowning me deep in your need to be needed
la lala... la lala

I want you, and I want you to want me to want you
But I don't need you, don't need you to need me to lead you

That's just me, so take me or leave me
But please don't need me, don't need me to need you to need me
Because we're here a minute, the next we're dead
So love me or leave me but try not to need me
Enough said.

I want you, but I don't need you... "

poem in ceata

Ce trista–i camaruta mea
Intr-o dezordine organizata
Sunt singur si ma pierd in ea
Candva era aglomerata.
E frig si de la priza usor
Imi canta aeroterma
E doar un aer calator
Ce-mi incalzeste epiderma.
De dorul tau sunt beat si trag tutun
Tot scriu aiurea parca as fi nebun.
Am sughit vreo 2 ore neincetat
Si-am plans ca un copil,
Repet intruna : sunt terminat
Si ca sa ma repet, debil !
Am un orgoliu mult prea mare
Ma mint ca sunt rebel
A fost o simpla intamplare
Ca ti-am gasit sub patura, un cercel.

nu mai bea, nu mai beau, nu mai bea

Coco zice (nu cel din sibiu) nu mai scrie despre tine
Nu-ti face copile bine
Dar mie nu mi-e rusine
Ce sa fac daca asa imi vine
Sa-mi vars nervii digital?
Numa asa ma simt normal.
Hai ca nu-s chiar, foarte banal
Exagerez peste masura,
Dar viata ma tot scutura.
Sunt intr-una somnambul
De l-atata whiski bull.
As pleca in Instanbul!
As pleca oriunde fra,
As pleca-n america!
Sa ma duc la mama dracu
Sa ma duc la fund in lacu,
Sa scap de tot ce-mi fute capu,ca-mi vine sa urlu ca disperatu.ca-s satul de minciuna si falsa viata,
In pula parca dansez rocknroll pe gheata.ma zapacesc si nu mai stiu ce sa fac,ce sa strig,cum sa fiu?
Fugi copile ,fugi! Pleaca departe! Nu mai bea, nu mai beau, nu mai bea!
Te-ai pierdut in noapte..

inutil

de ce sa te obosesti mereu si mereu cu comportamentul unora? aceeasi poveste de fiecare data si tot tu te trezesti ca te simti ca un cacat oricate scuze ar fi bagate in discutie. uneori ma gandesc ca noi patim in viata ce patesc aia in blair witch..in orice directie ai lua-o ,intr-un final ajungi in acelasi loc din care ai plecat. a fuckin circle. inutil.

in gol

Cand eram mic stateam ore intregi si ma uitam in gol.la perete , la geam, la nimic..nu stiu ,ma uitam fix.ore intregi ..ma uitam la nimic.Si ma gandeam ..la ce? orice poate visa un copil .dracu stie.14 ani mai tarziu ,fac la fel..ma uit ore intregi, la nimic. Si ma gandesc..la ce? orice poate visa un copil 14 ani mai tarziu. Poate ma gandesc ca de 14 ani stau si ma tot gandesc. Si trec anii asa .foarte repede.numai eu raman in pozitia asta si ma gandesc. Daca as stii si la ce,poate m-ar ajuta un pic toata treaba asta . Treaba...?! Asta ..starea. .sau ma rog.. ce-o fi.

fata

Tanara fata musca din viata
Cum viata musca din ea
E atat de pornita
Dar nu e pacalita
Chiar daca situatia-i grea
Si vrea doar o clipa
Sa fie iubita si ea
Acum tot zambeste
Si se gandeste
De ce tre sa fie asa
Cand lumea o judeca
Nu e o piedica
E doar o joaca pentru ea
Dar noaptea cand vine
Nu este chiar bine
Isi spune soptindu-si in pat
Oare cum sa fac
De frica sa ma dezbrac?
Sa pot sa nu mai simt
Sa pot sa nu mai mint?
Tanara fata musca din viata
Cum viata musca din ea
E atat de pornita
Dar nu e... fericita
Asa..este..ea..