Sunday, March 29, 2009

The end where I begin.


The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling,
way down in the valley tonight.
There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye,
and a blade shining oh so bright.
There's evil in the air and there's thunder in sky,
and A killer's on the bloodshot streets.
Oh and down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising,
Oh I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter,
He was starting to foam in the heat.

Oh baby you're the only thing in this whole world,
that's pure and good and right.
And wherever you are and wherever you go,
there's always gonna be some light.
But I gotta get out,
I gotta break it out now,
Before the final crack of dawn.
So we gotta make the most of our one night together.
When it's over you know,
We'll both be so alone.

Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone gone gone.
Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done and the sun goes down,
and the moonlights shining through,
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven,
I'll come crawling on back to you.

I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram,
on a silver black phantom bike.
When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry,
and we're all about to see the light.
Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole.
Everything is stunted and lost.
And nothing really rocks
And nothing really rolls
And nothing's ever worth the cost.
And I know that I'm damned if I never get out,
And maybe I'm damned if I do,
But with every other beat I've got left in my heart,
You know I'd rather be damned with you.
If I gotta be damned you know I wanns be damned,
dancing through the night with you.
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned.
Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned.
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned,
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night with you.

Oh baby you're the only thing in this whole world,
that's pure and good and right.
And wherever you are and wherever you go,
there's always gonna be some light.
But I gotta get out,
I gotta break it out now,
Before the final crack of dawn.
So we gotta make the most of our one night together.
When it's over you know,
We'll both be so alone.

Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone gone gone.
Like a bat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done and the sun goes down,
and the moonlights shining through,
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven,
I'll come crawling on back to you.

I can see myself tearing up the road,
Faster than any other boy has ever gone.
And my skin is raw but my soul is ripe.
No-one's gonna stop me now,
I gotta make my escape.
But I can't stop thinking of you,
and I never see the sudden curve until it's way too late.
I never see the sudden curve 'till it's way too late.

Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun.
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike.
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell.
And the last thing I see is my heart,
Still beating,
Breaking out of my body,
And flying away,
Like a bat out of hell.
Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun.
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike.
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell.
And the last thing I see is my heart.
Still beating, still beating,
Breaking out of my body and flying away,
Like a bat out of hell.
Like a bat out of hell.
Like a bat out of hell.
Oh like a bat out of hell!
Oh like a bat out of hell!
Like a bat out of hell!

Bat Out Of Hell-Meat Loaf


I'd like to think that I have precognitive dreams. Yes, too much Heroes.
And I'd like to think I learnt from my mistakes.
But when something like this comes along,it's now or never.


What exactly are dreams? For the longest time, I thought they were figments of our everyday lives, turned into our wildest fantasies.
Someone told me that the contents of our dreams come from what we think of IRL.That's saying quite a lot.
Personally, I think dreams are a signal.From God.That's His way of talking to us.And I'm hoping this message is a good one.

I'm feeling cold.And I need warmth.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Cruelty has a human heart.

Cruelty has a human heart
Every man does play his part
Terror of the men we kill
The human heart is hungry still

I stand my ground for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and over we go

Paschendale-Iron Maiden

Last 3 days were great.Hoping next week will be just as good.

And Cold Snap was FANTASTIC. Welcome back, Bryan Fuller!

Monday, March 16, 2009

Sleep

For once in my life, I slept when my head hit the pillow.
For once in my life, I woke up without any procrastination.At 3pm.
Marvel TD's fun,especially Thor.Woot.

How's this for breakfast,at 3.30pm.

For graet justis!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

3rd First Post.

And I finally succumbed to it.Yes, I started a blog, AGAIN.
And yes, I've created a Facebook account.
Now, I'm back to the mundane business of updating, and talking about me, in general.But I LIKE IT. So go away if you have anything against it.Please?

And Heroes this week was okay for me. Not exactly the big encounter between Papa Gray and Sylar, but it was okay. Could have been explored a bit more, methinks. And Doyle was just magnificent in that episode. This season's shaping up to be pretty good, in my opinion. Let's just hope NBC doesn't fire Bryan Fuller.

AND I WANT MY REAPER BACK.WHO GIVES A RAT'S ASS ABOUT THE MATRIX.