Champagne Supernova

2006-03-13T18:58:00.000-08:00

I don't mean to be a diva, but some days you wake up and you're Barbara Streisand.
It's a radical time for musicians, a really revolutionary time, and I believe revolutions are a lot more fun than cash, which by the way we don't have at major labels anyway, so we might as well get with it and get in the game.
I don't need plastic in my body to validate me as a woman.
I'm not a woman, I'm a force of nature.
Cocaine is like really evil coffee.
It's the new LSD - Lead Singer's Drug. I know three lead singers doing Vicodin right now.
I'm not going to hurt anybody other than that dick who keeps writing songs about me.
He was so gorgeous... Kurt. I don't know how I got lucky that way.
Drugs have nothing to do with the creation of music. in fact, they are dumb and self indulgent. Kind of like sucking your thumb.
Rock is all about writing your own script; it's all about pioneering.
It's not my job to articulate female rage... I think it's more my job to craft songs really well because I don't see a lot of rock women doing it.
It's weird not to have sold hundreds of records, but have people's grandmas know who you are.
People seem to have this really big fantasy that me and my husband should just OD and die. I'm sorry, but it's just not gonna happen.
If somebody were to hurt or deride or in any way fuck with my child, I would not hesitate to kill them.
I saw this little riot grrl in Spin who was holding a little magazine called Princess. She's 15, but everything in her little riot grrl world - like Hello Kitty products - is telling her to act like she's seven. That's not feminism, it's cultural anorexia.
If I write a song about being a teenage prostitute, that doesn't mean that I was a teenage prostitute, any more than it means Kurt raped Polly.
I do wish I ruled the world - I think it'd be a better place.
I think Kurt has a better singing voice than I do, but I know I'm a better lyricist.
Feminism is a dirty word over here because your feminists are so ugly. Every picture I saw of those women at the nuclear plants, they were not pretty. So I didn't want to be associated with feminism because I thought it would make me ugly.
It's funny, all the lawyers and the doctors are taking up all the Rock Star money.
When I was a kid growing up, the whole idea was to have a band, more like the Knack, where you couldn't tell one from the other. I just wanted to play rhythm guitar and find a singer.
I had to work at a topless bar in Guam. I went to Guam to pout because I didn't get the part of Nancy Spungen in Alex Cox's film, Sid & Nancy.
Since my persona is so demonised and so huge and so not what I'm about, I can practically do anything I want behind that persona, artistically. That's kind of a gift and a positive thing.
I want to create a record that's really good to fuck to. What does it sound like when the sperm meets the egg? What is the sound of a death rattle? I want the sound of the agony of heroin withdrawal.
I have written for ever. Written poetry in every coffee diner in America. In 1987 my diaries changed and they got cool. Before then they were really humiliating and embarrassing, but I can't bring myself to burn them. Courtney Love

Gentlemen!!!

2006-03-13T18:39:00.000-08:00

Gentlemen!
Welcome to Fight Club.
The first rule of fight club is -- you don't talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is -- you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. The thrid rule fo Fight Club -- someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule -- only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule - one fight at a time fellows. Sixth rule -- no shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule -- fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule -- if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.

Antics....

2006-03-13T18:29:00.000-08:00

Two years ago, New York's Interpol released a landmark debut album that shook up the indie world and strongly influenced many of the genre's major players. Drawing on the musical flourishes of that album, the band have crafted a follow-up every bit as dynamic and no less brilliant. Returning to the dark and moody landscape inhabited by Turn On The Bright Lights, Antics is just as atmospheric as its predecessor, but is a much different album. Interpol has allowed themselves a little more breathing room this go around, and the songs sound cleaner and less dense. The melodies remain as sharp as ever - if not sharper - while the music feels somewhat stripped down, even taking on an immediate, almost-live, feel.
From the start, it's apparent the band has gone back to the drawing board. "Next Exit" is a sparse but exuberant opener, with Daniel Kessler's smoky vocals carving out a tale of transitory love, building in intensity over a background organ and fleeting tambourine. From the first beat, the band illustrates their considerable talent and successfully comes into their own, both as producers and musicians. Everything happens precisely when they mean it to, yet the arrangement feels remarkably hands-off. Noticeably, a smile is heard creeping in over the gloomy lyrics, signaling the end of the ever-present Joy Division comparisons that have plagued this group for some time.

"Evil" and "Narc" follow suit, with the trademark furious rhythm/vocals interplay, the former particularly standing out as a provocative slice of edgy modernism. The formula hasn't been redrawn too seriously here, but the melodies are distinctly front and center, whereas they had a tendency to blend in with the musical landscape in past efforts. Consistency is key, however, and the songs are individually unique; each has its own touches that set it apart from the others, be it in major ways or minor.

Dont Look Back in Anger

2006-03-13T18:20:00.000-08:00

How many special people change

How many lives are living strange

Where were you when we were getting high?

Slowly walking down the hall

Faster than a cannon ball

Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find meCaught beneath the landslide

In a champagne supernova in the sky

Some day you will find me

Caught beneath the landslideIn a champagne supernova

A champagne supernova in the sky Wake up the dawn and ask her why

A dreamer dreams she never dies

Wipe that tear away now from your eye

Slowly walking down the hallFaster than a cannon ball

Where were you when we were getting high?

Some day you will find me

Caught beneath the landslideIn a champagne supernova in the sky

Some day you will find me

Caught beneath the landslideIn a champagne supernova

A champagne supernova in the sky

Cos people believe that they're

Gonna get away for the summerBut you and I, we live and die

The world's still spinning roundWe don't know whyWhy, why, why, why

How many special people change

How many lives are living strange

Where were you when we were getting high?

Slowly walking down the hall

Faster than a cannon ball

Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me

Caught beneath the landslide

In a champagne supernova in the sky

Some day you will find me

Caught beneath the landslide

In a champagne supernova

A champagne supernova in the sky

Cos people believe that they're

Gonna get away for the summer

But you and I, we live and die

The world's still spinning round

We don't know whyWhy, why, why, why

How many special people change

How many lives are living strange

Where were you when we were getting high?

We were getting highWe were getting high

We were getting high

2006-03-09T19:21:00.000-08:00

You are not your job ? you are not how much money you have in the bank ? not the car you drive ? not the contents of your wallet. You are not your kahkis. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

2006-03-02T19:03:00.000-08:00

"Public Pervert"

If time is a vessel, then learning to love
Might be my way back to sea
The flying, the medal, the turning above
These are just ways to be seen
We all get paid
Yeah some get faith before they die
But the stars we will navigate
Through the holes in your eyes

How many days will it take to end
How many ways to reach your hand, oh
You and I

Oh, so swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
You move with me, I'll treat you right, baby
May our bodies remain

There is love to be made
So just stay here for this while
Perhaps heart strings resuscitate
The fading sounds of your life

How many days will it take to land
How many ways to reach your hand, ahh
Oh, you and I

So swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
As weak we move, I'll feed you light, baby
May our bodies remain
Oh yeah in history, I'll treat you right, baby
I'm honest that way, hey
Swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain

let's chat!!!

2006-02-20T01:58:00.000-08:00

Liam......

2006-02-20T01:46:00.000-08:00

hmmmm.....

2006-01-23T19:08:00.000-08:00

Goths don't identify with evil, we mourn the evil in society. The fascination with death is basically a reminder to us of our own mortality. For these reasons, we wear black.

2006-01-23T19:01:00.000-08:00

An artist is always alone.....if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous, unpremeditated act without benefit of experience

And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?

Life..oh life....

2006-01-23T18:50:00.000-08:00

“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”

Ann!!!!

2006-01-23T18:38:00.000-08:00

oh!!well...she's my favorite contestant in America's next model season 3. She's gorgeous ang tough!!!well ano pa ba ang masasabi ko tungkol sa girl na to?she's an athlete...she's also a rock star..Although she did'nt won in this competition,it's ok kasi supermodel pa rin naman ang dating nya compared to others!!

2005-11-13T23:52:00.000-08:00

Oh!! I can't wait to leave PLM!! I hate the University, I hate the faculty and I hate some of my grade-concious classmates!! Bitter?! nah!!quite, I should admit that..well from the start, I felt that I will never like/love that damned Universtiy of mine..............! Although they dismissed me.. I will never forget my experiences there, specially my friends!!huhuhuhu!!!don't worry I'll promise to you guys that I'm going to hire a serial killer to kill those stupid professors!!!

My!Oh My!!!!..........

2005-11-13T23:40:00.000-08:00

Wow..nakatapos na nmnan ako ng panibagong novel!!!great great great!!!!!!I love tha whole plot. Very Scientific yet chilling and realistic!!!! Napaka misteryoso talaga ng buoong istorya. I love how he justified the role of Bailey as a model and desperate to have a baby. Unlike a good Michael Crichton thriller, which asks the reader to think about the morality of the issue presented, Embryo simply puts it out there. And a gaping hole at the end may leave readers irritated. While there are some interesting moments in the book, don't expect anything original or compelling here. Stunning!! That's all I can say!!! Like Fight club, this novel is one hell of a.........

oh my................

2005-11-12T03:21:00.000-08:00

I hate this day of my life!!!!!!!!! Well I hate PLM!!!!!!!Ang paaralang walang kaluluwa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fading?!

2005-11-10T22:40:00.000-08:00

2005-11-10T22:31:00.000-08:00

Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.

Reptilia?!!!

2005-11-07T16:32:00.000-08:00

RePtiLiA

He seemed impressed by the way you came in.

"Tell us a story I know you're not boring"

I was afraid that you would not insist."You sound so sleepyjust take this, now leave me"

I said please don't slow me down

If I'm going too fast You're in a strange part of our town...

Yeah, the night's not over

You're not trying hard enough,

Our lives are changing lanes

You ran me off the road,

The wait is overI'm now taking over,

You're no longer laughingI'm not drowning fast enough.

Now every time that I look at myself"

I thought I told youthis world is not for you

"The room is on fire as she's fixing her hair"you sound so angryjust calm down, you found me

"I said please don't slow me downIf

I'm going too fastYou're in a strange part of our town...

Yeah, the night's not over

You're not trying hard enough,

Our lives are changing lanesYou ran me off the road,

The wait is overI'm now taking over,

You're no longer laughing

I'm not drowning fast enough

As I've said........

2005-11-06T02:55:00.000-08:00

Develop interest in life as you see it in people, things, literature, music the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.

My kind of Music!

2005-11-06T02:38:00.000-08:00

Sweet sorrow bittersweet happiness enviromental despair black lightened benighted awakening and Fucking great! ... simple as that....
I also like the type of cadaverous dullnesssinister loveobscure resplend. In Short....INTERPOL hehehehehehe!!!

NYC(New York Cares)

2005-11-04T21:39:00.000-08:00

NYC

Interpol

I had seven faces.
Thought I new which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
The pavements they are a messI know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressedBut

Chorus
New York cares(Got to be some more change in my life)
The subway she is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressedIt is up to me now, turn on the bright lights

bwisit!!!!

2005-10-26T03:18:00.000-07:00

Letseng case study yan!!!pikon na pikon na ako!!!!talaga,promise pag natapos ko talaga to lagot silang lahat sa akin!!!!!!heheheheh

Lagot sa akin yang mga prof na yan, d pa mamatay yang mga yan!!!!!!!may araw din sa akin yang mga walang kwentang prof na yan!!!

Naaksaya na ang pera ko!Di kaya sila ang maghanap ng sangkatutak na case study na yan!!!!

Wilde!!!!!!!

2005-10-25T23:55:00.000-07:00

The Picture of Dorian Grey This story is about wanting to stay young and not knowing the consequences of such a desire. Everything starts out in Basil Hallward's studio. Basil is a painter that is obsessed with Dorian Grey, a young beautiful gentleman that catches everyone's eye. On this particular day, Basil is accompanied by Lord Henry, one of his close friends. Dorian posses for a portrait and then retires to the garden with Lord Henry. They talk about youth and its great importance, about how it shouldn't be taken for granted, etc. When the picture is finished, Dorian makes a simple wish. He asks for his picture to grow old instead of him. Dorian keeps the picture and is fond of his new friend, Lord Henry. They go everywhere together and Henry teaches Dorian new things about life that he never knew existed. Dorian falls in love with an actress from the lower sides of London. But after she messes up in one of her plays, he despises her and decides never to see her again. He goes home and realizes that his picture has changed, it had grown old. The next day he is told that the actress he used to admire had committed suicide. Dorian fells no sorrow and Lord Henry tells him to take it as if it were just part of a play, a tragic scene that had come to a dramatic end. He realizes that his stupid wish had come true, so he decides to hide the painting so no one else can see it. As the years go by, people start to hate the once beloved Dorian Grey. Rumors are spread that he is a bad influence and that evil follows him wherever he goes. Many people don't believe that nonsense, and are still blown away by his ravaging good looks. They can't believe that such a handsome man can do such terrible things. Then one night, Basil visits him. They have a chat about the reputation that Dorian is getting on the streets. Basil tells him that such affairs, as he had been known to be a part off, were bad for the soul. Dorian tells him he no longer has a soul, and decides to show him the picture he once had painted of him. The picture had become horrid, old, and had lost all the beauty it once possessed. Basil is amazed and can't believe his own eyes. Dorian becomes mad at him, he blames him for all that has happened in his life, for he was the one that started the whole thing. Dorian takes a knife and stabs his good friend to death. The next day he gets rid of the body and of all the evidence that can link him to the murder. Dorian continues his life as if nothing had ever happened. A couple of days later, he is confronted by James Vayne, the actress's brother, the one he had sent to her death 18 years before. He wants to kill him for what he had done, but his good looks and his young face save his life. Now everywhere he goes he is afraid of being killed, until one day he goes hunting with a friend, and they shoot Vayne by mistake. Dorian feels without troubles and decides to make good instead of evil. He goes home and stabs the painting that had caused him all this pain. A chilling cry is heard, and his servants enter the room. They find the picture hanging on the wall, as beautiful as it ever was, and their master lying dead on the floor. He had changed into an old horrid figure and was stabbed to death. This book was an excellent choice because it had a very interesting way of looking at life. At the beginning I thought it would be the usual story, but then as the plot unwraps, one can't leave the book for a second. You always want to know what will happen to Dorian Grey. Grey is an amazing character, at the start he was just blooming like a flower, but under the influence of Lord Henry, he matures and becomes a creature of evil. He realizes his mistakes and wants to change them, but it is too late. This story shows us that you can't have everything forever, one has to live life as one is. Dorian tried to stay young forever and it brought him nothing but pain. We can't make such mistakes because we only live once, we have to take Dorian's example and make our lives better, and worth living

haaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!

2005-10-25T23:26:00.000-07:00

Ang hirap maging estudyante lalo n kapag may mga sadista kang prof!!!!! Hindi nila maunawaan na ang hirap nga pinagagawa nila sa amin
Sabayan pa ng mga nag iinarte mong kaklase.Ang kakapal pa ng mukha na magreklamo sa kanilang mga grades.Akala mo naman kung sinong matatalino, sa totoo lang wala naman sila mga karapatan na magreklamo.kasi ubod naman sila ng bobobo!!!!Mga ewan! hindi mo alam kung saan sila kumukuha ng lakas ng loob para magcomplain tungkol sa mga grades nila!!!!!Mga walang takot.Di naman nila deserve na magkaroon ng mataas na grades.Well, buti na lang yung iba kong mga kaibigan(alam na nila kung sini sila hehehe) walang angal.kuntento sila sa mga grades nila. Di sila nag-eexpect ng talagang mataas na grades. Siguro kung nakuha ko lang yung talang gusto kong course, e di sana hindi ako nagkakaganito.Ang sarap ipapatay ng mga prof ko!!!lalo na ung sa Neuropsychology!!!!galit ata sa maganda yun eh!!hehehehe!!!!!ang hirap pakiusapan, ang kitid ng utak!!walang pakundangang magpahirap sa mga estudyante nya...kaya ang iniisip ko na lang e matanda na sya at malapit ng mamatay!!
masyado ba akong harsh? di naman siguro, nagsasabi lang ako nang totoo. S a totoo lang 2 prof lang naman ang talagang minahal at minamahal ko hanggang sa ngayon. Syempre sina Sir Regalario ant Mam Reguine...Sobrang gusto ko sila. Di bale balang araw naman ay babalikan ko sila at pasasalamatan, kahit na hindi na nila ako naalala. Sila ang inspirasyon ko bukod sa ate ako at sa asawa kong si Mr. Paul Julian Banks(hehehe ang kapal ko talaga!) Syempe gusto ko talang maabot ang mga pangarap ko para maging ubod ng yaman at marating ang tirahan ng ultimate crush ko na si Paulie!!at syempre para maipapatay ko na rin ang mga taong nagpasama ng aking loob!LAGOT SILANG LAHAT SA AKIN!!!!!!!may araw silang lahat..........Di nyo pa nakikilala si LESLIE ANN SOLEDAD DIAZ

Hindi rin ako titigil hangga't di ako yumayaman!!!!!kailangang maging isang magaling akong artist(painter) tatalunin ko sina Michaelangelo, Da vinci at Malang. alam ko mangyayari yun!!!!hahhhahahah!!!!!nasa akin ang huling halakhak!!

Kill them!!!!!!!!..........Before they kill us!!!!!!

2005-10-25T21:23:00.000-07:00

My professors can go to hell on three counts whether they like to give us reasonable grades or not!!

1) They lack common sense, So I end up doing Harder tasks, which is stressful

l2) they have poor logic, so They always end up making stupid decisions for us

3) They have Temper management problems, so they will give us very low grades and I hate it!!!!!!

They're like Saddam!!! Mga Sadista talaga!!!

Breathing Cancer!?

2005-10-25T21:15:00.000-07:00

Here we go again

This used to be "Stop Smoking Paul" , but I don't really know if I want him to stop ...

Waving Paul!!!!

2005-10-12T01:24:00.000-07:00

I'm not obsessive, I'm just dazzled by the divine light of love...I'm infatuated! Fantasy never killed anyone!

2005-10-12T01:06:00.000-07:00

Walking
around, sunny hot day, looking at people.I stop, trembling, sweating,
suffocating.That gracious moment He touched me and blessed me.These lovely scars
I will cherish forever.With love...and in lust

banks

2005-10-03T23:08:00.000-07:00

You're beautiful when your Sedated

Paul banks

2005-10-03T22:53:00.000-07:00

Death isn't a reason to live slowly.i'ts justification for a decadent lifesyle

Paul Julian Banks

2005-10-03T22:19:00.000-07:00

The Cunning Linguist

2005-09-27T22:47:00.000-07:00

Grabee!!!!ganda talaga ng The Cunning Linguist!astig.galing ni Richard Lederer.Sana matry din ng iba na mabasa. Parang may pagka Bob Ong ang dating. Paro ooopppsssss!!may pagka porno 'to.pero sobrang nakakatawa naman talaga.

2005-09-13T21:43:00.000-07:00

"Evil"

Rosemary,Heaven restores you in lifeYou're coming with meThrough the aging, the fear and the strifeIt's the smiling on the packageIt's the faces in the sandIt's the thought that moves you upwardsEmbracing me with two handsWrite, will take you placesYeah maybe to the beachWhen your friends they do come cryingTell them now your pleasure's set up on slow-releaseHey waitGreat smileSensitive to faith notDenialBut hey who's on trial?It took a life spent with no cellmateThe long way backSaying meanwhile can't we look the other wayHe speaks about travelYeah, we think about the landWe smart like all peopleFeeling real tanI can take you placesDo you need a new man?Wipe the pollen from the facesMake revision to a dream while you wait in the vanHey waitGreat smileSensitive to faith notDenialBut hey who's on trial?It took a life spent with no cellmateFind a long way backSaying meanwhile can't we look the other wayYou're weightless, you are exoticYou need something for which to careSaying meanwhile can't we look the other wayLeave some shards under the bellyLay some grease inside my handIt's a sentimental juryAnd the makings of a good planYou've come to love me nightlyYeah you've come to hold me tightIs this motion everlastingOr do shutters pass in the night?RosemaryOh heaven restores you in lifeI spent a lifespan with no cellmateThe long way backSaying meanwhile can't we look the other wayYou're weightless, semi-eroticYou need someone to take you thereSaying meanwhile can't we look the other wayWhy can't we just play the other game?Why can't we just look the other way?

2005-09-13T21:36:00.000-07:00

"I think life is ugly, but the only thing that make it worth living are
works of beauty."