Still alive

I have habbit on once a million years checking the past, so maybe someone else does too.

Still alive, somehow, somewhat.

Still thinking life sucks.

Still thinking too many things suck like I posted way back.

I always kinda day dreamed of writing a childrens book. Instead Im about to finish my first album, or well EP on Spotify etc.

Life was suppossed to be full of wonders and surprises.

It has not been so far.

Nice plot twist...

If the #MeToo campaign continues the way it is going we will end up with a world where men live in constant fear of saying or doing the wrong thing!

We will end up with a world where men are always looking over their shoulders, worried that what they say or do might be misconstrued as a come-on, even if it was meant innocently!

We will end up with a world where men will have to think carefully about where they go, who they go there with, and what they do when they get there!

We will end up with a world where men will have to think twice before getting drunk, in case their drunken behaviour is later used against them in court!

We will end up with a world where most men will live the kind of life that most women live now.

"When you’re accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression"

(Anonymous)

To be alive

One for all when we are all done
He took the fall and passed it on
Somewhere out there
Out where our nightmare came true

So many things I should have said
Unspoken words vanish in death
Grief is the price, the price we pay for love
We are drifting further apart
In this apocalypse of stars
Into the heart of the dark
With his Legacy

To be alive is more than just breathing
Remember to tell everyone
That you care when you see them
Be proud of yourself and
Dont be afraid prince of the machine

To be alive is more than just breathing
Remember to tell everyone
That you care when you see them
Be proud of yourself, prince of the machine

And i just can't find the right words to say
It is true that the deepest longing is silent
Farewell my Comrade to the wind of eternity
May we all meet there one day
Buried in flames but the memory remains

Rain City

Oh, do you know who we are inside?
And oh, can you know what's right beside?
You don't wanna know if the tide is high or low.

If you don't wanna lend a hand then try to stay at home
Millions more will come and go yet we are still alone

Alone.

I know:

I have the right to fight for flight
But oh, do we villify what's right beside.

If you don't wanna lend a hand then try to stay at home.
Human beings may take your heart and hang on to your soul

...your soul

Please don't forget that you are beautiful

Ah, do you know who we are inside?
And oh, so they criticize..but we tried, we tried.

If you don't wanna lend a hand then try to stay at home
Millions more will close the door it chills us to the bone
Others still will take your and consciously atone
Subtlety reminds you that you never were alone.

You must fight for your soul!

Your soul (you've got to want it for me...)
Your soul (you've got to want it for me...)
Your soul (you've got to want it for me...)
Your soul (you've got to want it for me...)

Oisko aika?

Pieni huomautus vain että misantropia on taas viime viikkoina nostanut päätään kun seuraa uutisia ja naamakirjaa sekä siellä käytävää "keskustelua" jonkun ääliön statuspäivityksestä sekä sen herättämistä vastareaktioista. 

Omana arvottomana mielipiteeenä siis selvennyksen vuoksi mainittakoon että molemmat puolet ovat ylittäneet ääliömäisyyden rajat niin rytisten ettei voittajaa ole, eikä näillänäkymin tule.