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Silverchair
Ana's Song


Please die Ana
For as long as you're here we're not
You make the sound of laughter
and sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow

Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you

Imagine a pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the filth

And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow

Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you

And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
And Ana wrecks your life
Like an Anorexia life

Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
Open fire on the needs designed
Open fire on my knees desires
On my knees for you

 

Manic Street Preachers
4st. 7lbs.


I eat too much to die
And not enough to stay alive
I'm sitting in the middle waiting

Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home

See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappears
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
I'm getting better

Karen says I've reached my target weight
Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
Problem is diet's not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view

I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity

Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower

My vision's getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sink
Mother trys to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole Ryvitta
That's the way you're built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding

I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity

Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybody's life

I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
And I don't mind the horror that surrounds mev
Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This discipline's so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so

Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
I've finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel

 

Fiona Apple
Paper Bag


I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its' downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
when it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today,
Looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void", - He said
"It's all in your head" And I said " So's everything" -
But he didn't get it - I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
Cuz I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
when it costs too much to love

 

Alanis Morissette
Mary Jane


What's the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard day
As you place the don't disturb sign on the door
You lost your place in line again, what a pity
You never seem to want to dance anymore

It's a long way down
On this roller coaster
The last chance streetcar
Went off the track
And you're on it

I hear you're counting sheep again Mary Jane
What's the point of trying to dream anymore
I hear you're losing weight again Mary Jane
Do you ever wonder who you're losing it for

Well it's full speed baby
In the wrong direction
There's a few more bruises
If that's the way
You insist on heading

Please be honest Mary Jane
Are you happy
Please don't censor your tears

You're the sweet crusader
And you're on your way
You're the last great innocent
And that's why I love you

So take this moment Mary Jane and be selfish
Worry not about the cars that go by
All that matters Mary Jane is your freedom
Keep warm my dear, keep dry

Tell me
Tell me
What's the matter Mary Jane...

 

 

Die 3. Generation
Sie is(s)t nicht mehr


Sie wollte schon immer besser sein, schöner sein, als die anderen -
sie war sich viel zu dick und zu klein
Um durchs Leben zu gehen -
auf eigenen Beinen zu stehen.
Sie dachte, ihr Arsch war zu fett und keiner konnte sie verstehen
Weil alle ihre besten Freundinnen dünner sind
Und bei den Typen die absoluten Gewinner sind.
Also beschloss für sich für sich keinen Bissen mehr zu essen.
Um ihr scheiß Leben total zu vergessen...

Bridge: Was ändert sich dich denn wenn du nichts mehr isst?
Wenn du alles, was du früher warst total vergisst.
Was ändert sich denn, wenn du nichts mehr isst?
Was hab ich denn von dir, wenn du nicht mehr bist?

Refrain: Sie isst nicht mehr-sie ist nicht mehr
Warum muss sie gehen? Nur um besser auszusehen, hat sie sich belogen.

Träumte einen schönen Traum, ihr Herz war Tränen schwer -
sie wollte doch Prinzessin sein, doch sie isst nicht mehr.

Sie hat sich sehr stark verändert in den letzten zwei Jahren, als ihre Beine
noch wirklich ihre Beine waren.
Und jetzt? Keine Spur mehr von Figur - von Gesicht
45 Kilo das ist doch kein Gewicht
Einst hat jeder Typ ihr die Liebe versprochen
Doch da wo früher Lebensfreude war sind nur noch Knochen.
Keiner traut sich mehr sie anzufassen.
Sie guckt nicht mehr in den Spiegel um sich nicht zu hassen...

Es kam so wie es kommen musste -
jetzt ist sie gestorben
Sie hat sich ihr Leben selbst total verdorben
Sie verlor den Kampf gegen ihre Natur
Nur für ne Primaballerina - Barbie-Figur
Sie schnitt sich die Adern auf, um perfekt zu sein
Sie wollte Nadja und Naomi in sich selbst vereinen.
Scheiß drauf - was mir fehlt von dir, ist der Mensch - und nicht das ausgehungerte Modelgesicht...

 

Pulp
Anorexic Beauty


Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool. Pastel white features, high cheek-bones, scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. The girl of my nightmares, sultry and corpse-like. The girl of my nightmares. Brittle fingers and thin cigarettes, so hard to tell apart, she hasn't spoken yet. You put your hand on mine, death white on brown, those whirlpool eyes, well I begin to drown. The girl of my nightmares, sultry and corpse-like. Anorexic beauty, featherweight perfection. Anorexic beauty, underweight goddess. Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, so hard to tell apart, she hasn't spoken yet. Pastel white features, high cheekbones, scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. The girl of my nightmares, sultry and corpse-like. Anorexic beauty, featherweight perfection. Anorexic beauty, underweight goddess.

Dresden Dolls - Girl Anachronismyou can tell
from the scars on my arms
and cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that i'm not the carefullest of girls

you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that're breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature
and then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i could act my age
but i dont think that youd believe me
it's
not
the
way
i'm
meant
to
be
it's just the way the operation made me

and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple years too late
and ive got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose

i am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world's worst accident
i am the girl anachronism

and you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
she'll learn
the attention just encourages her

and you can tell
from the full-body cast
that i'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off

and you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...

i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious removed as a caesarian
behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

 

From First To Last - Waltz Moore

I can't eat anything
Without shoving my hands down my throat
And I refuse to meet the world without smearing on makeup
With my hair blinding my eyes
Blinding my eyes

I can't remember
The last time I've seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it's like
to feel ugly all the time?

I stretch myself across the world
Pushing my limits for your entertainment
And you had the nerve
To call out my weaknesses
And drag me through the dirt

I can't remember
The last time I've seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it's like
to feel ugly all the time?

I'm staring in the mirror
Looking back at the person I hate
[x4]

I can't remember
The last time I've seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it's like...

I can't remember
The last time I've seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it's like
to feel ugly all the time?

The color of my skin
Do you know what it's like
to feel ugly all the...

 

Geri Karlstrom- Starving for attention

 

Bones are beautiful
My drug of choice
Striving for perfection
And I'm driven to
Run to you
In the wrong direction
How does that make you feel?
Why can't I make you see?

Mom and Daddy look
It's your little girl
Starving for attention
Too much on my plate
Things that I can't face
Starving for attention

I can't be myself
The mirror tells
Lies and says I'm ugly
Am I really here?
I cut my skin
It takes a knife to find me
I can't make me feel
So now I have to bleed

Mom and Daddy look
It's your little girl
Starving for attention
Too much on my plate
Things that I can't face
Starving for attention

Hungry empty
Lost in her pain
She can't tell you
So she slowly fades away

Mom and Daddy look
It's your little girl
Dying for attention
Too much on her plate
Things that she can't face
Starving for attention
Craving your attention
She's dying for your attention

 

Artist: Eleanor Mcevoy
Titel: Sophie

Sophie cannot finish her dinner
Says she's eatin' enough
Sophie's tryin' to make herself thinner
Says she's eatin' too much
And her brother says, "you're joking,"
And her mother's heart is broken
Sophie has a hard time copin'
And, besides, sophie's hopin'

Chorus
She can be like all the other girls
Be just like all the other girls
Livin' in an ordinary world
Just to fit in, in the ordinary world
Just to fit in like an ordinary girl.


Sophie's losin' weight by the minute
How did things get this bad?
Sophie's family don't understand it
Gave her all that they had
And her sister won't stop cryin'
'cause her father says she's dyin'
Sophie says she's really tryin'
Problem is, sophie's lying.

Repeat chorus

How did she get this way?
How did she get this way?
Through tryin' to hide it.
What does it take to say,
What does it take to say
She's dying, sophie's dying to ¡­

Repeat chorus

 

Author/Artist/Singer: Saves The Day
Music Title/Track: Cars Calories

Her life was magazines and faithful TV screens
Selling an empty dream of cars and calories
Everything in between the sun and Saturn?s ring
The price tag can't be seen
And it took bites out of her insides
Till she was just a hollow shell

Grew up in east LA
Watching celebrities
Living out all her dreams.
The plastic canopy of the U.S. royalty
Drew her gaze towards the sky
Away from her own mind
And it took bites out of her insides
Till she was just a hollow shell

And at her home her mother cried
Cause daddy had something on the side
They didn't look up when she sighed

When august came around
Bathing suits on the ground
Replaced by a cotton cloak
To see her own reflection was like squinting in the sun
And when all tomorrow brings is a set of broken wings
Well it takes bites out of your insides
Till you are just a hollow shell
And it took bites out of her insides
Till she was just a hollow shell




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