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Filter - Skinny

So here you are in your small little world
Kept up like a little precious virgin girl
To hear 'bout your grace and your silly face
Wrapped up like a knot in a ball of shoelace
And everytime I talk to you
It sounds like you're caught in a psychological flu

Don't ever let them see you cheat
Don't' Ever let them see you bleed
Don't Ever let them shake your hand
Don't ever let them believe that scam

[Chorus:]
Skinny And it will make you cry
Skinny
And it will make you lie
Skinny
And if it makes you soft inside
Skinny At least you will not die

And if you take a good look at them
All caught up in their graciousless win
Every sin is their seamless smile
Will go on for a countless while
And just because they think they won
It just means that the shit has just begun

Don't ever let them see you cheat
Don't ever let them see you beat
Donn't ever let them shake your hand
Don't ever let them believe that scam

 

 

Outcast Youth - Genevieve
Genevieve lies in bed at night and can't sleep,
Her tummy hurts cuz she hasn't had enough to eat.
Stomach cramps leave her writhing in pain,
Clutching at her abdomen. it's happening again...
"Why, Oh why did I get this way?
I only wanted to lose a little bit of weight...
I wish I could be happy, but it's too late",
She thinks as she picks at the food on her plate.
She tries to take a bite but it's not happening.
Convinced that her piece of toast is too fattening...
Everytime that she tries to eat,
All she sees are the faces of high school bullies.
Every guy who told her she was too fat...
Every boyfriend who only gave a stuff about,
Sex and blow jobs that made her cry.
I hold her close as she tells me...
And I sigh.

She used to look in the mirror and cry,
Looking back at her was a girl twice her size...
Distorted, self-perceptive view through her eyes,
Enhanced furthermore by the media lies.
Reality's perception, Perception pre-defined.
Weight loss encouraged and even glorified.
MTV is brainwashing our children,
Visually and socialogically,
With a fake size zero philosophy.
An ideology that you've gotta be thin,
To appear in any program on that station,
And that's the reason she don't watch TV,
Cuz she's scared of the person who she might be.
Afraid to admit that she's dealing with...
Anorexia nervosa. And she denies it...
She says she doesn't have a problem. But she's lying.

In this segregated room of bleached out white,
The black ink of my pen bleeds when I write.
The frail, decrepit, ghost looking back at me,
Is but a shadow of the girl who used to leave a trail of colour,
Through this monochrome world.
I'm praying for the day that her smile returns.
I tell her not to lose hope,
I'm writing a song,
that's gonna travel 'round the world,
Giving light to the dark.
Musical Anna Karenin - with a happy ending.
I'm no Tolstoy but this story needs to be told,
Of sweet Genevieve,
Broken but bold!
Who's tiny food problem got out of control,
Who since last week doesn't eat no more!
Doctors putting tubes in her stomach makes her vomit...
All she needs to save her right now is a prayer,
But we're all too busy to remember her.

 

 

 

Janus- Die Tage werden enger 

Das Ende der Welt ist nicht weit fort
Von ihrem Zimmer unterm Dach
Nachts kommt ein harter Wind von dort
Der lässt sie frösteln, hält sie wach

Durch einen Riss am Himmel
Sieht sie wie die Zeit vergeht
Sieht das Chaos, sieht die Sterne
Und wie schnell die Welt sich dreht

Die Tage werden enger
Die Wege länger
Es wird nichts mehr kommen
Ihr Abstieg hat begonnen
Sie sieht nicht mehr hin

Ein Leben wartet
Irgendwo da draußen auf sie
Eines, das all die Mühen lohnt
Sie sagt, sie sucht es Morgen
Und manchmal glaubt sie, was sie sagt

Ein Leben wartet
Irgendwo da draußen auf sie
Eines, das über allem thront
Sie sagt, das nimmt die Sorgen
Und manchmal glaubt sie, was sie sagt

Der Spiegel zeigt schlaffe Brüste
Kerben rissen ihr den Mund entzwei
Wenn sie es nicht besser wüsste
Blieb die Hoffnung, das geht vorbei
Doch so liest sie aus jeder Neugier Spott
So bleibt sie ihren Ängsten treu
Sie verblüht und kein Gott
Macht sie in sieben Tagen wieder neu

Die Tage werden enger
Die Wege länger
Es wird nichts mehr kommen
Ihr Abstieg hat begonnen
Sie sieht nicht mehr hin

Ein Leben wartet
Irgendwo da draußen auf sie
Eines, das all die Mühen lohnt
Sie sagt, sie sucht es Morgen
Und manchmal glaubt sie, was sie sagt

Ein Leben wartet
Irgendwo da draußen auf sie
Eines, das über allem thront
Sie sagt, das nimmt die Sorgen
Und manchmal glaubt sie, was sie sagt

Den Kopf voll
Todesphantasien
Der Wunsch zu fliehen
Lässt sie nicht los
Die Angst ist groß
Nichts kann sie retten
Ein Berg Tabletten
Bringt sie durch den Tag

Ihre Wut
Und die Nächte sind
Ein Labyrinth
Aus Dornen und Blut
Stummer Schrei
Frische Klingen
Der Drang zu springen
Endlich aus und vorbei
Sie träumt sich frei

Ein Leben wartet
Irgendwo da draußen auf sie
Eines, das all die Mühen lohnt
Sie sagt, sie sucht es Morgen
Und manchmal glaubt sie, was sie sagt

Ein Leben wartet
Irgendwo da draußen auf sie
Eines, das über allem thront
Sie sagt, das nimmt die Sorgen
Und manchmal glaubt sie, was sie sagt

Sie stolpert voran
So schnell wie sie kann
Doch alles rast an ihr vorbei 

 

Edith Backlund- Skinny

mirror, mirror on the wall
ruthless to your victim
suiting you becomes my love
tied to my reflection
hunger takes a hold of me
making my decisions
glossy fashion magazines will feed my new addiction
Chorus

skinny
all these voices singing
skinny
all my monsters singing
skinny
got to fit that new bikini

skinny
all the world is singing
skinny
all them girls are swinging
got to fit that new bikini


hiding in my baggy jeans
No one knows my secret
Hiding from the eyes that see
I have been defeated
mirror, mirror on mywall
ruthless to your victim
Suiting you is all i know
A slave to my reflection
Chorus

skinny
all these voices singing
skinny
all my monsters singing
skinny
got to fit that new bikini

skinny
all the world is singing
skinny
all them girls are swinging
got to fit that new bikini

 

 Ted Leo & the Pharmacists- Me and Mia

As I was walking through a life one morning
the sun was out, the air was warm, but
Oh, I was cold
And though I must have looked half a person,
to tell the tale, in my own version,
It was only then that I felt whole

Do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it

Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes
But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive might help you to survive.
We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition
And oh, what did we find?
It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Oh, we'd been unkind

But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it

Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine.
But call your friends,
'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive, might help you to survive.

And even the nights, they could get better
And even the days ain't all that bad
And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing

But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it

Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control
Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed for livin', and sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change
Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear.
But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike
when you don't really need to
Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours.

And even the nights, they could get better.



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