My darkest corner

The rain makes the day so fuckin´ boring,especially when you´ve got a lot of things to do and u don´t even want to a damned shit.
This week an idea filled each hole in my empty brain,death.
Yeah,death.
But what about it?
Is it true that song that prays: "death is so sure that it´ll beat us up that it give us a whole life of advantage"(my own truchex translation jaja!I know what I mean)?I´m not gonna start chattering of my suspicions about what happened after we die. That´s all bullshit,but is inevitable thinking that it doesn´t matter what you do(or not) ´cos one way or another you´re just gonna die anyway.
You can´t stop death.(yeah,I saw Final destination,it´s not what you think,trust me)
Or...not?
When you die,both: body and mind stop working and u finally become in maggot´s food.
But the memories of your person remains in those who knew you(mostly in the ones who loved u)and that´s also a way to stop the death.
Death can stop your heart,silence your voice,stop your breathing but it can´t kill words,thoughts,feelings.
So many people think this way,to me it doesn´t matter cos I guess there´s nothing u can do to change the situation.Yes,I know some of u probably think that I´m pretty pessimistic but I´d rather consider myself as a realistic person jaja.
What´s the point of these words?
I don´t know.
It´s easier to sing than to think...

PS:the song was choosen in a psychedelic lapsus!


LET THERE BE ROCK (1977)
(Young, Young, Scott)

In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty-five
Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show
And all that jive
The white man had the smoltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But Tchaikovsky had the news
He said -

"Let there be light", and there was light
"Let there be sound", and there was sound
"Let there be drums", and there was drums
"Let there be guitar", and there was guitar
"Let there be rock"

And it came to pass
That rock 'n' roll was born
All across the land every rockin' band
Was blowing up a storm
The guitarman got famous
The businessman got rich
And in every bar there was a super star
With a seven year itch
There were fifteen million fingers
Learning how to play
And you could hear the fingers picking
And this is what they had to say

"Let there be light"
"Sound"
"Drums"
"Guitar"
"Let there be rock"

One night in a club called `The Shaking Hand'
There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band
The music was good and the music was loud
And the singer turned and he said to the crowd:
"Let there be rock"