There's a girl that you might know
She's a friend at least I tell you so
But it might surprise you to find
There's something going on behind the door

When I'm asleep it gives me time to think
Thoughts that I wouldn't dare speak aloud
I couldn't bare myself before a crowd

I bide my time while biting my tongue
Hold closed my mouth so song is unsung
Get to the meat of things already
With buried secrets the ground is heavy


There's a girl who's close to me
Closer than you'd like to think
Dig up all the dirt you see
There's always more just underneath

I bide my time while biting my tongue
Hold closed my mouth so song is unsung
Get to the meat of things already
With buried secrets the ground is heavy

They're coming back...

Récompense du CSA!

FELICITATIONS!

Le Comité des Skyrock Awards est fier de présenter son premier gagnant! En effet, étant "blog star" depuis hier, http://music-from-tecktonik.skyrock.com/ , un skyblog consacré à la "Tequetonique" ( une nouvelle dance "fraiche" ), son auteur s'est vu remettre aujourd'hui même sa récompense... une édition du Bescherelle!

Félicitations à Air-One et à toute l'équipe derrière ce blog qui travaille dur pour fournir l'actualité "Tequetonique" à la communauté Skyrock dans des articles savamment rédigés! Félicitations!

Quelques photos de la cérémonie:

Article à prendre au 2nd degrès bien sûr.
Cette article n'a pas de but provocateur envers tout pratiquant de la Tequetonique ou Air-One lui même.

Don’t fall away, and leave me to myself

Don’t fall away and leave love bleeding

In my hands, in my hands again

PS: Pensée à Colin McRae et à son fils de 5 ans ainsi qu'à tous les passagers de l'hélicoptère dans lequel ils ont trouvé la mort.
RIP

Survivor

Une production Sinners Inc.

Première Méditation.

"Il est de la prudence de ne se fier jamais entièrement à ceux qui nous ont une fois trompés"

The Shield

No matter how strong,


no matter how tall.


Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.

Here we go again

C'est reparti pour un tour.

Looks cool.

Wait And See.

Slow Burn

Here shall we live in this terrible town
Where the price for our minds
shall squeeze them tight like a fist
And the walls shall have eyes
And the doors shall have ears
But we'll dance in their dark
And they'll play with our lives

Like a Slow Burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a Slow Burn
Turning us round and round and round Hark who are we
So small in times such as these
Slow Burn
Slow Burn

Oh, these are the days
These are the strangest of all
These are the nights
These are the darkest to fall
But who knows?
Echoes in tenement halls
Who knows?
Though the years spare them all

Like a Slow Burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a Slow Burn
Twirling us round and round
and upside down
There's fear overhead
There's fear overground
Slow Burn
Slow Burn
Like a Slow Burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a Slow Burn
Turning us round and round and round And here are we
At the center of it all
Slow Burn
Slow Burn
Slow Burn