Lyrics of the day.

Touch.

Touch in the flame's desires
Feeling the pain's denial,
And your fingers in the fire

Look:

Look in the candle light
See in the flame of life
And my spell is our lie

Taste the love,
The Lucifer's magic that makes you numb
The passion and all the pain are one,
You're sleeping in the fire
Taste the love,
The Lucifer's magic that makes you numb
You feel what it does and you're drunk on love,
You're sleeping in the fire

I gaze at the flame and fire burn
And cry out the name of which I yearn

Taste the love.
The Lucifer's magic that makes you numb
The passion and all the pain are one.
You're sleeping in the fire.

-

can you help me occupy my brain

I need someone to show me
The things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness
I must be blind

Make a joke and I will sigh
And you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel
And love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words

Telling you now of my state

it's what i need.

~

A tribute to hotness

I've seen him repeatedly in Alice Cooper's Constrictor shows, yet never realised how awesome-shit this guy was. I'm not talking about his mad talent; when someone mentions metal's top guitarists, Kane Roberts is always somewhere in my list. I'm talking about those insanely chiselled features and impossibly perfect jaw, those squeezed-too-tight leather pants and rich head of curls.

He's almost too good to be true.

....holy fuuuUUUCCKKKK.

Yeah, yeah so that album cover was way back in '91. But I can bet you that any man with that immoveably awesome bone structure will still have manly handsomeness spilling out his ears 20 years down the road. Now hopefully he's kept the body...

THAT body.

Or, well, a more modestly proportioned but equally firm version.

To tell ya the truth, I've never gone for that uber buff thing; the bulging Hulk-men adorning Men's Fitness mags turn me off. I prefer my men reasonably toned than steroid-stuffed. (Not that I'm accusing Mr Roberts of 'roids or other potentially harmful substances.) But when I look at that face, and that gorgeous hair, and that even more gorgeous guitar that looks like it could shoot out real bullets....who gives a shit about an oversized bicep?

'I will squeeze you to death with my leather-clad sexiness.'

Granted, I was probably too busy watching Alice tear a baby's head off to pay attention to that amazing guitarist shredding the hell out of every song. I heard the riffs, but I should've seen the man behind it. Oh well. Never too late to appreciate a good thing. This man is not only a metal maestro; he is shameless eye candy. Leather-wrapped, steel-studded, flame-shootin' candy.

Now adorning my computer desktop!

Leather, Silver & Steel

& skulls, & chains, & good ol-fashioned studs.

This is not by any stretch a lame attempt to look bad-ass. I am instinctively attracted to these things; they add such attitude to any outfit. And any suggestion that I am a 'poser' or 'trying too hard' will be met with a fistful of one of these....


:) I'm kidding. Mostly. Anyway, this is me showing off my collection of wristbands. Aren't they pretty? Thanks to the Macro function I was able to go real up close for details. Leather and metal surfaces, especially slightly aged ones, can yield subtly lovely textures.

One of the Sexiest Voices on Radio

At some point or other you are either gonna get paid to plug something on your blog, or -- if like me you're neither rich nor famous -- plug it just becoz you can.

So here's my first plug in what's only my second post. Go listen. Here

This man plays all my favourite songs. Not surprising, since he's one of my favourite people in the world.

Thank you, Mr Hudson. I'll always remember 5th August when I saw you live. (and then was broke after that for what i spent on front row tix but that's beside the point...)