Path Of Thorns

Directed by Heath Ledger.

Can you feel that?
You better hold on
This one’s about to get bumpy
Hahahahahahaha…

She’s a ten, hellbent, I’m in heaven tonight
Six speed sex scene playin’ out in my mind
One look, I’m hooked, motor runnin’
Rev’d up, my heart startin’ pumpin’
Are you ready for the best damn ride of your life?

Gimme a “hell”
Gimme a “yeah”
Stand up right now
And gimme a “hell”
Gimme a “yeah”
Stand up right now
Get ready to go
She ain’t movin’ slow
She’s takin’ control
Pushin’ the pedal to the floor
I’m beggin’ for more
You better hold on tight

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Got a taste, can’t be saved, I’m a junkie for life
She fuels my fire and adrenaline high
My need for speed’s got me gunnin’
One touch, she screams “keep it comin’”
Are you ready for the best damn ride of your life?

Gimme a “hell”
Gimme a “yeah”
Stand up right now
And gimme a “hell”
Gimme a “yeah”
Stand up right now
Get ready to go
She ain’t movin’ slow
She’s takin’ control
Pushin’ the pedal to the floor
I’m beggin’ for more
You better hold on tight

Hahahahahahaha…
Almost home
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey (come on)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (yeahhh)

Gimme a “hell”
Gimme a “yeah” (hell yeah)
Stand up right now
And gimme a “hell”
Gimme a “yeah”
Stand up right now (right now)
Gimme a “hell”
Gimme a “yeah” (yeah)
Stand up right now
And gimme a “hell” (hell)
Gimme a “yeah” (yeah)
Stand up right now (right now)
Get ready to go
She ain’t movin’ slow
She’s takin’ control
And pushin’ the pedal to the floor
I’m beggin’ for more
You better hold on tight

Gimme a “hell”
Gimme a “yeah”
And gimme a “hell”
Gimme a “yeah”
Hell

Hey, hey, hey, hey [x4]

Orianthi was the guitarist discovered by Santana, the guitarist selected by Michael Jackson to play on his tour… the girl has skills.
We share the same love for PRS guitars (I love her shiny studded PRS).
This song sounds very Kelly Clarkson/Avril Lavigne… she isn’t Santana yet but maybe she doesn’t want to be…
Notice the guitar neck à la “Guitar Hero” all through the video…

According to you
I’m stupid
I’m useless
I cant do anything right
According to you
I’m difficult
hard to please
forever changing my mind
I’m a mess in a dress
can’t show up on time
even if it would save my life
According to you, according to you

But according to him
I’m beautiful
incredible
he can’t get me out of his head
According to him
I’m funny
irresistable
everything he ever wanted
Everything is opposite
I don’t feel like stopping it
so baby tell what i got to lose
He’s into me for everything I’m not according to you

According to you
I’m boring
I’m moody
and you cant take me any place
According to you
I suck at telling jokes cause I always give it away
I’m the girl with the worst attention span
you’re the boy who puts up with that
According to you, according to you

But according to him
I’m beautiful
incredible
he can’t get me out of his head
According to him
I’m funny
irresistable
everything he ever wanted
Everything is opposite
I dont feel like stopping it
so baby tell what i got to lose
He’s into me for everything Im not
according to you

I need to feel appreciated
like I’m not hated. oh no
Why can’t you see me through his eyes?
Its too bad your making me decide.

But according to me
you’re stupid
you’re useless
you cant do anything right
But according to him
I’m beautiful
incredible
he can’t get me out of his head
According to him
I’m funny
irresistable
everything he ever wanted
Everything is opposite
I don’t feel like stopping it
baby tell what i got to lose
He’s into me for everything I’m not
according to you
you you
according to you
you you

According to you
I’m stupid
I’m useless
I can’t do anything right.

All the posts starting with Mytube are videos from my page on youtube.

http://www.youtube.com/user/kameleonseth

Videos like this extract from Nick and Norah’s infinite playlist about holding hands:

Or the poem from “The Invisible” (many people commented on this one…)

Day burns down the night,
Burns the edge of my soul.
In the night
I break into sparks of suns
And become fires in a dust of bones
Night knifes
My breath swallows whole my tongue
Turn back
Reverse return
In the night I see the real
Concealed in the day’s bright lie
Eyes stitched shut
White teeth smile
Sleep walks and talks
And feet mark time of day

Days ‘n nights n’ nights n’ days,
In silent shades of lazy grays
I call your name, It’s all the same
Sitting staring at the ceiling,
Dripping painted pictures peeling
From my walls, The time just crawls

Was it yesterday? I don’t know
Was I dreaming? Or did I lose everything I believed in?
If you could only see what I see
Every time you leave

Imagine a world with no sky
Imagine the ocean run dry
Imagine and you’ll see the view
Of my world without you
Imagine no sun and no rain
Imagine that each day’s the same
It doesn’t matter what I do
In a world without you

Doers doing, Thinkers thinking,
Lonely lover’s lips are sinking
In my tea, They’re burning me
Wasted weeping, Someone speaking
In my head the bed is leaking tears again
And there’s no end

Was it yesterday? I don’t know
Was I dreaming? Or did I lose everything I believed in?
If you could only see what I see
Imagine a world with no sky,
Imagine the ocean run dry

Born in 76, you could argue I am a seventies child, but really I was a child in the eighties. Billy Idol, A-ha… you name it… It is weird for me to see the world coming back to this era, but anyway…
Billy Idol. Well, it was back in 1984/1985. I found this tape with Billy Idol’s videos and I thought, wow… that’s fun! Kind of punk, kind of sexy, rock and -- of course -- a super skilled mad guitarist (little did I know then that the latter would matter to me so much now).
So you can picture it, after watching Idol pointing his upper lip, I probably found a mirror and didn’t sleep until I mastered this skill (see picture above). lol
I watched a VH1 concert recently where B. Idol was telling the stories around the songs, made me appreciate the guy even more.
I just watched another gig done for “Soundstage”, there was this new song…
I picked up my guitar and played on it. Much fun.

The song? De mooiste verliezers (The most beautiful loosers).
This is a live version with traditional instruments. It includes some words in english at the end.