What Is there to say about these chaps, eh? Found this video whilst surfing the internet mid afternoon, its the what i assume is the promo video for (Genki Sudo) World Order’s single “2012”.
This is the first single I’ve heard from Genki sudo World Order and I’ve now spent the rest of my day digging up their videos, and the positive synth tones have brightened up a rainy and gloomy afternoon, now I’ve no complaints.
Also there’s a MP3 in the description.
Anonymity is Romantic
I wouldn’t mind more of it not only from myself but others. Also, just some respect of my own want to stay anonymous with those around me. It’s not that I want to be alone I just wish people wouldn’t intrude.
I wish that a barber of whom I find myself in the company of for less than forty-five minutes would ask me about my personal interests; I want you to cut my hair, I don’t want to befriend you, or else I would.
I wish when I leave my house for whatever reason, people wouldn’t ask me where I went and who I went with; if I wanted you to know I’d of told you, all you should ask (if anything) is “Good night?” anything else would be rude.
Just because we are briefly in each others company doesn’t mean we need to share every thought; if you don’t know about something about me there’s a reason.
Not necessarily anything about you personally, it’s just your not in that part of my life.
Where is romance?
I Imagined
We’d meet, you’d be wearing a smile only meant for my eyes, we would sit down for tea; no words said just subtle glances (smiles and giggles included). Then walk across the greens of our town on winter days, in our winter coats, arm in arm. We would keep on trudging, under grey skies we mustn’t stop to greet them (our only true friends) as there are more grey skies expecting us and we shan’t keep them waiting.
Then suddenly we changed our direction as we both had fixated on a building half in ruins we run inside separately we perilously navigate our way through all the chambers hidden in rubble.
As I climb crumbling stairs to what I assume used to be an attic before. Blinded as my eyes get used to the light the broken roof top had let in. I find you comfortably amongst the roof’s remains. I sit in close next to you your head falls onto my shoulder, head rests against yours. We wait as all we have made of the day fades to black.
‘Think…
It’s about time I made plans for leaving. I’ve lived here for eighteen years eleven months and 26 days; can’t say I’m proud a single moment.
Forced to breathe the air of monotonousness, joyless city of which the only community is inebriation. I just can’t take it for much longer there’s so much lacking: creativity, sincerity, any form of common decency.
Furthermore, here I’m constantly reminded of: what I’ve lost, what I should have, what I’m not and what I am, although I try hard not to be.
Lost for Words
Just feel there’s nothing to say.
It almost would seem all creative sensations I may of had wished to express have escaped and left me with little to say or do.
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