sâmbătă, 21 februarie 2009

My Latest Mix!!!Feb.2009

DJ AndRy in action home made studio mix


Liana Dance Dubaian Innas hot Feb.2009 - DJ AndRy mixxx

Now I'm Cured,over rehab,over back2black,over her,over all,I'm the BEST and Fuck The Rest, I Chose LIFE!!!


Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

RENTON: I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?

RENTON: Relinquishing junk. Stage One: preparation. For this you will need: one room which you will not leave; one mattress; tomato soup, ten tins of; mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold; ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of; Magnesia, Milk of, one bottle; paracetamol; mouth wash; vitamins; mineral water; Lucozade; pornography; one bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitus; one television; and one bottle of Valium, which I have already procured, from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict.

So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.

Another song,this time romanian, that helped me through the years forgetting the broken hear....

VH-2- Nu-mi mai Pasa...(i don't care...)

De vrei sa stii cum pot trai fara de tine
De vrei sa stii ce rost mai are viata mea
Poti sa-ti raspund ca ma descurc destul de bine
Si am uitat tot ce ieri nu puteam uita.
Te-ai ratacit in lumea visurilor mele
Te-am cautat acolo unde nu erai
Ti-am povestit cate in luna si in stele
Te-am inteles cu mult mai mult decat doreai.

Si poate ar fi fost mai bine sa te iert
Poate ar fi fost mai bine sa te cert.

Dar nu-mi mai pasa,
Nu-mi mai pasa de tine
Nu-mi mai pasa, nu
Nu-mi mai pasa de noi.

Nu mai traiesc o noapte plina de durere
Nu ma maI mint ca as conta in viata ta
M-am saturat de gustul lacrimilor mele
Si n-am gasit femeia m-a cautat.

Dar nu-mi mai pasa...

This made me Go on after all!...

Jay Sean- All or Nothing...

PS: every word is true!

marți, 17 februarie 2009

'The Suicidal'

There she sits so helpless
Just waiting for that special day
The day she set aside
When she'll take her life away
Up until that day
She'll screw her life up more
Taking all the drugs
And cutting like before

Stories of her messed up life
Are written on her skin
Keeping count of all the times
The knife just tends to win
Scarlet scars upon her wrists
Tell of all the times
She tried to go but something
Stopped her suicidal crimes

Her blood shot eyes tell of all
The countless times she's cried
She has no more tears to cry
So her end she will decide
As that day comes around
When her 'precious' life she'll take
She'll bring up all the pain inside
And one more cut she'll make

Never will she stop to think
Of all the people she will miss
You can call it 'ignorance'
But ignorance is bliss
As she starts to think about
The story of her life
She wants to end if faster
Just to end all her strife

She curls up in the corner
And she begins to cry
All the while voices whisper
Just fucking go and die
Mascara tears leak from her eyes
And stain her pale, white face
Trailing down her satin cheeks
Depression's line they trace

She sinks her nails down in her arm
As she begins to shake
Substituting physical pain
For the pain from her heart ache
As she slowly falls apart
She starts to crave her blade
She takes it out and wastes no time
To add to the cuts she's made

She drags the blade along her skin
As she watches the blood pour out
She feels control run through her body
And the voices cease to shout
She puts away her razor blade
With no sign of regret
She knows that she will do it again
For the pain she can't forget

As she starts to breathe again
And her shaking finally stops
Her weak and fragile body goes
To her bed and drops
Her eyes begin to slowly close
As she thinks about that day
Where all her struggles end as soon
As she takes her life away.....

Do You Believe in Love?