[Cymorill]

hmmm just watched one of my fave films, a japanese classic in my view.

Audition

It centres around a widower, who 7 years after the death of his first wife, is convinced by his son to remarry. so with the help of his friend sets up a fake audition to find a suitable bride.

He settles for a shy ex ballerina, and the stage is set for their courtship. the film then takes an alarming twist, and turns from a romantic comedy type genre into a disquitening tale of obsession and madness. The last half hour of the film is sublime in its simplicity and whilst some parts of the film are surreal, the threat that this could happen to you are very real.

highly recommended, it is a watch at least once type film even if you arent that keen on japanese flicks

[Cymorill]

can’t say i have seen a film that has really freaked me out, so i would have to say one that make me cringe with fear is the sound of music :lol:

seriously tho Saw, quite gruesome and made me jump out of my skin at the end.

[Cymorill]

Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories

Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare
Opening the doors for the dreams to come home

We live out lives in private shells
Ignore our senses and fool ourselves
To thinking that out there there’s someone else cares
Someone to answer all our prayers, all our prayers…

Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible
Have we lost our balls, or do we just not care
We’re terminal cases that keep talking medicine
Pretending the end isn’t quite that near
We make futile gestures, act to the cameras
With our made up faces and pr smiles
And when the angel comes down, down to deliver us
We’ll find out that after all, we’re only men of straw

But everything is still the same
Passing the time passing the blame
We carry on in the same old way
We’ll find out we left it too late one day to say what we meant to say

Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the water
Those problems seem to arise the ones you never really thought of
The feeling you get is similar to something like drowning
Out of your mind, you’re out of your depth, you should have taken soundings
Clutching at straws, we’re clutching at straws, we’re clutching at straws

And if you ever come across us don’t give us your sympathy
You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands
And you’ll recognise by the reflection in our eyes that deep down inside we’re all one and the same

We’re clutching at straws
We’re still drowning
Clutching at straws
We’re still drowning, yeah clutching at straws
I’m still drowning
We’re clutching at straws
I’m still drowning

[Cymorill]

from the dawn of my first memory
i desired, and needed it
a sweet tantalising dream
hidden in the sunsets of tommorow

illusions of acceptance danced
before my weary tear stained eyes
soaked pillows hid the pain
that showed clearly on my face

i became all things to all people
hiding myself, my fear
painted smiles, and canned laughter
i was a personality fraud

if you let the walls drop
you earn the reward of rejection
living a harlequin lifestyle
oblivious to what is real

gathering courage to try again
success is a mere hint away
lost in its own shadow
illusions are shattered once more

forget the games, too
weary of playing the roles
no longer living in the mould
set by others

love me, hate me, but know me
only then can i find strength
to find myself
and lose the masks

another sunset, another chance
i finally gaze into the eyes
of acceptance, free from doubt
and i see myself clearly at last.

[Cymorill]

i do not long for the heat of summer
winter suits me best
its icy winds heal me
for they numb the pain

icy sinews form on my windows
creeping along the glass
their long fingers reaching
towards me like a long lost lover

what need do i have of the
false beauty of love
when i have the beauty
of nature to surround me.

[Cymorill]

scatter my ashes on the sea
and as i float upon the waves
weep no tears for me
i do not want to be underground
no earthy mound for me
i do not want a cold stone tomb
where nobody will grieve
its where the winds blow fresh and free
that i will be at peace
i will travel to far off oceans
and finally be free.

[Cymorill]

it amazes me how we live
you and i
our moments now so infrequent
like stars shooting across the sky

it amazes me that so little is gained
fractured moments and broken memories
so little care
as if by will we try not to let it show

it amazes me that we hide from ourselves
those little truths we both know
as if speaking them
will shatter the walls we have built up

it amazes me how the passion we felt
have now turned to indifference
so kiss me gently
and we shall never speak again.

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