Obsession with Gazette

MY OBSESSION WITH GAZETTE IS OFFICIALLY BACK and in full power!!!! minus the fact that i m still pimpin my energy level with Gee and Fire. lol.

I dont know what to say. i thin EVERY SINGLE MEMBER IS FUCKING SEXY. cept that Aoi-sama looks like sex itself in my eyes <3 HE IS SO DAMN HOT HOT HOT. sia la. actually i only listen to their songs usually, but i started watchin the pvs recently...and FUCK.

cockroach Aoi is SMEX. he looks hot anyway. whether its licking guitar or smoking <3 even though i dont promote smoking...but fuck. i will forgive him even if he purposely speak to me with a cigarette cos he is so damn fucking hot <3 BUAY TAHAN CAN

and den is the Baretta obsession. shit man. this one is obvious. AoiUru couple play. brings the thrills down the spine >w< <33333>

GUREN!!!! FUCK LUH you know. like. the lyrics, and the pv. my friend asked me why was i frowning. I DIN KNOW. HAHAHAHAHA i was watchin the pv and i went > I DONT KNOW. shit hot i tell you. all the members looks so far away ;A; Aoi should have more screen time. so does kai. stop shootin so much of Ruki la!!!! the whole setting and singing sends shivers sia...really damn.... <3>

the pv which i irk the most is probably filth in the beauty...fucking ugly pv. keep shootin that fat guy. why cant joo use a bishie guy ;A; anyhowwwwwww...gazette is still hot <3>

and i cant find toguro. great. hahahaha.

anyhow below are the ENGLISH lyrics MWYAHAHAHAHAAHA jus for the heck of it >3 WALL OF TEXT AHEAD~~~~ read if you can. i really love the lyrics.

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All lyrics by kiyoshiru of ELGAY~~~~i do not take credit 8D

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- Baretta バレッタ　-

"The sunflowers which get wet in the rain wish for us to meet again
So that they can watch over us ... They await the day on which they bloom with a gentle face"

I'm looking in the the puddles, you're floating in them even now I feel you by my side
But while passing you, the hand which scolded you hurts even now

You showed me the silence that follows you
It cannot be called happiness, because the kaleidoscope will surely not make forget the calmness of that day

If you get close to this voice which is heard you're just completely bewildered by desire
Melting little by little, I remember and wish that day to be reflected again

"Don't go", I begged
This May, just like at that day, the final rain and goodbye
Soak and shake the second time of meeting again
Because it was just a dream after all you're probably laughing at me

I feel it with my touching fingertips The sorrows of what will be tomorrow don't become words
More than embracing it, the truth of the two of us in my heart is just vanishing

It was only a little like this dreamlike day When my last words passed gently

"Don't forget", I begged
This June, just like at that day, the sun on the sky after the first rain
Told me about the second farwell
Because it was just a dream after all you laughed at me, it must have been an agonizing dream

You're living the day on which you're staring at that left behind Baretta

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- Cockroach -

Deeply　corrupted　squirming on the ground
Me, who has grown wings that aren't noticed, "aren't I beautiful ?"
Is my "inappropriate" behaviour not suitable ? I'm fine with that
I am alive, you rotten very fuck'in doubter !

Natural born trash human
Natural born worthless fellow
Natural born rebel spirit
It is good as orange rotted

I extend my hand　but I cannot reach the wall I'm staring at

Do you see this muzzle that aims at your head now?
Now by this hand in a free cockroach some time
Do you see this muzzle that aims at your head now?
I am seen. in the future when you fall on ground...

If I extend my hand　I want to believe that I can reach it

Natural born trash human
Natural born worthless fellow
Natural born rebel spirit
It is good as orange rotted !

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- Filth in the Beauty -

The reverse side of beauty
It dyed by beloved filth.

The firefly which sinks into the sea of glamour
Denial is a lie more than desire
I dye my body temperature with contradictions
My senses are worn out from the caresses
My youth that is melting into dancing is suddenly
filthily ...
My mind which falls

Your seed and my seed never mixes.
The connection of this blood is eternal.
You cannot finish suppressing the desire.
To true daughter ... [Sexual disgrace]

The pulsing "hunger" stops my breathing
Without understanding I want the crimson Lotus

Closet mind is distorted instability.
please release me before breaking.
How long...
In humiliation
The countless fatal scar was born.

[Sexual disgrace]

Prohibited bud...
Reckless driving cucumber...
The kin' collapses...
Near relatives on death...
The smell of a cigarette smell breath&shit
Moment that bitter white jam is mixed
Inside of a brain caused an error
and goes mad by the sweet bug [loop]

The tip of a tongue and hands crawl over my neck
I dye my desired facial expression in crimson

Closet mind is distorted instability.
please release me before breaking.
So long...
In humiliation
The final art is your dead face

Dad which fell to the trap

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- Guren 紅蓮　-

I'm sorry... For just a little while longer... Let me sleep with your name [on my mind]

Drawing close to you like in those bygone days of both grief and joy
Projecting with both hands my feelings for you through my weeping

Even as [my tears] fall, my sorrow still continues to be unknown
I lie in repose, running through my memories; what I see isn't enough for these eyes

I don't want you to fade away, my dear...
I want you to give me just one sigh
A tiny heartbeat, a cry
My dear, I want you to stay here

There must be another part to this dream that I can't let go of
But somehow it keeps getting interrupted...
Unable to summon happiness, I lose myself in the days that continue to pile one on top of the other

I don't want you to fade away, my dear...
I want you to give me just one sigh
A tiny heartbeat, a cry
My dear, I want you to stay here

"Even with this vague helping hand,
In a split second the cocoon's threads are torn apart and turn to ash"

I don't want you to fade away, my dear...
I want you to let me hear just one sigh
The sound of a tiny heartbeat that is carried on my indistinct prayer

I hold tightly to the name I can't call out
And count on my fingers the tomorrows that won't disappear
With deaf ears, I hear the sound of a cradle as it sways
The crimson lotus flower blooms in the springtime we can't get back

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- Toguro 蜷局　－

Spinning, spinning Under the swirling clouds
Spinning, spinning I dance in a spiral
Causing such a commotion, it clatters, clatters
Causing such a commotion, it clatters, clatters
That spiraling sound echoes tonight

Spinning, spinning It surrounds me
Spinning, spinning So, why don’t we play?
Causing such a commotion, it clatters, clatters
Causing such a commotion, it clatters, clatters
These spiraling sounds are caused by our obscene disturbance

Taking my hand in yours, entwined together, we paint [this picture]
Of these “dirty1 stains”, how many are like “you”?
What’s the reason you’re always ridiculing me?
The sound of your sing-song counting never ends

I’m the one you’re forcing to dance2
Experiencing nothing but a loss of control is painful
I’m finding it hard to breathe; I'm being choked
It repeats over and over, until nothing is left but this “cat’s cradle3”
It continues spilling from your parted lips, more and more
I recognize that sigh...
Tonight, death plays a trick on someone whose name he doesn't even know
This exposed wound drips with misplaced affection

[Spinning, spinning It surrounds me
Spinning, spinning So, why don’t we play?
Causing such a commotion, it clatters, clatters
Causing such a commotion, it clatters, clatters
These spiraling sounds are caused by our obscene disturbance]

[Taking my hand in yours, entwined together, we paint [this picture]
Of these “dirty stains”, how many are like “you”?
What’s the reason you’re always ridiculing me?
The sound of your sing-song counting never ends]

Of these “dirty stains”, how many are like “you”?
Of these “dirty stains”, how many are like “you”?
Of these “dirty stains”, how many are like “you”?
Of these “dirty stains”, how many are like “you”?
Of these “dirty stains”, how many are like...?]

To lose something for the sake of something else you want
How scary It’s unbearable

[I’m the one you’re forcing to dance
Experiencing nothing but a loss of control is painful
I’m finding it hard to breathe; I'm being choked
It repeats over and over, until nothing is left but this “cat’s cradle”
It continues spilling from your parted lips, more and more
I recognize that sigh...
Tonight, death plays a trick on someone whose name he doesn't even know
This exposed wound drips with misplaced affection]

It hurts, it hurts... It seems it’s not “you”
It hurts, it hurts... But it’s still not “you”

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Lyrics are <3>http://community.livejournal.com/gazette_lyrics/26157.html#cutid1