GLAY SHRINE

HELP BRING X JAPAN to INDONESIA

2011-06-22T22:34:00.000-07:00

HELP BRING X JAPAN to INDONESIA

Posted on June 23, 2011 by ASIAN MUSIC SHARING

please tweet @javamusikindo and tell this promoter that @yoshikiofficial of @xjapanofficial is interested to include Indonesia in their S.E Asia Tour

in Indonesian:

tolong bantu tweet @javamusikindo dan beritahukan bahwa @yoshikiofficial dari @xjapanofficial tertarik untuk menggelar konser di Indonesia sebagai bagian dari tur di Asia Tenggara.

GACKt Show Your Heart Pictures

2011-04-19T14:17:00.000-07:00

if you have joined the project, you may be able to find your photo on GACKT official website.

SHOW YOUR HEART!!!!

Here is the link http://gackt.com/show_your_heart/photo_report/index.html#area_w10

Message from TAKURO

2011-04-04T22:56:00.000-07:00

Hi Friends! It's me, Takuro.

First of all, I want to thank you for your prayers, thoughts, and support for JAPAN during this time of great adversity.
Together, I truely believe we'll be able to make it though this dark night.

Everyday we wake up to face the same great fears all of us share.
People have been strong, but the experience has left many of us emotionally exhausted.

I realize more than ever how important it is to express your emotions and feelings and not hold them inside.

I could feel my own fear and anxiety building up over the past weeks,
even though it was hard to pinpoint the cause.

Four days ago, I had a crappy day at the office, and I came home in a bad mood.
I was tired and got angry at my son when he started misbehaving before bedtime.
Finally, we got kids to bed and my wife soon joined them, leaving me alone in the living room
with the TV as my only company.
The nightly news, as usual, was showing images of all the terrible things that never seem to stop,
and I broke down and started crying like a baby.
I kept crying like that, and I guess I didn't realize my son had woken up and wandered into the living room. Seeing his father like that, I imagine he probably wanted to start crying too.
Instead, he walked up to me, held up his hands, and started wiping away my tears with the sleeves of his little pajamas.
I could't stop my tears.

The next day I woke up and it was clear to me that I need to be strong as a father, as a musician, and as a citizen of JAPAN.

Takuro

GLAY to Release Rare Collectives Vol 3 and 4

2011-01-06T04:02:00.000-08:00

2011.01.01
rare collectives Vol.3&4発売決定！
シングルカップリング曲、秘蔵音源、未収録曲、ライブ音源を集めたコンセプトアルバムの続編がついにリリース決定！3月9日2枚同時発売（予定）
この記事の詳細>>
「rare collectives vol.3」【初回限定盤スペシャル・エディション】CD2枚組 DVD 特典付きFLCL-0005　4700円（税込）＜CD＞収録曲詳細は後日発表＜DVD＞GLAY CONCERT TOUR 2004 X-RATED at 東京ベイNKホール【通常盤】CD2枚組FLCL-0006　2500円（税込）「rare collectives vol.4」【初回限定盤スペシャル・エディション】CD2枚組 DVD 特典付きFLCL-0007　4700円（税込）＜CD＞収録曲詳細は後日発表＜DVD＞ROCK SHOCK vol.4 at Shibuya O-EAST【通常盤】CD2枚組FLCL-0008　2500円（税込）

Rare Collectives vol.3 Special Edition [2CD+DVD, Limited Edition]

Features B-sides, covers, unreleased songs, live audio after the late 2003. Special edition includes a bonus DVD with footage of their live "GLAY CONCERT TOUR 2004 X-RATED" on March 15, 2004 at Tokyo Bay NK Hall. *Unless otherwise indicated, DVDs are region-2 encoded (Japan, Europe, and Middle East), and carry no subtitles.

Rare Collectives vol.4 Special Edition [2CD+DVD, Limited Edition]

Features B-sides, covers, unreleased songs, live audio after the late 2003. Special edition includes a bonus DVD with footage of their live "ROCK SHOCK VOL.4" on August 23, 2007 at Shibuya O-East. *Unless otherwise indicated, DVDs are region-2 encoded (Japan, Europe, and Middle East), and carry no subtitles.
source: GLAY OHP and CDJAPAN

credit : asianmusicsharing

Sugizo Myspace blog 5 Jan 2011

2011-01-06T03:51:00.001-08:00

Dear my friend Mick...

Mick Karn passed away on January 4,

and the world lost an irreplaceable talent.

For over half a year he had been fighting his illness,

and never ceased working on his album and sculpture up until the end.

His sounds, expressions, and presence cast a truly unique light,

and I loved his world from the bottom of my heart...

I pray for the eternal happiness of Mick, my precious friend.

Rest in Peace & Fly Away dear my friend...

SGZ

１月４日、ミック・カーンが逝った。

世界はかけがえのない才能をまた失った。

半年以上の闘病生活の最中、

彼は最後までアルバムと彫刻の制作の手を緩めなかった。

彼の音、表現、存在は唯一無二の光を放っていた。

俺は彼の世界を心から愛していた。。。

かけがえのない友、ミックの冥福を祈ります。

Rest in Peace & Fly Away dear my friend...

SGZ

GLAY at Mujintou Festival 2006

2010-11-30T21:47:00.000-08:00

download here

report broken link within 4 days

Je T'Aime anime

2010-11-27T15:42:00.000-08:00

GLAY Satellite of Love OST of the short anime Je T'Aime directed by Mamoru Oishii

download here

REGISTER and comment if you download the anime ^^

are you complete!?

2010-11-27T01:59:00.000-08:00

　当局では 2010年11月21日　渋谷TOWER RECORD　B1にて行われた
　「RX-72 DVD発売記念イベント」の終了に伴い、当案件を「mission」と命名
　12月の報告会にて、「mission」における一号機及び二号機パイロットの暴走
　及び任務遂行の放棄。それに伴い、「いかに現場の状況が混乱し過熱したか?」
　という観点から、「mission」を今一度検証する

　暴走中とみられるパイロット二名

HISASHI RX-72 @ US STREAM

2010-11-22T05:19:00.000-08:00

DVD発売記念イベントのUSTREAM生配信が決定!!

【日時】11月21日（sun）20:00スタート
【RX-72のUSTREAMページはこちら！】
http://www.ustream.tv/channel/rx72

【番組Twitter】 }
http://twitter.com/RX_72_TV/font>

【ハッシュタグ】
「 #RX72TV」（#の前に半角スペース）

GLAY Rock Around The World Concerts Date

2010-11-14T04:40:00.000-08:00

昨年行われたデビュー15周年のビッグイベント、日産スタジアムライブも記憶に新しいGLAY。
怒濤のアニバーサリーイヤーを終え、感動のカウントダウンライブで約束した2010年以降の全国ツアーが決定（ホール16公演＆アリーナ21公演）!!
新たなステージに向け、ついにGLAY本格始動!!

≫ホールツアーへ

2010年
11月	10日	(水)	大阪城ホール	17:30/18:30	夢番地(大阪) 06-6341-3525(平日12:00-19:00/土13:00-17:00)
	11日	(木)	大阪城ホール	17:30/18:30	夢番地(大阪) 06-6341-3525(平日12:00-19:00/土13:00-17:00)
	16日	(火)	日本武道館	17:30/18:30	ウドー音楽事務所 03－3402－5999 (平日11:00-19:00/土12：00-17：00)
	17日	(水)	日本武道館	17:30/18:30	ウドー音楽事務所 03－3402－5999 (平日11:00-19:00/土12：00-17：00)
	20日	(土)	朱鷺メッセ・新潟コンベンションセンター	16:00/17:00	キョードー北陸チケットセンター 025-245-5100(平日11:00-18:00/ 土･日10:00-17:00)
	23日	(火･祝)	静岡エコパアリーナ	16:00/17:00	サンデーフォークプロモーション(静岡)　　 054-284-9999(月-土10:00~18:00)
	27日	(土)	長野ビッグハット	16:00/17:00	キョードー北陸チケットセンター 025-245-5100(平日11:00-18:00/ 土･日10:00-17:00)
12月	4日	(土)	マリンメッセ福岡	16:00/17:00	キョードー西日本 092-714-0159( 平日10:00-19:00/土10:00-17:00)
	5日	(日)	マリンメッセ福岡	15:00/16:00	キョードー西日本 092-714-0159( 平日10:00-19:00/土10:00-17:00)
	11日	(土)	広島グリーンアリーナ	16:00/17:00	夢番地(広島) 082-249-3571(平日11:00-19:00/土12:00-17:00)
	18日	(土)	仙台・セキスイハイムスーパーアリーナ(グランディ21)	16:00/17:00	キョードー東北 022-217-7788(平日10:00-19:00/土10:00-17:00)
	25日	(土)	北海道立総合体育センターきたえーる	16:00/17:00	ウエス 011-614-9999(平日11:00-18:00)
	26日	(日)	北海道立総合体育センターきたえーる	15:00/16:00	ウエス 011-614-9999(平日11:00-18:00)
2011年
1月	7日	(金)	日本ガイシホール(愛知)	17:30/18:30	サンデーフォークプロモーション 052-320-9100(全日10:00-18:00)
	8日	(土)	日本ガイシホール(愛知)	16:00/17:00	サンデーフォークプロモーション 052-320-9100(全日10:00-18:00)
	15日	(土)	横浜アリーナ	16:00/17:00	キョードー横浜 045-671-9911(月-土10:00-18:00)
	16日	(日)	横浜アリーナ	15:00/16:00	キョードー横浜 045-671-9911(月-土10:00-18:00)
	29日	(土)	大阪城ホール	16:00/17:00	夢番地(大阪) 06-6341-3525(平日12:00-19:00/土13:00-17:00)
	30日	(日)	大阪城ホール	15:00/16:00	夢番地(大阪) 06-6341-3525(平日12:00-19:00/土13:00-17:00)
2月	5日	(土)	さいたまスーパーアリーナ	15:00/16:00	ウドー音楽事務所 03－3402－5999 (平日11:00-19:00/土12：00-17：00)
2月	6日	(日)	さいたまスーパーアリーナ	14:00/15:00	ウドー音楽事務所 03－3402－5999 (平日11:00-19:00/土12：00-17：00)
チケット一般発売日前半(2010年分)：10月30日(土）/後半（2011年分）：後半11月28日(日）　チケット料金：指定席￥7,350(消費税込み）※3才未満のお子様のご入場はできません。また、3才以上のお子様はチケットが必要となります。 ※GLAYオフィシャルFan Club HAPPY SWING会員及びGLAY MOBILE会員の方には6月末にチケット先行受付のご案内をいたします。

Cosplay Quesioner

2009-11-24T04:14:00.000-08:00

isi yahhh.....

1. Menurut kamu , apa sih cosplay itu?....
2. Apakah kamu suka ber-cosplay ?....
a. ya (lanjut ke no.3)
b. tidak , jika tidak, kenapa?....
3. Kenapa kamu suka bercos-play?....
a. ingin merasakan chemistry dari character yg dibawakan
b. show off kreatifitas
c. sekedar ikutan
d. lainnya….
4. Apa yg kamu rasakan saat ber-cosplay?....
a. bangga
b. senang
c. malu
d. lainnya…
5. Cosplay apa yg kamu suka ?....
a. game
b. anime
c. j-rock
d. manga
e. lainnya…
6. Cosplay kamu berasal dari?....
a. beli (stop di nomor 8)
b. bikin sendiri
c. bikin di penjahit
d. lainnya…
7. Cosplay kamu mewakili character dari negara mana ?....
a. jepang
b. amerika
c. lainnya...
8. Budget yang kamu habiskan rata –rata ?....
a. < 100.000
b. > 100.00-500.000
c. > 500.000
9. Apakah kamu pernah membuat cosplay original?....
a. ya
b. tidak
10. Kenapa membuat cosplay original?....
a. Ingin tampil beda
b. Unjuk kreativitas
c. Bosan dg cosplay yg ada.
d. Lainnya….
11. Kenapa kamu membuat cosplay sendiri ?....
a. hemat biaya
b. bisa lebih berkreasi
c. tidak ada pejahit yg cocok
d. kostum tidak dijual dimanapun
e. lainnya
12. Apakah kamu membeli material baru untuk cosplaymu (tidak mendaur ulang bahan- bahan yang sudah ada ?....
a. ya
b. tidak
c. mix, kadang beli, kadang merubah yg sudah ada
13. Apakah kamu membuat cosplay untuk orang lain?....
a. ya
b. tidak
14. Apa kegiatan cosplay mengangu kegiatan sehari-hari mu?....
15. Berapa kamu dibayar untuk cosplay yang kamu punya ?...
a. <100.000
b. 100.000 – 500.000
c. >500.000

Happy 5th Anniver~

2009-03-31T19:57:00.001-07:00

Happy 5th Anniversary!!

I’ve been into GLAY fandom for 5 years. I’m proud to be a fan of GLAY ^^

There‘re people who ‘v been in the same fandom for more than 5 years right..

Eventhough I haven’t see their concert. But I hope, one day I will be able to see GLAY live,,, I hope It would be an EXPO…

Ohohoho.. i wanna be in the front row XDXDXD

Am I being too much?? Wakkakak..

Since I’m just a student, don’t have much money. I’ve to wait for a loooooongg time. Until I able to gain my own money.. Wait for me GLAY!!

ee..too..

The song which has successfully made me into GLAY is.. “Special Thanks”

Special Thanks to Jiro’s opening bass line.. it is very touching.. and beautifull.. *melts*

I wanna c GLAY performing this song more often.. I’ve only seen this song in a concert. Hope they can perform this beautiful song more often just like Pure Soul, I’m in love, and Yuuwaku.

Well.. then..

I’m gonna talk about GLAY transfer from Unlimited Records to EMI..

As for me, there are many differences!
GLAY used to hold EXPO many times. But they haven’t held any since they moved to EMI!!

There are also lacks of promotion ever since GLAY moved to EMI! OMG! It makes the sales goes down drastically!
I miss their concert in a big dome, awesome stage, and backstage dvd.. ToT

It’s not only me who think about this issue.. my friends also share the same thought..

So, for all of you, GLAY fans all over the world… lets buy GLAY original cd/dvd! If u are able to buy the original one. Please support GLAY by purchasing the original cd/dvd.

I also try my best to save money, so I’ll be able to buy their original cd/dvd.

I wish that I can get all of their original goodies as well.. ^^

Saa.. minna san..

3q

-Love&thanks-

GLAY rocks for "Blood: The Last Vampire"

2009-03-26T20:50:00.000-07:00

Rock band GLAY has written the theme song for the Hong Kong-France collaborative live-action film "Blood: The Last Vampire" (titled "Last Blood" in Japan), which is based on the well-known animated film of the same name. The band was appointed to the task by producer Bill Kong.

The title of the song is "I am xxx." It will be used in the Asian releases of the film, which will start with 11 countries on May 29, including Japan, China, and Taiwan. GLAY hopes to also have their music used in the film's European and American releases.

GLAY leader TAKURO (37) commented, "Different from the past GLAY music, the song has a heavy and dark sound. We created it to match the image of the cries from the heart of the movie's heroine, who possesses a sad fate." The film features Korean actress Jun Ji-hyun ("My Sassy Girl," "Windstruck") and Japanese actress Koyuki.

GLAY's single will be released on May 25.

source: tokyograph

Takuro message Saturday 21/03/2009

2009-03-22T16:05:00.000-07:00

Message from TAKURO

Hi It’s me again!

Finally spring has come.
I was born in HOKKAIDO where it’s cold most of the time,
so I’m supposed to be used to cold weather.
However I’ve been in TOKYO for so long,
these days I can’t stand the cold.

Thank you for all your replies to my last post.
It’s clear that all of us would take the time to tell people closest to us that we love them if we had only one day to live.

It must be an important thing to say.
Let’s not wait until our last day to say it!

The final days of recording are just around the corner.
We’re putting the finishing touches on ten new songs.
Two songs will be used in our “GREAT VACATION” project.
What we’re doing is coupling the new songs with tickets for each of our two shows at NISSAN STUDIUM this summer.
An idea this crazy and unique could only have come from TERU.
There is a popular slang expression “KY” (“KUUKI YOMENAI”, ask your Japanese friends what it means!)
In our group, everyone says “TY” (TERU YOMENAI),
because he’s so unpredictable! On stage, in the studio, in private, and when coming up with good ideas!

One song will be our next single.
That’s right we have another one coming up in MAY!
Of course I’m excited about it.
But don’t take my word for it.
Here’s what my friend GARY had to say about it.

“WAVE after WAVE of PURE GLAY POWER in an OCEAN of MAJESTIC SOUND!
Get READY for the RIDE of your LIFE!
It’s their HEAVIEST song since HEAVY GAUGE! “

Get the picture?

Until next time!
TAKURO

GLAY new upcoming single "I am xxx"

2009-03-22T15:42:00.000-07:00

Tuesday 17/03/2009

New single saled on 25th May

41th single"I am xxx" will be in storers on May 25 on that day of the debut 15 of the anniversary.
150,000 piece complete production limited Edition:
CD DVD (DREAM BOX specification)
title: I am xxx price: ..1500 (including tax)
1.I am xxx
2.I am xxx (Instrumental)
3.Album flash (working title)
DVD include the footage of the member production live done in April

Normal Edition: CD
Price: 500 yen (including tax)
1.I am xxx
2.I am xxx (Instrumental)
3.Album flash (working title)

- Specification and privilege:
DREAM BOX similar to "SAY YOUR DREAM" and gorgeous specification, and the production limitation board usually differs and schedules the [jake] with the board.
- Production limitation board DVD:
DVD assistant who already collected image of "Member production live" done in April immediately before release.

Super Junior - Sorry, Sorry lyric

2009-03-12T20:23:00.000-07:00

SORRY SORRY - SUPER JUNIOR

Chorus:

Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry
Naega naega naega munjuh
Nehgae nehgae nehgae bbajuh bbajuh bbajuh party baby
Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty
Noonee booshuh booshuh booshuh
Soomee makhyuh makhyuh makhyuh
Naega micheo micheo baby

Baraboneun noonbit sokeh
Noonbit sokkeh naneun machi
Naneun micheo mwuheh holin nom
Eejen busuhnajido mothae
Guluhohneun nuheh moseup
Nuheh moseup nuhnen machi
Nae shimjangeul balbgo watnabwah
Eejen busuhnajido mothae

Uhdeel gana dangdanghageh
Ootneun nuhneun maeryukjuk
Chakhan yeoja ilshikeeran
Saenggakdeuleun bopyunjuk
Dohdohageh guhchim ubgae
Jungmahl nuhneun hwansangjuk
Dohleekeel soo ubseulmankeum
Naegae bbajuh buhryuseo

Repeat Chorus

Hey girl girl girl girl girl girl girl
Noonmanddeumyun ni saenggak Hey girl
Janakkehnah sashil nuh hana bakeh ahnboyuh
Mahlhaebwah ni mameh naega
Mahlhaebwah jari jabatneunji
Mahlhaejo naegeh mahlhaejo
Naneun babo babo babo

Joobyun saramdeuleun malhhae
Naega nuhmoo jukgeukjuk
Ee saesahngeh geurun saram
Uhdee handooleenyahgo
Geuguhl molla geunyuhl molla
Shigihamyuh haneun mahl
Naegae boorupdamyun geugun
Geudaedeulee geeneun guh

Repeat Chorus
Let’s dance dance dance dance (x3)

Hey eejen geuman naegae wahjooleh
Jungmahl michil gutman gatah yeah
Nan neoman saranghago shippo
Juhldeh dashi hanoon pahl saenggak ubseo hey

Aeineerakiboda chingookateun
Naega dwehgo shippeo
Neoeh modeun gomin seulpeum
Hahmkkeh ganjeekhagopa
Dashi ubseul mankeum mankeum
Nuhruhl nuhmoo saranghae
Naega bahran saram niga baro geu
that that that girl

Repeat Chorus

Credit : shappirepearls.com

Translation :

Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry
I I I first
For you for you for you I fell
fell fell fallen baby
Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty
Eyes are blinding blinding blinding
Breathe is stifled stifled stifled
I’m going crazy crazy baby

[Siwon] Inside the glaze that stares back at me
Inside the glaze it’s as if I’m
As if I’m a guy bewitched bye something
I can’t even escape it now

[Hankyung] The way you look when you walk over
The way you look it’s as if
You came and stepped on my heart on the way
I can’t even escape it now

[Ryeowook] Wherever you go you confidently
Smile, your attractiveness

[Sungmin] A rare beauty and a good girl
Universally thought of

[Ryeowook] Proudly, without stopping
You’re really like a fantasy

[Sungmin] So much that people can’t change their mind about it
I’ve fallen for you

Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry
I I I first
For you for you for you I fell
fell fell fallen baby
Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty
Eyes are blinding blinding blinding
Breathe is stifled stifled stifled
I’m going crazy crazy baby
Ddanddan ddanddada dda ddaranddan
Ddanddan ddanddada dda
I’ve fallen baby
Ddanddan ddanddada dda ddaranddan
Ddanddan ddanddada dda ddarabbabbara

[Donghae] Hey girl gir gir gir gir gir girl i
When I open my eyes I think of you Hey girl
Asleep or awake, the truth is I can only see you

[Kangin] Tell me in your heart I
Tell me did I get a spot
Tell me tell me please
I’m stupid stupid stupid

[Ryeowook] People in my surroundings tell me
I’m too aggressive

[Eunhyuk] In this world that sort of person
Not as though there are only one or two of them

[Ryeowook] You don’t know you don’t know her
Words that they say in jealousy

[Eunhyuk] If you’re jealous of me
Then they are going to lose

Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry
I I I first
For you for you for you I fell
fell fell fallen baby
Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty
Eyes are blinding blinding blinding
Breathe is stifled stifled stifled
I’m going crazy crazy baby
Ddanddan ddanddada dda ddaranddan
Ddanddan ddanddada dda
I’ve fallen baby
Ddanddan ddanddada dda ddaranddan
Ddanddan ddanddada dda ddarabbabbara

Let’s dance dance dance dance
Let’s dance dance dance dance
Let’s dance dance dance dance
dance dance

[Yesung] Hey will you come to me now
I feel like going to really go crazy yeah

[Kyuhyun] I want to only love you
I will never think of looking at anyone else hey

[Eeteuk] Rather than a lover, a friend
Is what I’d rather like to be

All of your thoughts and sadness
I want to keep

[Eeteuk] As if as if you might not exist
I love you so much
The person that I expect is you
that that that girl

Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry
I I I first
For you for you for you I fell
fell fell fallen baby
Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty
Eyes are blinding blinding blinding
Breathe is stifled stifled stifled
I’m going crazy crazy baby

credit: mylovelylhj

STILL LOVE featuring TERU (GLAY)

2009-03-05T17:45:00.000-08:00

watch this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSkAVNGsdXc

credit to the owner..

just downloaded it..
it's very awesome

hikss..hikss..

miss u teru....

GLAY15周年×TSUTAYA RECORDS コラボレーション企画特典CD付きチケットをTSUTAYAにて期間限定販売開始

2009-02-26T14:27:00.000-08:00

GLAY15周年×TSUTAYA RECORDS コラボレーション企画特典CD付きチケットをTSUTAYAにて期間限定販売開始

2009年02月20日15時09分 / 提供：PR TIMES

GLAYデビュー15周年アニバーサリーイヤー
8月15日（土）/16日（日）「GLAY 15th Anniversary Special Live 2009　THE GREAT VACATION in NISSAN STADIUM　supported by TSUTAYA RECORDS」を開催
GLAY15周年×TSUTAYA RECORDS コラボレーション企画
特典CD（オリジナル書き下ろし楽曲）付きチケットをTSUTAYAにて期間限定販売開始

　有限会社ラバーソウル（本社：東京都目黒区、取締役：鎌瀬直人、以下ラバーソウル）と株式会社TSUTAYA（本社：東京都渋谷区、代表取締役社長：木村元昭）は、ラバーソウル所属アーティスト「GLAY」のデビュー15周年記念公演として8月15日（土）、16日（日）に日産スタジアム（神奈川県横浜市）において開催する「GLAY 15th Anniversary Special Live 2009 THE GREAT VACATION in NISSAN STADIUM supported by TSUTAYA RECORDS」の「特典CD（オリジナル書き下ろし楽曲）付きチケット」を3月25日（水）より取り扱い開始いたします。
　　
　本公演は、GLAYが15周年の感謝の気持ちを込めて贈る2日間の特別なコンサートで、8月15日は「ROCK」、8月16日は「LOVE」をコンセプトとした、一部異なる内容のコンサートとして企画中であり、1日につき7万人の方々にご来場いただくことを計画しております。

　今回、新たな試みとして、全国のTSUTAYA RECORDS（※1）において、3月25日（水）よりGLAYオフィシャル会員様向けの「特典CD（オリジナル書き下ろし楽曲）付きチケット」先行販売分の特典を店頭で引き渡し開始します。また、4月14日（火）よりTSUTAYA RECORDSのお客様向け「特典CD（オリジナル書き下ろし楽曲）付きチケット」の特典の店頭での引き渡しを開始いたします。
　どちらもTSUTAYA RECORDS店頭における期間限定販売となり、事前に予約受付を完了してご当選された方が特典CD（オリジナル書き下ろし楽曲）付きチケットをご購入いただけます。

　チケットとオリジナル書き下ろし楽曲のCDを組みあわせた販売は、コンサート公演ではこれまでにない取り組みであり、GLAYとTSUTAYA RECORDSは、新しいエンターテインメントの楽しみ方の実現を目指します。

※1　TSUTAYA RECORDSとは、TSUTAYAのCD・DVD販売売場の名称です。

■コンサートについて
名称：GLAY 15th Anniversary Special Live 2009　
　THE GREAT VACATION in NISSAN STADIUM
　supported by TSUTAYA RECORDS
日時：2009年8月15日（土）開場15：00　開演17：00
　2009年8月16日（日）開場15：00　開演17：00
場所：日産スタジアム（神奈川県横浜市港北区小机町3300番地）
アーティスト：GLAY
チケット料金：指定席7,800円（消費税込）
チケット一般発売日　　：2009年7月11日（土）より、各プレイガイドにて発売
※雨天決行（荒天の場合、中止）

■チケットについて
異なるコンセプトの2日間の公演に合わせ、特典CDのオリジナル書き下ろし楽曲も2種類用意しております。

１. 8月15日（土）公演チケット
価格：7,800円（消費税込）
特典：CD（オリジナル書き下ろし楽曲）8月15日公演分（２.の楽曲とは異なります）
２. 8月16日（日）公演チケット
価格：7,800円（消費税込）
特典：CD（オリジナル書き下ろし楽曲）8月16日公演分（１.の楽曲とは異なります）

注：本特典CD（オリジナル書き下ろし楽曲）は、2009年3月4日（水）発売のニューシングル「SAY YOUR DREAM」(発売元：EMI ミュージックジャパン)とは異なります。公演のチケットをご購入いただいた方へのプレゼントという設定となります。
また、TSUTAYA RECORDSオリジナル特典としてGLAYクリアファイルもプレゼント予定。
注：チケットのご購入にあたって、チケット代金のほかにシステム利用料・発券手数料・入金手数料などが別途発生します。
注：GLAYオフィシャル会員組織及びTSUTAYA RECORDSの先行販売以外は、チケットのみの取り扱いとなり、特典CD（オリジナル書き下ろし楽曲）は付きません。

■チケット購入の流れ

◎GLAYオフィシャルFan Club「HAPPY SWING」会員様
◎GLAYオフィシャルWeb Site「HAPPY SWING MEMBERS SITE」会員様
◎GLAYオフィシャルMobile Site「GLAY MOBILE」会員様

1）2009年3月13日（金）までに、PC・ケータイから専用サイトにアクセスして先行抽選予約の申し込み、または電話で申し込み。
2）予約受付締切後に抽選を行ない、当選された方全員に「チケット代金専用払込取扱票」を発送。発送は3月17日（火）頃を予定。
3）当選された方は「チケット代金専用払込取扱票」を持参の上、3月25日（水）から4月5日（日）までに、TSUTAYA RECORDSにて入金。その場で特典CDを受取。
4）入金確認後、座席抽選を実施し、公演約2週間前にチケットを簡易書留にて発送。
※お近くにTSUTAYA RECORDSがない会員様向けにコンビニ・郵便局での入金方法もご用意しております。

◎TSUTAYA RECORDSのお客様
1）2009年3月17日（火）から4月5日（日）までに、PC・ケータイから専用サイトにアクセスして
抽選予約申し込み。
2）予約受付締切後に抽選を行ない、当選された方全員に「チケット代金専用払込取扱票」を発送。発送は4月8日（水）頃を予定。
3）当選された方は「チケット代金専用払込取扱票」を持参の上、4月11日（土）から4月19日（水）までにTSUTAYA RECORDSにて入金。その場で特典CDを受取。
4）入金確認後、座席抽選を実施し、公演約2週間前にチケットを簡易書留にて発送。
※TSUTAYA RECORDS以外での入金方法はご用意しておりません。

本取り組みにつきましては、TSUTAYA onlineのGLAY15周年×TSUTAYAコラボサイトにて詳細を随時お知らせしてまいります。　　
GLAY15周年×TSUTAYAコラボサイト　http://tsutaya.jp/glay/（PC・ケータイ共通）

GLAYオフィシャルWEBサイト http://www.glay.co.jp/
GLAYオフィシャルMobileサイト http://glaymobile.jp/

一般のお客様からのお問合せ先

チケット申込み全般に関するお問い合わせ
GLAYチケット事務局：TEL 03-6746-0567（平日 10:00～17:00）

公演に関するお問い合わせ
キョードー横浜：TEL045-671-9911（月～土 10:00～18:00）

taken from:

http://news.livedoor.com/article/detail/4027005/

GLAY myspace: Takuro message

2009-02-26T14:16:00.000-08:00

Thursday 19/02/2009

Message from TAKURO

Hey everyone!
Long time no see!
I'm hanging in there! How about you guys?
Did you survive the holidays and new year alright?

I haven't forgotten about this page and my friends here.
I've been meaning to write, but I just haven't had the time.
I've had a lot on my mind lately, some of it band stuff,some of it family stuff.
Actually, the biggest thing on my mind these days has been the passing of a friend of mine.
Her passing came as a bit of a shock as she was so young.
In many ways it feels like she's still with us, and it's been hard for me to come to grips with the fact that she's gone.
She was a strong and energetic lady, and she fought bravely against the cancer that eventually took her.

Today is the 49 day memorial, which is a traditional Buddhist custom.
Tonight I will be remembering my friend and drying my tears.

Tomorrow is a new day.
I will keep her spirit alive inside of me as I go on my way.

2009 is the year of "THE GREAT VACATION".
All will be revealed soon.
STAY TUNED!!

luv/TAKURO/peace

Lee Jun Ki cyworld: Our... Beautiful Times

2009-02-22T14:30:00.000-08:00

Our....Beautiful Times..
2009.02.18 - 12:03 p.m.

Before making the decision.... I was afraid..

Only I wouldn’t help alleviate anything.
And I also wonder if I could give them as much love as they needed.
No, it sure was a reality, but how would I communicate and all…
I kept asking myself over and over again…

Each day that we were together, I realized.
Not that I give something to them, instead I ended up learning a lot from them. Reality.
It wasn’t hard. I kept the hardness inside without knowing it.

The day we left, senior Kim Ha Neul and I cried warm tears (tears of happiness?)
No, It was just teary eyes.
Sad, too, happy, too, a blurred feeling.
What can I do..
It wasn’t enough.
Either to them, or to us…

It was good times
I feel sorry for them
It was more like our times than theirs.

I love you..
I love you..

I miss you.
Dimas, Vicky, Oteuri and granny..
Take care of your health..

p.s. A very big love from my fans
you guys always make me feel ashamed. Every little cent will not be wasted.
They’ll have their playground, sport equipment, computer room and all.
I have to thank you all, our family.
Thank you

Together with our Indonesian family, thank you for your love.
Fans from each and every country have the same heart,
beautiful and always look after me, never change.
No difference, no matter where you are, my family.

I love you.
Thank you.

Korean to English Translations by: CheonHye of Lee Jun-ki Crunchyroll Fan Group
Lee Jun-ki Crunchyroll Fan Group

MYV graduated from PSC

2009-02-17T16:01:00.000-08:00

My dear fans all over the world.

To All Komiyavi
Firstly, Happy Valentine’s Day!!

Thank you for all your time, support and so much love.

Today I have a kind of bitter announcement:

I’ve decided to “graduate” from PS company, with whom I’ve been affiliated for the past ten years, after my concert at Hibiya Yagai Ongakudo on April 5th.

After the event at Budokan on January 3rd,
I looked up at the far-reaching sky and horizon over the sea in Okinawa for the first time in all these years, and decided to think about my one and only life 10 or 20 years down the road.

Thought about myself as an artist,
how to face to fans and people who support me,

thought and thought and got tired, and took nap and woke up and thought and thought,

took a shower, and thought and thought,

got hungry and had a light meal, and thought and thought,

walked along the sea and thought and thought,

Then, before I realized, it was morning.

And I watched the sun rising from the sea
Without thinking I spontaneously started to cry.

Neither sad nor happy tears

I just cried.

And decided.

It’s neither a sad thing nor a happy thing

I made a decision for my own bright feature.
At least, I believe so.

I’ll talk about the how and why
in another way or something, some other time.

We achieved great success at the agency’s 10th anniversary concert, and I fulfilled my role as representative of all the affiliated bands
The agency started its 11th year of activity without any problems.
That’s one of my main reasons.

Of course, I’ll keep on singing “Peace&Smile” like always.

Above all, I want to express my thanks to Chief Executive Mr.Ozaki, who was surprised to hear this but understood after great reflection.
To all staff who worked through blood, sweat and tears to be my hands, legs and sometimes even like my body, thank you, thank you very much.

I know that no matter which road I choose, it’s a thorny path.
So think I should live in a way I won’t regret when I’m looking back on myself 10 or 20 years from now.

Hope we’ll be able to have sweet sweet dreams instead of chocolates that makes cavities in our teeth.
I hope we can all have SWEET dreams.

Happy braintine’s day.

Miyavi

note; i wonder what he's gonna do next..

>3<

myv hansarammaneul

Lee Jun Ki raps for Sori

2009-02-15T16:07:00.000-08:00

What’s with all these actors wanting to be rappers? (Case in point: Jang Geun-seok, So Ji-sub.)

Now it’s Iljimae’s Lee Junki, who’s teaming up with rookie singer Sori. He’ll be featured as guest rapper on her song “Pinky Finger.”

According to Sori’s management, “Lee Junki’s participation in this recording came after he received the request from his good friend Poppin’ Hyun-joon.” Dancer and rapper Poppin’ Hyun-joon (who was in the film Fly, Daddy, Fly with Lee) is under the same management and is directing choreography for Sori, who is busy preparing for her debut.

Lee Junki isn’t completely new to kpop; he recorded a digital single in 2007 and has been known to sing at his fanmeetings (listen below). He’s also reportedly working on his own solo music.

Sori (full name Kim So-ri) was featured in the musical The Ballerina Who Loves a B Boy in the ballerina role; her debut album “Lip” goes on sale on the 19th.

Via OSEN
Credit: dramabeans, javabeans

Otanjoubi Omedetou HISASHI - GLAY

2009-02-01T14:52:00.000-08:00

REAL NAME
Hisashi Tonomura

DATE OF BIRTH
2 February, 1972

STARSIGN
Aquarius

BLOOD TYPE
O

EYESIGHT
1.5/1.5

HEIGHT/WEIGHT
168cm/51kg

SUIT SIZE
S

SHOE SIZE
25cm

HOMETOWN
Hakodate, Hokkaido

PLACE OF BIRTH
Hirosaki-shi, Aomori-ken

FAMILY
Mother, older brother

FAVORITE CIGARETTE
KOOL

RADIO SHOW
Cyber Net City~Hisashi's Radio Jack~ (ended)

OCCUPATION
Guitarist for GLAY

GUITARS:

Holly ST-65 BBR
Burny LC-70RR
Fender Japan TLG80-550
Greco EGW-100
Burny RSG-55
Burny E-100
Fernandes APG-100
Fernandes APG-85S
Burny RLC-70
Burny RSG-60
Gibson SG '64
Journeyman #015
Gibson LP SPECIAL
Takamine NPT-110-12
Takamine PT-406
Takamine PT-209-12 CUSTOM MODEL
Gibson FLYING V '58 (Natu)
Gibson FLYING V '80 (Kulo)
Gibson FLYING V
Fernandes ZO-3
Journeyman DINKY STRAT HSS-02 (White)
Journeyman DINKY STRAT HSS-02 (Pink)
Rickenbacker
Tokai Talbo ALUMINIUM CLEAR
Tokai Talbo LFO JETSPEEDER
Tokai Talbo PLATINUM RED
Tokai Talbo PLATINUM BLACK
Tokai Talbo PLATINUM BLACK
Tokai Talbo PLATINUM BLACK
Tokai Talbo CRYSTAL
Tokai Talbo ALL CRYSTAL
Tokai Talbo CRYSTAL BLUE (SUSTAINER)
Tokai Talbo CRYSTAL BLUE (EMG)
Tokai Talbo CRYSTAL BLUE
Tokai Talbo (Swamp Ash Body)
Tokai Talbo (Walnut Body)
Tokai Talbo STEAM V-10
Journeyman TELECASTER
Gibson LP CUSTOM
Gibson ES-335
Fender JAGUAR
Fender STRATOCASTER
K. Yairi ENJOY (Part-1)
K. Yairi WEIR-3ESB
K. Yairi YD-73-12
K. Yairi YD-72E
K. Yairi WY-1K

SOUND TOOLS:

RACK
COMPACT EFFECTOR
ALL ACCESS
GCX GROUND CONTROL
KORG DTR-1
SPEAKERS
AMPS
GUITAR STAND
FOOT PEDAL
PEDAL EFFECTS
STRINGS
LASER GUN

PETS

He calls his pet lizard, Yamo (Yamori). He lives in his living room. Yamo came from outside and he caught him. He's been into these kinds of animals (like cats, rabbits, and insects) since he was young. He has a korogi (a kind of small black insect) in his room. Korogi is food for Yamo. He doesn't think Yamo is cute because he's slow to react. He never puts Yamo in his hand. He says this name is also temporary. Hisashi’s cat is Ayu. He took several pics of her. Seems like he treasures his cat so much…

ARIGATO

A compilation of Hisashi's essays, "Ariden," from GiGS magazine since '95.
This book will show you not only everything about his essays, but also stories that have been hidden about "Ariden" that Hisashi wrote and revealed;
plus Hisashi will introduce his favorite cyber goods and worn-out machines;
his first guitar and Flying V; interviews that are looking for the truth
about guitarists; artwork that was drawn using the Mac; photo
sessions that are going to surprise you, etc.
This is 100% Hisashi's book that is full of ideas of Hisashi himself from
production to design.
Price Yen 2,300
Size A5
Pages 176
Bonus Mazther Hackers special sticker

credit to whom they belong~

WE WILL NOT GO DOWN (Song for Gaza)

2009-01-20T14:57:00.000-08:00

WE WILL NOT GO DOWN (Song for Gaza)
(Composed by Michael Heart)

A blinding flash of white light
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they’re dead or alive

They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze

We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight

Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who’s wrong or right

But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze

We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight

SONG FOR GAZA

"We will not go down"

Dear friends,

I have been overwhelmed by the warmth and the friendship you have all given me in response to my song for Gaza, "We Will Not Go Down". I am doing my best to go through your numerous messages, emails and comments, and ask you to kindly bear with me until I am able to do so. Please forgive me if I am not able to respond to each and everyone of you; but please also know that I really appreciate your messages.

My original intention to donate proceeds from the sale of the MP3 to charity has been complicated by technical matters; therefore, I have decided to make the song available free of charge. I would like to request that after downloading the song from this page, you kindly donate directly to a charity or an organization dedicated to alleviate the suffering of the Palestinian people. Worthy of note is UNRWA (United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East), which has been helping Palestinian refugees since their dispossession in 1949. Please click here to donate through them: http://www.un.org/unrwa/

Thank you for your continued encouragement of my work as a musician, for your purchases of my CD, and for spreading the song, the video and the message as you have been doing. I am grateful for every demonstration of support I have received from you, and for every thought and prayer that has gone to the people of Gaza.

Sincerely,

Michael Heart

credit as tagged...

In Memoriam verse CXXI-CXXXI

2009-01-14T14:13:00.000-08:00

CXXI.
Sad Hesper o’er the buried sun: And ready, thou, to die with him,; Thou watchest all things ever dim
And dimmer, and a glory done:
The team is loosen’d from the wain,: The boat is drawn upon the shore;; Thou listenest to the closing door,
And life is darken’d in the brain.
Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night,: By thee the world’s great work is heard; Beginning, and the wakeful bird;
Behind thee comes the greater light:
The market boat is on the stream,: And voices hail it from the brink;; Thou hear’st the village hammer clink,
And see’st the moving of the team.
Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double name: For what is one, the first, the last,; Thou, like my present and my past,
Thy place is changed; thou art the same.: CXXII.
Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then,: While I rose up against my doom,; And yearn’d to burst the folded gloom,
To bare the eternal Heavens again,
To feel once more, in placid awe,: The strong imagination roll; A sphere of stars about my soul,
In all her motion one with law;
If thou wert with me, and the grave: Divide us not, be with me now,; And enter in at breast and brow,
Till all my blood, a fuller wave,
Be quicken’d with a livelier breath,: And like an inconsiderate boy,; As in the former flash of joy,
I slip the thoughts of life and death;
And all the breeze of Fancy blows,: And every dew-drop paints a bow,; The wizard lightnings deeply glow,
And every thought breaks out a rose.: CXXIII.
There rolls the deep where grew the tree.: O earth, what changes hast thou seen!; There where the long street roars, hath been
The stillness of the central sea.
The hills are shadows, and they flow: From form to form, and nothing stands;; They melt like mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
But in my spirit will I dwell,: And dream my dream, and hold it true;; For tho’ my lips may breathe adieu,
I cannot think the thing farewell.: CXXIV.
That which we dare invoke to bless;: Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;; He, They, One, All; within, without;
The Power in darkness whom we guess;
I found Him not in world or sun,: Or eagle’s wing, or insect’s eye;; Nor thro’ the questions men may try,
The petty cobwebs we have spun:
If e’er when faith had fall’n asleep,: I heard a voice ‘believe no more’; And heard an ever-breaking shore
That tumbled in the Godless deep;
A warmth within the breast would melt: The freezing reason’s colder part,; And like a man in wrath the heart
Stood up and answer’d ‘I have felt.’
No, like a child in doubt and fear:: But that blind clamour made me wise;; Then was I as a child that cries,
But, crying, knows his father near;
And what I am beheld again: What is, and no man understands;; And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro’ nature, moulding men.: CXXV.
Whatever I have said or sung,: Some bitter notes my harp would give,; Yea, tho’ there often seem’d to live
A contradiction on the tongue,
Yet Hope had never lost her youth;: She did but look through dimmer eyes;; Or Love but play’d with gracious lies,
Because he felt so fix’d in truth:
And if the song were full of care,: He breathed the spirit of the song;; And if the words were sweet and strong
He set his royal signet there;
Abiding with me till I sail: To seek thee on the mystic deeps,; And this electric force, that keeps
A thousand pulses dancing, fail.: CXXVI.
Love is and was my Lord and King,: And in his presence I attend; To hear the tidings of my friend,
Which every hour his couriers bring.
Love is and was my King and Lord,: And will be, tho’ as yet I keep; Within his court on earth, and sleep
Encompass’d by his faithful guard,
And hear at times a sentinel: Who moves about from place to place,; And whispers to the worlds of space,
In the deep night, that all is well.: CXXVII.
And all is well, tho’ faith and form: Be sunder’d in the night of fear;; Well roars the storm to those that hear
A deeper voice across the storm,
Proclaiming social truth shall spread,: And justice, ev’n tho’ thrice again; The red fool-fury of the Seine
Should pile her barricades with dead.
But ill for him that wears a crown,: And him, the lazar, in his rags:; They tremble, the sustaining crags;
The spires of ice are toppled down,
And molten up, and roar in flood;: The fortress crashes from on high,; The brute earth lightens to the sky,
And the great Æon sinks in blood,
And compass’d by the fires of Hell;: While thou, dear spirit, happy star,; O’erlook’st the tumult from afar,
And smilest, knowing all is well.: CXXVIII.
The love that rose on stronger wings,: Unpalsied when he met with Death,; Is comrade of the lesser faith
That sees the course of human things.
No doubt vast eddies in the flood: Of onward time shall yet be made,; And throned races may degrade;
Yet O ye mysteries of good,
Wild Hours that fly with Hope and Fear,: If all your office had to do; With old results that look like new;
If this were all your mission here,
To draw, to sheathe a useless sword,: To fool the crowd with glorious lies,; To cleave a creed in sects and cries,
To change the bearing of a word,
To shift an arbitrary power,: To cramp the student at his desk,; To make old bareness picturesque
And tuft with grass a feudal tower;
Why then my scorn might well descend: On you and yours. I see in part; That all, as in some piece of art,
Is toil coöperant to an end.: CXXIX.
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,: So far, so near in woe and weal;; O loved the most, when most I feel
There is a lower and a higher;
Known and unknown; human, divine;: Sweet human hand and lips and eye;; Dear heavenly friend that canst not die,
Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine;
Strange friend, past, present, and to be;: Loved deeplier, darklier understood;; Behold, I dream a dream of good,
And mingle all the world with thee.: CXXX.
Thy voice is on the rolling air;: I hear thee where the waters run;; Thou standest in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair.
What art thou then? I cannot guess;: But tho’ I seem in star and flower; To feel thee some diffusive power,
I do not therefore love thee less:
My love involves the love before;: My love is vaster passion now;; Tho’ mix’d with God and Nature thou,
I seem to love thee more and more.
Far off thou art, but ever nigh;: I have thee still, and I rejoice;; I prosper, circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee tho’ I die.: CXXXI.
O living will that shalt endure: When all that seems shall suffer shock,; Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow thro’ our deeds and make them pure,
That we may lift from out of dust: A voice as unto him that hears,; A cry above the conquer’d years
To one that with us works, and trust,
With faith that comes of self-control,: The truths that never can be proved; Until we close with all we loved,
And all we flow from, soul in soul.
O true and tried, so well and long,: Demand not thou a marriage lay;; In that it is thy marriage day
Is music more than any song.
Nor have I felt so much of bliss: Since first he told me that he loved; A daughter of our house; nor proved
Since that dark day a day like this;
Tho’ I since then have number’d o’er: Some thrice three years: they went and came,; Remade the blood and changed the frame,
And yet is love not less, but more;
No longer caring to embalm: In dying songs a dead regret,; But like a statue solid-set,
And moulded in colossal calm.
Regret is dead, but love is more: Than in the summers that are flown,; For I myself with these have grown
To something greater than before;
Which makes appear the songs I made: As echoes out of weaker times,; As half but idle brawling rhymes,
The sport of random sun and shade.
But where is she, the bridal flower,: That must he made a wife ere noon?; She enters, glowing like the moon
Of Eden on its bridal bower:
On me she bends her blissful eyes: And then on thee; they meet thy look; And brighten like the star that shook
Betwixt the palms of paradise.
O when her life was yet in bud,: He too foretold the perfect rose.; For thee she grew, for thee she grows
For ever, and as fair as good.
And thou art worthy; full of power;: As gentle; liberal-minded, great,; Consistent; wearing all that weight
Of learning lightly like a flower.
But now set out: the noon is near,: And I must give away the bride;; She fears not, or with thee beside
And me behind her, will not fear.
For I that danced her on my knee,: That watch’d her on her nurse’s arm,; That shielded all her life from harm
At last must part with her to thee;
Now waiting to be made a wife,: Her feet, my darling, on the dead;; Their pensive tablets round her head,
And the most living words of life
Breathed in her ear. The ring is on,: The ‘wilt thou’ answer’d, and again; The ‘wilt thou’ ask’d, till out of twain
Her sweet ‘I will’ has made you one.
Now sign your names, which shall be read,: Mute symbols of a joyful morn,; By village eyes as yet unborn;
The names are sign’d, and overhead
Begins the clash and clang that tells: The joy to every wandering breeze;; The blind wall rocks, and on the trees
The dead leaf trembles to the bells.
O happy hour, and happier hours: Await them. Many a merry face; Salutes them–maidens of the place,
That pelt us in the porch with flowers.
O happy hour, behold the bride: With him to whom her hand I gave.; They leave the porch, they pass the grave
That has to-day its sunny side.
To-day the grave is bright for me,: For them the light of life increased,; Who stay to share the morning feast,
Who rest to-night beside the sea.
Let all my genial spirits advance: To meet and greet a whiter sun;; My drooping memory will not shun
The foaming grape of eastern France.
It circles round, and fancy plays,: And hearts are warm’d and faces bloom,; As drinking health to bride and groom
We wish them store of happy days.
Nor count me all to blame if I: Conjecture of a stiller guest,; Perchance, perchance, among the rest,
And, tho’ in silence, wishing joy.
But they must go, the time draws on,: And those white-favour’d horses wait;; They rise, but linger; it is late;
Farewell, we kiss, and they are gone.
A shade falls on us like the dark: >From little cloudlets on the grass,; But sweeps away as out we pass
To range the woods, to roam the park,
Discussing how their courtship grew,: And talk of others that are wed,; And how she look’d, and what he said,
And back we come at fall of dew.
Again the feast, the speech, the glee,: The shade of passing thought, the wealth; Of words and wit, the double health,
The crowning cup, the three-times-three,
And last the dance;–till I retire:: Dumb is that tower which spake so loud,; And high in heaven the streaming cloud,
And on the downs a rising fire:
And rise, O moon, from yonder down,: Till over down and over dale; All night the shining vapour sail
And pass the silent-lighted town,
The white-faced halls, the glancing rills,: And catch at every mountain head,; And o’er the friths that branch and spread
Their sleeping silver thro’ the hills;
And touch with shade the bridal doors,: With tender gloom the roof, the wall;; And breaking let the splendour fall
To spangle all the happy shores
By which they rest, and ocean sounds,: And, star and system rolling past,; A soul shall draw from out the vast
And strike his being into bounds,
And, moved thro’ life of lower phase,: Result in man, be born and think,; And act and love, a closer link
Betwixt us and the crowning race
Of those that, eye to eye, shall look: On knowledge; under whose command; Is Earth and Earth’s, and in their hand
Is Nature like an open book;
No longer half-akin to brute,: For all we thought and loved and did,; And hoped, and suffer’d, is but seed
Of what in them is flower and fruit;
Whereof the man, that with me trod: This planet, was a noble type; Appearing ere the times were ripe,
That friend of mine who lives in God,
That God, which ever lives and loves,: One God, one law, one element,; And one far-off divine event,
To which the whole creation moves.

In Memoriam verse CI-CXX

2009-01-14T13:45:00.000-08:00

CI.
Unwatch’d, the garden bough shall sway,: The tender blossom flutter down,; Unloved, that beech will gather brown,
This maple burn itself away;
Unloved, the sun-flower, shining fair,: Ray round with flames her disk of seed,; And many a rose-carnation feed
With summer spice the humming air;
Unloved, by many a sandy bar,: The brook shall babble down the plain,; At noon or when the lesser wain
Is twisting round the polar star;
Uncared for, gird the windy grove,: And flood the haunts of hern and crake;; Or into silver arrows break
The sailing moon in creek and cove;
Till from the garden and the wild: A fresh association blow,; And year by year the landscape grow
Familiar to the stranger’s child;
As year by year the labourer tills: His wonted glebe, or lops the glades;; And year by year our memory fades
From all the circle of the hills.: CII.
We leave the well-beloved place: Where first we gazed upon the sky;; The roofs, that heard our earliest cry,
Will shelter one of stranger race.
We go, but ere we go from home,: As down the garden-walks I move,; Two spirits of a diverse love
Contend for loving masterdom.
One whispers, ‘Here thy boyhood sung: Long since its matin song, and heard; The low love-language of the bird
In native hazels tassel-hung.’
The other answers, ‘Yea, but here: Thy feet have stray’d in after hours; With thy lost friend among the bowers,
And this hath made them trebly dear.’
These two have striven half the day,: And each prefers his separate claim,; Poor rivals in a losing game,
That will not yield each other way.
I turn to go: my feet are set: To leave the pleasant fields and farms;; They mix in one another’s arms
To one pure image of regret.: CIII.
On that last night before we went: From out the doors where I was bred,; I dream’d a vision of the dead,
Which left my after-morn content.
Methought I dwelt within a hall,: And maidens with me: distant hills; From hidden summits fed with rills
A river sliding by the wall.
The hall with harp and carol rang.: They sang of what is wise and good; And graceful. In the centre stood
A statue veil’d, to which they sang;
And which, tho’ veil’d, was known to me,: The shape of him I loved, and love; For ever: then flew in a dove
And brought a summons from the sea:
And when they learnt that I must go: They wept and wail’d, but led the way; To where a little shallop lay
At anchor in the flood below;
And on by many a level mead,: And shadowing bluff that made the banks,; We glided winding under ranks
Of iris, and the golden reed;
And still as vaster grew the shore: And roll’d the floods in grander space,; The maidens gather’d strength and grace
And presence, lordlier than before;
And I myself, who sat apart: And watch’d them, wax’d in every limb;; I felt the thews of Anakim,
The pulses of a Titan’s heart;
As one would sing the death of war,: And one would chant the history; Of that great race, which is to be,
And one the shaping of a star;
Until the forward-creeping tides: Began to foam, and we to draw; From deep to deep, to where we saw
A great ship lift her shining sides.
The man we loved was there on deck,: But thrice as large as man he bent; To greet us. Up the side I went,
And fell in silence on his neck:
Whereat those maidens with one mind: Bewail’d their lot; I did them wrong:; ‘We served thee here’ they said, ‘so long,
And wilt thou leave us now behind?’
So rapt I was, they could not win: An answer from my lips, but he; Replying, ‘Enter likewise ye
And go with us:’ they enter’d in.
And while the wind began to sweep: A music out of sheet and shroud,; We steer’d her toward a crimson cloud
That landlike slept along the deep.: CIV.
The time draws near the birth of Christ;: The moon is hid, the night is still;; A single church below the hill
Is pealing, folded in the mist.
A single peal of bells below,: That wakens at this hour of rest; A single murmur in the breast,
That these are not the bells I know.
Like strangers’ voices here they sound,: In lands where not a memory strays,; Nor landmark breathes of other days,
But all is new unhallow’d ground.: CV.
To-night ungather’d let us leave: This laurel, let this holly stand:; We live within the stranger’s land,
And strangely falls our Christmas-eve.
Our father’s dust is left alone: And silent under other snows:; There in due time the woodbine blows,
The violet comes, but we are gone.
No more shall wayward grief abuse: The genial hour with mask and mime;; For change of place, like growth of time,
Has broke the bond of dying use.
Let cares that petty shadows cast,: By which our lives are chiefly proved,; A little spare the night I loved,
And hold it solemn to the past.
But let no footstep beat the floor,: Nor bowl of wassail mantle warm;; For who would keep an ancient form
Thro’ which the spirit breathes no more?
Be neither song, nor game, nor feast;: Nor harp be touch’d, nor flute be blown;; No dance, no motion, save alone
What lightens in the lucid east
Of rising worlds by yonder wood.: Long sleeps the summer in the seed;; Run out your measured arcs, and lead
The closing cycle rich in good.: CVI.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,: The flying cloud, the frosty light:; The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,: Ring, happy bells, across the snow:; The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,: For those that here we see no more;; Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,: And ancient forms of party strife;; Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,: The faithless coldness of the times;; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,: The civic slander and the spite;; Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;: Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;; Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,: The larger heart, the kindlier hand;; Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.: CVII.
It is the day when he was born,: A bitter day that early sank; Behind a purple-frosty bank
Of vapour, leaving night forlorn.
The time admits not flowers or leaves: To deck the banquet. Fiercely flies; The blast of North and East, and ice
Makes daggers at the sharpen’d eaves,
And bristles all the brakes and thorns: To yon hard crescent, as she hangs; Above the wood which grides and clangs
Its leafless ribs and iron horns
Together, in the drifts that pass: To darken on the rolling brine; That breaks the coast. But fetch the wine,
Arrange the board and brim the glass;
Bring in great logs and let them lie,: To make a solid core of heat;; Be cheerful-minded, talk and treat
Of all things ev’n as he were by;
We keep the day. With festal cheer,: With books and music, surely we; Will drink to him, whate’er he be,
And sing the songs he loved to hear.: CVIII.
I will not shut me from my kind,: And, lest I stiffen into stone,; I will not eat my heart alone,
Nor feed with sighs a passing wind:
What profit lies in barren faith,: And vacant yearning, tho’ with might; To scale the heaven’s highest height,
Or dive below the wells of Death?
What find I in the highest place,: But mine own phantom chanting hymns?; And on the depths of death there swims
The reflex of a human face.
I'll rather take what fruit may be: Of sorrow under human skies:; ’Tis held that sorrow makes us wise,
Whatever wisdom sleep with thee.: CIX.
Heart-affluence in discursive talk: From household fountains never dry;; The critic clearness of an eye,
That saw thro’ all the Muses’ walk;
Seraphic intellect and force: To seize and throw the doubts of man;; Impassion’d logic, which outran
The hearer in its fiery course;
High nature amorous of the good,: But touch’d with no ascetic gloom;; And passion pure in snowy bloom
Thro’ all the years of April blood;
A love of freedom rarely felt,: Of freedom in her regal seat; Of England; not the schoolboy heat,
The blind hysterics of the Celt;
And manhood fused with female grace: In such a sort, the child would twine; A trustful hand, unask’d, in thine,
And find his comfort in thy face;
All these have been, and thee mine eyes: Have look’d on: if they look’d in vain,; My shame is greater who remain,
Nor let thy wisdom make me wise.: CX.
Thy converse drew us with delight,: The men of rathe and riper years:; The feeble soul, a haunt of fears,
Forgot his weakness in thy sight.
On thee the loyal-hearted hung,: The proud was half disarm’d of pride,; Nor cared the serpent at thy side
To flicker with his double tongue.
The stern were mild when thou wert by,: The flippant put himself to school; And heard thee, and the brazen fool
Was soften’d, and he knew not why;
While I, thy nearest, sat apart,: And felt thy triumph was as mine;; And loved them more, that they were thine,
The graceful tact, the Christian art;
Nor mine the sweetness or the skill,: But mine the love that will not tire,; And, born of love, the vague desire
That spurs an imitative will.: CXI.
The churl in spirit, up or down: Along the scale of ranks, thro’ all,; To him who grasps a golden ball,
By blood a king, at heart a clown;
The churl in spirit, howe’er he veil: His want in forms for fashion’s sake,; Will let his coltish nature break
At seasons thro’ the gilded pale:
For who can always act? but he,: To whom a thousand memories call,; Not being less but more than all
The gentleness he seem’d to be,
Best seem’d the thing he was, and join’d: Each office of the social hour; To noble manners, as the flower
And native growth of noble mind;
Nor ever narrowness or spite,: Or villain fancy fleeting by,; Drew in the expression of an eye,
Where God and Nature met in light;
And thus he bore without abuse: The grand old name of gentleman,; Defamed by every charlatan,
And soil’d with all ignoble use.: CXII.
High wisdom holds my wisdom less,: That I, who gaze with temperate eyes; On glorious insufficiencies,
Set light by narrower perfectness.
But thou, that fillest all the room: Of all my love, art reason why; I seem to cast a careless eye
On souls, the lesser lords of doom.
For what wert thou? some novel power: Sprang up for ever at a touch,; And hope could never hope too much,
In watching thee from hour to hour,
Large elements in order brought,: And tracts of calm from tempest made,; And world-wide fluctuation sway’d
In vassal tides that follow’d thought.: CXIII.
’Tis held that sorrow makes us wise;: Yet how much wisdom sleeps with thee; Which not alone had guided me,
But served the seasons that may rise;
For can I doubt, who knew thee keen: In intellect, with force and skill; To strive, to fashion, to fulfil–
I doubt not what thou wouldst have been:
A life in civic action warm,: A soul on highest mission sent,; A potent voice of Parliament,
A pillar steadfast in the storm,
Should licensed boldness gather force,: Becoming, when the time has birth,; A lever to uplift the earth
And roll it in another course,
With thousand shocks that come and go,: With agonies, with energies,; With overthrowings, and with cries,
And undulations to and fro.: CXIV.
Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail: Against her beauty? May she mix; With men and prosper! Who shall fix
Her pillars? Let her work prevail.
But on her forehead sits a fire:: She sets her forward countenance; And leaps into the future chance,
Submitting all things to desire.
Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain–: She cannot fight the fear of death.; What is she, cut from love and faith,
But some wild Pallas from the brain
Of Demons? fiery-hot to burst: All barriers in her onward race; For power. Let her know her place;
She is the second, not the first.
A higher hand must make her mild,: If all be not in vain; and guide; Her footsteps, moving side by side
With wisdom, like the younger child:
For she is earthly of the mind,: But Wisdom heavenly of the soul.; O, friend, who camest to thy goal
So early, leaving me behind,
I would the great world grew like thee,: Who grewest not alone in power; And knowledge, but by year and hour
In reverence and in charity.: CXV.
Now fades the last long streak of snow,: Now burgeons every maze of quick; About the flowering squares, and thick
By ashen roots the violets blow.
Now rings the woodland loud and long,: The distance takes a lovelier hue,; And drown’d in yonder living blue
The lark becomes a sightless song.
Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,: The flocks are whiter down the vale,; And milkier every milky sail
On winding stream or distant sea;
Where now the seamew pipes, or dives: In yonder greening gleam, and fly; The happy birds, that change their sky
To build and brood; that live their lives
From land to land; and in my breast: Spring wakens too; and my regret; Becomes an April violet,
And buds and blossoms like the rest.: CXVI.
Is it, then, regret for buried time: That keenlier in sweet April wakes,; And meets the year, and gives and takes
The colours of the crescent prime?
Not all: the songs, the stirring air,: The life re-orient out of dust,; Cry thro’ the sense to hearten trust
In that which made the world so fair.
Not all regret: the face will shine: Upon me, while I muse alone;; And that dear voice, I once have known,
Still speak to me of me and mine:
Yet less of sorrow lives in me: For days of happy commune dead;; Less yearning for the friendship fled,
Than some strong bond which is to be.: CXVII.
O days and hours, your work is this: To hold me from my proper place,; A little while from his embrace
For fuller gain of after bliss:
That out of distance might ensue: Desire of nearness doubly sweet;; And unto meeting when we meet,
Delight a hundredfold accrue,
For every grain of sand that runs,: And every span of shade that steals,; And every kiss of toothed wheels,
And all the courses of the suns.: CXVIII.
Contemplate all this work of Time,: The giant labouring in his youth;; Nor dream of human love and truth,
As dying Nature’s earth and lime;
But trust that those we call the dead: Are breathers of an ampler day; For ever nobler ends. They say,
The solid earth whereon we tread
In tracts of fluent heat began,: And grew to seeming-random forms,; The seeming prey of cyclic storms,
Till at the last arose the man;
Who throve and branch’d from clime to clime,: The herald of a higher race,; And of himself in higher place,
If so he type this work of time
Within himself, from more to more;: Or, crown’d with attributes of woe; Like glories, move his course, and show
That life is not as idle ore,
But iron dug from central gloom,: And heated hot with burning fears,; And dipt in baths of hissing tears,
And batter’d with the shocks of doom
To shape and use. Arise and fly: The reeling Faun, the sensual feast;; Move upward, working out the beast,
And let the ape and tiger die.: CXIX.
Doors, where my heart was used to beat: So quickly, not as one that weeps; I come once more; the city sleeps;
I smell the meadow in the street;
I hear a chirp of birds; I see: Betwixt the black fronts long-withdrawn; A light-blue lane of early dawn,
And think of early days and thee,
And bless thee, for thy lips are bland,: And bright the friendship of thine eye;; And in my thoughts with scarce a sigh
I take the pressure of thine hand.: CXX.
I trust I have not wasted breath:: I think we are not wholly brain,; Magnetic mockeries; not in vain,
Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death;
Not only cunning casts in clay:: Let Science prove we are, and then; What matters Science unto men,
At least to me? I would not stay.
Let him, the wiser man who springs: Hereafter, up from childhood shape; His action like the greater ape,
But I was born to other things.

In Memoriam verse LXXXI-C

2009-01-14T13:38:00.000-08:00

LXXXI.
Could I have said while he was here,: ‘My love shall now no further range;; There cannot come a mellower change,
For now is love mature in ear.’
Love, then, had hope of richer store:: What end is here to my complaint?; This haunting whisper makes me faint,
‘More years had made me love thee more.’
But Death returns an answer sweet:: ‘My sudden frost was sudden gain,; And gave all ripeness to the grain,
It might have drawn from after-heat.’: LXXXII.
I wage not any feud with Death: For changes wrought on form and face;; No lower life that earth’s embrace
May breed with him, can fright my faith.
Eternal process moving on,: From state to state the spirit walks;; And these are but the shatter’d stalks,
Or ruin’d chrysalis of one.
Nor blame I Death, because he bare: The use of virtue out of earth:; I know transplanted human worth
Will bloom to profit, otherwhere.
For this alone on Death I wreak: The wrath that garners in my heart;; He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.: LXXXIII.
Dip down upon the northern shore,: O sweet new-year delaying long;; Thou doest expectant nature wrong;
Delaying long, delay no more.
What stays thee from the clouded noons,: Thy sweetness from its proper place?; Can trouble live with April days,
Or sadness in the summer moons?
Bring orchis, bring the foxglove spire,: The little speedwell’s darling blue,; Deep tulips dash’d with fiery dew,
Laburnums, dropping-wells of fire.
O thou, new-year, delaying long,: Delayest the sorrow in my blood,; That longs to burst a frozen bud
And flood a fresher throat with song.: LXXXIV.
When I contemplate all alone: The life that had been thine below,; And fix my thoughts on all the glow
To which thy crescent would have grown;
I see thee sitting crown’d with good,: A central warmth diffusing bliss; In glance and smile, and clasp and kiss,
On all the branches of thy blood;
Thy blood, my friend, and partly mine;: For now the day was drawing on,; When thou should’st link thy life with one
Of mine own house, and boys of thine
Had babbled ‘Uncle’ on my knee;: But that remorseless iron hour; Made cypress of her orange flower,
Despair of Hope, and earth of thee.
I seem to meet their least desire,: To clap their cheeks, to call them mine.; I see their unborn faces shine
Beside the never-lighted fire.
I see myself an honour’d guest,: Thy partner in the flowery walk; Of letters, genial table-talk,
Or deep dispute, and graceful jest;
While now thy prosperous labour fills: The lips of men with honest praise,; And sun by sun the happy days
Descend below the golden hills
With promise of a morn as fair;: And all the train of bounteous hours; Conduct by paths of growing powers,
To reverence and the silver hair;
Till slowly worn her earthly robe,: Her lavish mission richly wrought,; Leaving great legacies of thought,
Thy spirit should fail from off the globe;
What time mine own might also flee,: As link’d with thine in love and fate,; And, hovering o’er the dolorous strait
To the other shore, involved in thee,
Arrive at last the blessed goal,: And He that died in Holy Land; Would reach us out the shining hand,
And take us as a single soul.
What reed was that on which I leant?: Ah, backward fancy, wherefore wake; The old bitterness again, and break
The low beginnings of content.: LXXXV.
This truth came borne with bier and pall,: I felt it, when I sorrow’d most,; ’Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all–
O true in word, and tried in deed,: Demanding, so to bring relief; To this which is our common grief,
What kind of life is that I lead;
And whether trust in things above: Be dimm’d of sorrow, or sustain’d;; And whether love for him have drain’d
My capabilities of love;
Your words have virtue such as draws: A faithful answer from the breast,; Thro’ light reproaches, half exprest,
And loyal unto kindly laws.
My blood an even tenor kept,: Till on mine ear this message falls,; That in Vienna’s fatal walls
God’s finger touch’d him, and he slept.
The great Intelligences fair: That range above our mortal state,; In circle round the blessed gate,
Received and gave him welcome there;
And led him thro’ the blissful climes,: And show'd him in the fountain fresh; All knowledge that the sons of flesh
Shall gather in the cycled times.
But I remained, whose hopes were dim,: Whose life, whose thoughts were little worth,; To wander on a darkened earth,
Where all things round me breathed of him.
O friendship, equal poised control,: O heart, with kindliest motion warm,; O sacred essence, other form,
O solemn ghost, O crowned soul!
Yet none could better know than I,: How much of act at human hands; The sense of human will demands
By which we dare to live or die.
Whatever way my days decline,: I felt and feel, tho’ left alone,; His being working in mine own,
The footsteps of his life in mine;
A life that all the Muses decked: With gifts of grace, that might express; All comprehensive tenderness,
All-subtilising intellect:
And so my passion hath not swerved: To works of weakness, but I find; An image comforting the mind,
And in my grief a strength reserved.
Likewise the imaginative woe,: That loved to handle spiritual strife,; Diffused the shock thro’ all my life,
But in the present broke the blow.
My pulses therefore beat again: For other friends that once I met;; Nor can it suit me to forget
The mighty hopes that make us men.
I woo your love: I count it crime: To mourn for any overmuch;; I, the divided half of such
A friendship as had master’d Time;
Which masters Time indeed, and is: Eternal, separate from fears:; The all-assuming months and years
Can take no part away from this:
But Summer on the steaming floods,: And Spring that swells the narrow brooks,; And Autumn, with a noise of rooks,
That gather in the waning woods,
And every pulse of wind and wave: Recalls, in change of light or gloom,; My old affection of the tomb,
And my prime passion in the grave:
My old affection of the tomb,: A part of stillness, yearns to speak:; ‘Arise, and get thee forth and seek
A friendship for the years to come.
‘I watch thee from the quiet shore;: Thy spirit up to mine can reach;; But in dear words of human speech
We two communicate no more.’
And I, ‘Can clouds of nature stain: The starry clearness of the free?; How is it? Canst thou feel for me
Some painless sympathy with pain?’
And lightly does the whisper fall;: ‘’Tis hard for thee to fathom this;; I triumph in conclusive bliss,
And that serene result of all.’
So hold I commerce with the dead;: Or so methinks the dead would say;; Or so shall grief with symbols play
And pining life be fancy-fed.
Now looking to some settled end,: That these things pass, and I shall prove; A meeting somewhere, love with love,
I crave your pardon, O my friend;
If not so fresh, with love as true,: I, clasping brother-hands aver; I could not, if I would, transfer
The whole I felt for him to you.
For which be they that hold apart: The promise of the golden hours?; First love, first friendship, equal powers,
That marry with the virgin heart.
Still mine, that cannot but deplore,: That beats within a lonely place,; That yet remembers his embrace,
But at his footstep leaps no more,
My heart, tho’ widow’d, may not rest: Quite in the love of what is gone,; But seeks to beat in time with one
That warms another living breast.
Ah, take the imperfect gift I bring,: Knowing the primrose yet is dear,; The primrose of the later year,
As not unlike to that of Spring.: LXXXVI.
Sweet after showers, ambrosial air,: That rollest from the gorgeous gloom; Of evening over brake and bloom
And meadow, slowly breathing bare
The round of space, and rapt below: Thro’ all the dewy-tassell’d wood,; And shadowing down the horned flood
In ripples, fan my brows and blow
The fever from my cheek, and sigh: The full new life that feeds thy breath; Throughout my frame, till Doubt and Death,
Ill brethren, let the fancy fly
From belt to belt of crimson seas: On leagues of odour streaming far,; To where in yonder orient star
A hundred spirits whisper ‘Peace.’: LXXXVII.
I past beside the reverend walls: In which of old I wore the gown;; I roved at random thro’ the town,
And saw the tumult of the halls;
And heard one more in college fanes: The storm their high-built organs make,; And thunder-music, rolling, shake
The prophet blazon’d on the panes;
And caught one more the distant shout,: The measured pulse of racing oars; Among the willows; paced the shores
And many a bridge, and all about
The same gray flats again, and felt: The same, but not the same; and last; Up that long walk of limes I past
To see the rooms in which he dwelt.
Another name was on the door:: I linger’d; all within was noise; Of songs, and clapping hands, and boys
That crash’d the glass and beat the floor;
Where once we held debate, a band: Of youthful friends, on mind and art,; And labour, and the changing mart,
And all the framework of the land;
When one would aim an arrow fair,: But send it slackly from the string;; And one would pierce an outer ring,
And one an inner, here and there;
And last the master-bowman, he,: Would cleave the mark. A willing ear; We lent him. Who, but hung to hear
The rapt oration flowing free
From point to point, with power and grace: And music in the bounds of law,; To those conclusions when we saw
The God within him light his face,
And seem to lift the form, and glow: In azure orbits heavenly wise;; And over those ethereal eyes
The bar of Michael Angelo.: LXXXVIII.
Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet,: Rings Eden thro’ the budded quicks,; O tell me where the senses mix,
O tell me where the passions meet,
Whence radiate: fierce extremes employ: Thy spirits in the darkening leaf,; And in the midmost heart of grief
Thy passion clasps a secret joy:
And I–my harp would prelude woe–: I cannot all command the strings;; The glory of the sum of things
Will flash along the chords and go.: LXXXIX.
Witch-elms that counterchange the floor: Of this flat lawn with dusk and bright;; And thou, with all thy breadth and height
Of foliage, towering sycamore;
How often, hither wandering down,: My Arthur found your shadows fair,; And shook to all the liberal air
The dust and din and steam of town:
He brought an eye for all he saw;: He mixt in all our simple sports;; They pleased him, fresh from brawling courts
And dusty purlieus of the law.
O joy to him in this retreat,: Immantled in ambrosial dark,; To drink the cooler air, and mark
The landscape winking thro’ the heat:
O sound to rout the brood of cares,: The sweep of scythe in morning dew,; The gust that round the garden flew,
And tumbled half the mellowing pears!
O bliss, when all in circle drawn: About him, heart and ear were fed; To hear him, as he lay and read
The Tuscan poets on the lawn:
Or in the all-golden afternoon: A guest, or happy sister, sung,; Or here she brought the harp and flung
A ballad to the brightening moon:
Nor less it pleased in livelier moods,: Beyond the bounding hill to stray,; And break the livelong summer day
With banquet in the distant woods;
Whereat we glanced from theme to theme,: Discuss’d the books to love or hate,; Or touch’d the changes of the state,
Or threaded some Socratic dream;
But if I praised the busy town,: He loved to rail against it still,; For ‘ground in yonder social mill
We rub each other’s angles down,
‘And merge’ he said ‘in form and gloss: The picturesque of man and man.’; We talk’d: the stream beneath us ran,
The wine-flask lying couch’d in moss,
Or cool’d within the glooming wave;: And last, returning from afar,; Before the crimson-circled star
Had fall’n into her father’s grave,
And brushing ankle-deep in flowers,: We heard behind the woodbine veil; The milk that bubbled in the pail,
And buzzings of the honied hours.: XC.
He tasted love with half his mind,: Nor ever drank the inviolate spring; Where nighest heaven, who first could fling
This bitter seed among mankind;
That could the dead, whose dying eyes: Were closed with wail, resume their life,; They would but find in child and wife
An iron welcome when they rise:
’Twas well, indeed, when warm with wine,: To pledge them with a kindly tear,; To talk them o’er, to wish them here,
To count their memories half divine;
But if they came who past away,: Behold their brides in other hands;; The hard heir strides about their lands,
And will not yield them for a day.
Yea, tho’ their sons were none of these,: Not less the yet-loved sire would make; Confusion worse than death, and shake
The pillars of domestic peace.
Ah dear, but come thou back to me:: Whatever change the years have wrought,; I find not yet one lonely thought
That cries against my wish for thee.: XCI.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,: And rarely pipes the mounted thrush;; Or underneath the barren bush
Flits by the sea-blue bird of March;
Come, wear the form by which I know: Thy spirit in time among thy peers;; The hope of unaccomplish’d years
Be large and lucid round thy brow.
When summer’s hourly-mellowing change: May breathe, with many roses sweet,; Upon the thousand waves of wheat,
That ripple round the lonely grange;
Come: not in watches of the night,: But where the sunbeam broodeth warm,; Come, beauteous in thine after form,
And like a finer light in light.: XCII.
If any vision should reveal: Thy likeness, I might count it vain; As but the canker of the brain;
Yea, tho’ it spake and made appeal
To chances where our lots were cast: Together in the days behind,; I might but say, I hear a wind
Of memory murmuring the past.
Yea, tho’ it spake and bared to view: A fact within the coming year;; And tho’ the months, revolving near,
Should prove the phantom-warning true,
They might not seem thy prophecies,: But spiritual presentiments,; And such refraction of events
As often rises ere they rise.: XCIII.
I shall not see thee. Dare I say: No spirit ever brake the band; That stays him from the native land
Where first he walk’d when claspt in clay?
No visual shade of some one lost,: But he, the Spirit himself, may come; Where all the nerve of sense is numb;
Spirit to Spirit, Ghost to Ghost.
O, therefore from thy sightless range: With gods in unconjectured bliss,; O, from the distance of the abyss
Of tenfold-complicated change,
Descend, and touch, and enter; hear: The wish too strong for words to name;; That in this blindness of the frame
My Ghost may feel that thine is near.: XCIV.
How pure at heart and sound in head,: With what divine affections bold; Should be the man whose thought would hold
An hour’s communion with the dead.
In vain shalt thou, or any, call: The spirits from their golden day,; Except, like them, thou too canst say,
My spirit is at peace with all.
They haunt the silence of the breast,: Imaginations calm and fair,; The memory like a cloudless air,
The conscience as a sea at rest:
But when the heart is full of din,: And doubt beside the portal waits,; They can but listen at the gates,
And hear the household jar within.: XCV.
By night we linger’d on the lawn,: For underfoot the herb was dry;; And genial warmth; and o’er the sky
The silvery haze of summer drawn;
And calm that let the tapers burn: Unwavering: not a cricket chirr’d:; The brook alone far-off was heard,
And on the board the fluttering urn:
And bats went round in fragrant skies,: And wheel’d or lit the filmy shapes; That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes
And woolly breasts and beaded eyes;
While now we sang old songs that peal’d: From knoll to knoll, where, couch’d at ease,; The white kine glimmer’d, and the trees
Laid their dark arms about the field.
But when those others, one by one,: Withdrew themselves from me and night,; And in the house light after light
Went out, and I was all alone,
A hunger seized my heart; I read: Of that glad year which once had been,; In those fall’n leaves which kept their green,
The noble letters of the dead:
And strangely on the silence broke: The silent-speaking words, and strange; Was love’s dumb cry defying change
To test his worth; and strangely spoke
The faith, the vigour, bold to dwell: On doubts that drive the coward back,; And keen thro’ wordy snares to track
Suggestion to her inmost cell.
So word by word, and line by line,: The dead man touch’d me from the past,; And all at once it seem’d at last
The living soul was flash’d on mine,
And mine in this was wound, and whirl’d: About empyreal heights of thought,; And came on that which is, and caught
The deep pulsations of the world,
Æonian music measuring out: The steps of Time–the shocks of Chance–; The blows of Death. At length my trance
Was cancell’d, stricken thro’ with doubt.
Vague words! but ah, how hard to frame: In matter-moulded forms of speech,; Or ev’n for intellect to reach
Thro’ memory that which I became:
Till now the doubtful dusk reveal’d: The knolls once more where, couch’d at ease,; The white kine glimmer’d, and the trees
Laid their dark arms about the field:
And suck’d from out the distant gloom: A breeze began to tremble o’er; The large leaves of the sycamore,
And fluctuate all the still perfume,
And gathering freshlier overhead,: Rock’d the full-foliaged elms, and swung; The heavy-folded rose, and flung
The lilies to and fro, and said
‘The dawn, the dawn,’ and died away;: And East and West, without a breath,; Mixt their dim lights, like life and death,
To broaden into boundless day.: XCVI.
You say, but with no touch of scorn,: Sweet-hearted, you, whose light-blue eyes; Are tender over drowning flies,
You tell me, doubt is Devil-born.
I know not: one indeed I knew: In many a subtle question versed,; Who touch’d a jarring lyre at first,
But ever strove to make it true:
Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds,: At last he beat his music out.; There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
He fought his doubts and gather’d strength,: He would not make his judgment blind,; He faced the spectres of the mind
And laid them: thus he came at length
To find a stronger faith his own;: And Power was with him in the night,; Which makes the darkness and the light,
And dwells not in the light alone,
But in the darkness and the cloud,: As over Sinaï’s peaks of old,; While Israel made their gods of gold,
Altho’ the trumpet blew so loud.: XCVII.
My love has talk’d with rocks and trees;: He finds on misty mountain-ground; His own vast shadow glory-crown’d;
He sees himself in all he sees.
Two partners of a married life–: I look’d on these and thought of thee; In vastness and in mystery,
And of my spirit as of a wife.
These two–they dwelt with eye on eye,: Their hearts of old have beat in tune,; Their meetings made December June,
Their every parting was to die.
Their love has never past away;: The days she never can forget; Are earnest that he loves her yet,
Whate’er the faithless people say.
Her life is lone, he sits apart,: He loves her yet, she will not weep,; Tho’ rapt in matters dark and deep
He seems to slight her simple heart.
He thrids the labyrinth of the mind,: He reads the secret of the star,; He seems so near and yet so far,
He looks so cold: she thinks him kind.
She keeps the gift of years before,: A wither’d violet is her bliss:; She knows not what his greatness is,
For that, for all, she loves him more.
For him she plays, to him she sings: Of early faith and plighted vows;; She knows but matters of the house,
And he, he knows a thousand things.
Her faith is fixt and cannot move,: She darkly feels him great and wise,; She dwells on him with faithful eyes,
‘I cannot understand: I love.’: XCVIII.
You leave us: you will see the Rhine,: And those fair hills I sail’d below,; When I was there with him; and go
By summer belts of wheat and vine
To where he breathed his latest breath,: That City. All her splendour seems; No livelier than the wisp that gleams
On Lethe in the eyes of Death.
Let her great Danube rolling fair: Enwind her isles, unmark’d of me:; I have not seen, I will not see
Vienna; rather dream that there,
A treble darkness, Evil haunts: The birth, the bridal; friend from friend; Is oftener parted, fathers bend
Above more graves, a thousand wants
Gnarr at the heels of men, and prey: By each cold hearth, and sadness flings; Her shadow on the blaze of kings:
And yet myself have heard him say,
That not in any mother town: With statelier progress to and fro; The double tides of chariots flow
By park and suburb under brown
Of lustier leaves; nor more content,: He told me, lives in any crowd,; When all is gay with lamps, and loud
With sport and song, in booth and tent,
Imperial halls, or open plain;: And wheels the circled dance, and breaks; The rocket molten into flakes
Of crimson or in emerald rain.: XCIX.
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,: So loud with voices of the birds,; So thick with lowings of the herds,
Day, when I lost the flower of men;
Who tremblest thro’ thy darkling red: On yon swoll’n brook that bubbles fast; By meadows breathing of the past,
And woodlands holy to the dead;
Who murmurest in the foliaged eaves: A song that slights the coming care,; And Autumn laying here and there
A fiery finger on the leaves;
Who wakenest with thy balmy breath: To myriads on the genial earth,; Memories of bridal, or of birth,
And unto myriads more, of death.
O wheresoever those may be,: Betwixt the slumber of the poles,; To-day they count as kindred souls;
They know me not, but mourn with me.: C.
I climb the hill: from end to end: Of all the landscape underneath,; I find no place that does not breathe
Some gracious memory of my friend;
No gray old grange, or lonely fold,: Or low morass and whispering reed,; Or simple stile from mead to mead,
Or sheepwalk up the windy wold;
Nor hoary knoll of ash and haw: That hears the latest linnet trill,; Nor quarry trench’d along the hill
And haunted by the wrangling daw;
Nor runlet tinkling from the rock;: Nor pastoral rivulet that swerves; To left and right thro’ meadowy curves,
That feed the mothers of the flock;
But each has pleased a kindred eye,: And each reflects a kindlier day;; And, leaving these, to pass away,
I think once more he seems to die.

In Memoriam verse LXI-LXXX

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LXI.
If, in thy second state sublime,: Thy ransom’d reason change replies; With all the circle of the wise,
The perfect flower of human time;
And if thou cast thine eyes below,: How dimly character’d and slight,; How dwarf’d a growth of cold and night,
How blanch'd with darkness must I grow!
Yet turn thee to the doubtful shore,: Where thy first form was made a man:; I loved thee, Spirit, and love, nor can
The soul of Shakespeare love thee more.: LXII.
Tho’ if an eye that’s downward cast: Could make thee somewhat blench or fail,; Then be my love an idle tale,
And fading legend of the past;
And thou, as one that once declined,: When he was little more than boy,; On some unworthy heart with joy,
But lives to wed an equal mind;
And breathes a novel world, the while: His other passion wholly dies,; Or in the light of deeper eyes
Is matter for a flying smile.: LXIII.
Yet pity for a horse o’er-driven,: And love in which my hound has part,; Can hang no weight upon my heart
In its assumptions up to heaven;
And I am so much more than these,: As thou, perchance, art more than I,; And yet I spare them sympathy,
And I would set their pains at ease.
So mayst thou watch me where I weep,: As, unto vaster motions bound,; The circuits of thine orbit round
A higher height, a deeper deep.: LXIV.
Dost thou look back on what hath been,: As some divinely gifted man,; Whose life in low estate began
And on a simple village green;
Who breaks his birth’s invidious bar,: And grasps the skirts of happy chance,; And breasts the blows of circumstance,
And grapples with his evil star;
Who makes by force his merit known: And lives to clutch the golden keys,; To mould a mighty state’s decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne;
And moving up from high to higher,: Becomes on Fortune’s crowning slope; The pillar of a people’s hope,
The centre of a world’s desire;
Yet feels, as in a pensive dream,: When all his active powers are still,; A distant dearness in the hill,
A secret sweetness in the stream,
The limit of his narrower fate,: While yet beside its vocal springs; He play’d at counsellors and kings,
With one that was his earliest mate;
Who ploughs with pain his native lea: And reaps the labour of his hands,; Or in the furrow musing stands;
‘Does my old friend remember me?’: LXV.
Sweet soul, do with me as thou wilt;: I lull a fancy trouble-tost; With ‘Love’s too precious to be lost,
A little grain shall not be spilt.’
And in that solace can I sing,: Till out of painful phases wrought; There flutters up a happy thought,
Self-balanced on a lightsome wing:
Since we deserved the name of friends,: And thine effect so lives in me,; A part of mine may live in thee
And move thee on to noble ends.: LXVI.
You thought my heart too far diseased;: You wonder when my fancies play; To find me gay among the gay,
Like one with any trifle pleased.
The shade by which my life was crost,: Which makes a desert in the mind,; Has made me kindly with my kind,
And like to him whose sight is lost;
Whose feet are guided thro’ the land,: Whose jest among his friends is free,; Who takes the children on his knee,
And winds their curls about his hand:
He plays with threads, he beats his chair: For pastime, dreaming of the sky;; His inner day can never die,
His night of loss is always there.: LXVII.
When on my bed the moonlight falls,: I know that in thy place of rest; By that broad water of the west,
There comes a glory on the walls:
Thy marble bright in dark appears,: As slowly steals a silver flame; Along the letters of thy name,
And o’er the number of thy years.
The mystic glory swims away;: >From off my bed the moonlight dies;; And closing eaves of wearied eyes
I sleep till dusk is dipt in gray:
And then I know the mist is drawn: A lucid veil from coast to coast,; And in the dark church like a ghost
Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn.: LXVIII.
When in the down I sink my head,: Sleep, Death’s twin-brother, times my breath;; Sleep, Death’s twin-brother, knows not Death,
Nor can I dream of thee as dead:
I walk as ere I walk’d forlorn,: When all our path was fresh with dew,; And all the bugle breezes blew
Reveillée to the breaking morn.
But what is this? I turn about,: I find a trouble in thine eye,; Which makes me sad I know not why,
Nor can my dream resolve the doubt:
But ere the lark hath left the lea: I wake, and I discern the truth;; It is the trouble of my youth
That foolish sleep transfers to thee.: LXIX.
I dream’d there would be Spring no more,: That Nature’s ancient power was lost:; The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter’d trifles at the door:
I wander’d from the noisy town,: I found a wood with thorny boughs:; I took the thorns to bind my brows,
I wore them like a civic crown:
I met with scoffs, I met with scorns: >From youth and babe and hoary hairs:; They call’d me in the public squares
The fool that wears a crown of thorns:
They call’d me fool, they call’d me child:: I found an angel of the night;; The voice was low, the look was bright;
He look’d upon my crown and smiled:
He reach’d the glory of a hand,: That seem’d to touch it into leaf:; The voice was not the voice of grief,
The words were hard to understand.: LXX.
I cannot see the features right,: When on the gloom I strive to paint; The face I know; the hues are faint
And mix with hollow masks of night;
Cloud-towers by ghostly masons wrought,: A gulf that ever shuts and gapes,; A hand that points, and palled shapes
In shadowy thoroughfares of thought;
And crowds that stream from yawning doors,: And shoals of pucker’d faces drive;; Dark bulks that tumble half alive,
And lazy lengths on boundless shores;
Till all at once beyond the will: I hear a wizard music roll,; And thro’ a lattice on the soul
Looks thy fair face and makes it still.: LXXI.
Sleep, kinsman thou to death and trance: And madness, thou hast forged at last; A night-long Present of the Past
In which we went thro’ summer France.
Hadst thou such credit with the soul?: Then bring an opiate trebly strong,; Drug down the blindfold sense of wrong
That so my pleasure may be whole;
While now we talk as once we talk’d: Of men and minds, the dust of change,; The days that grow to something strange,
In walking as of old we walk’d
Beside the river’s wooded reach,: The fortress, and the mountain ridge,; The cataract flashing from the bridge,
The breaker breaking on the beach.: LXXII.
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,: And howlest, issuing out of night,; With blasts that blow the poplar white,
And lash with storm the streaming pane?
Day, when my crown’d estate begun: To pine in that reverse of doom,; Which sicken’d every living bloom,
And blurr’d the splendour of the sun;
Who usherest in the dolorous hour: With thy quick tears that make the rose; Pull sideways, and the daisy close
Her crimson fringes to the shower;
Who might’st have heaved a windless flame: Up the deep East, or, whispering, play’d; A chequer-work of beam and shade
Along the hills, yet look’d the same.
As wan, as chill, as wild as now;: Day, mark’d as with some hideous crime,; When the dark hand struck down thro’ time,
And cancell’d nature’s best: but thou,
Lift as thou may’st thy burthen’d brows: Thro’ clouds that drench the morning star,; And whirl the ungarner’d sheaf afar,
And sow the sky with flying boughs,
And up thy vault with roaring sound: Climb thy thick noon, disastrous day;; Touch thy dull goal of joyless gray,
And hide thy shame beneath the ground.: LXXIII.
So many worlds, so much to do,: So little done, such things to be,; How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?
The fame is quench’d that I foresaw,: The head hath miss’d an earthly wreath:; I curse not nature, no, nor death;
For nothing is that errs from law.
We pass; the path that each man trod: Is dim, or will be dim, with weeds:; What fame is left for human deeds
In endless age? It rests with God.
O hollow wraith of dying fame,: Fade wholly, while the soul exults,; And self-infolds the large results
Of force that would have forged a name.: LXXIV.
As sometimes in a dead man’s face,: To those that watch it more and more,; A likeness, hardly seen before,
Comes out–to some one of his race:
So, dearest, now thy brows are cold,: I see thee what thou art, and know; Thy likeness to the wise below,
Thy kindred with the great of old.
But there is more than I can see,: And what I see I leave unsaid,; Nor speak it, knowing Death has made
His darkness beautiful with thee.: LXXV.
I leave thy praises unexpress’d: In verse that brings myself relief,; And by the measure of my grief
I leave thy greatness to be guess’d;
What practice howsoe’er expert: In fitting aptest words to things,; Or voice the richest-toned that sings,
Hath power to give thee as thou wert?
I care not in these fading days: To raise a cry that lasts not long,; And round thee with the breeze of song
To stir a little dust of praise.
Thy leaf has perish’d in the green,: And, while we breathe beneath the sun,; The world which credits what is done
Is cold to all that might have been.
So here shall silence guard thy fame;: But somewhere, out of human view,; Whate’er thy hands are set to do
Is wrought with tumult of acclaim.: LXXVI.
Take wings of fancy, and ascend,: And in a moment set thy face; Where all the starry heavens of space
Are sharpen’d to a needle’s end;
Take wings of foresight; lighten thro’: The secular abyss to come,; And lo, thy deepest lays are dumb
Before the mouldering of a yew;
And if the matin songs, that woke: The darkness of our planet, last,; Thine own shall wither in the vast,
Ere half the lifetime of an oak.
Ere these have clothed their branchy bowers: With fifty Mays, thy songs are vain;; And what are they when these remain
The ruin’d shells of hollow towers?: LXXVII.
What hope is here for modern rhyme: To him, who turns a musing eye; On songs, and deeds, and lives, that lie
Foreshorten’d in the tract of time?
These mortal lullabies of pain: May bind a book, may line a box,; May serve to curl a maiden’s locks;
Or when a thousand moons shall wane
A man upon a stall may find,: And, passing, turn the page that tells; A grief, then changed to something else,
Sung by a long-forgotten mind.
But what of that? My darken’d ways: Shall ring with music all the same;; To breathe my loss is more than fame,
To utter love more sweet than praise.: LXXVIII.
Again at Christmas did we weave: The holly round the Christmas hearth;; The silent snow possess’d the earth,
And calmly fell our Christmas-eve:
The yule-clog sparkled keen with frost,: No wing of wind the region swept,; But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
As in the winters left behind,: Again our ancient games had place,; The mimic picture’s breathing grace,
And dance and song and hoodman-blind.
Who show’d a token of distress?: No single tear, no mark of pain:; O sorrow, then can sorrow wane?
O grief, can grief be changed to less?
O last regret, regret can die!: No–mixt with all this mystic frame,; Her deep relations are the same,
But with long use her tears are dry.: LXXIX.
‘More than my brothers are to me,’–: Let this not vex thee, noble heart!; I know thee of what force thou art
To hold the costliest love in fee.
But thou and I are one in kind,: As moulded like in Nature’s mint;; And hill and wood and field did print
The same sweet forms in either mind.
For us the same cold streamlet curl’d: Thro’ all his eddying coves; the same; All winds that roam the twilight came
In whispers of the beauteous world.
At one dear knee we proffer’d vows,: One lesson from one book we learn’d,; Ere childhood’s flaxen ringlet turn’d
To black and brown on kindred brows.
And so my wealth resembles thine,: But he was rich where I was poor,; And he supplied my want the more
As his unlikeness fitted mine.: LXXX.
If any vague desire should rise,: That holy Death ere Arthur died; Had moved me kindly from his side,
And dropt the dust on tearless eyes;
Then fancy shapes, as fancy can,: The grief my loss in him had wrought,; A grief as deep as life or thought,
But stay’d in peace with God and man.
I make a picture in the brain;: I hear the sentence that he speaks;; He bears the burthen of the weeks
But turns his burthen into gain.
His credit thus shall set me free;: And, influence-rich to soothe and save,; Unused example from the grave
Reach out dead hands to comfort me.

In Memoriam verse XLI-LX

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XLI.
The path by which we twain did go,: Which led by tracts that pleased us well,; Thro’ four sweet years arose and fell,
From flower to flower, from snow to snow:
And we with singing cheer’d the way,: And, crown’d with all the season lent,; From April on to April went,
And glad at heart from May to May:
But where the path we walk’d began: To slant the fifth autumnal slope,; As we descended following Hope,
There sat the Shadow fear’d of man;
The spirit ere our fatal loss: Did ever rise from high to higher;; As mounts the heavenward altar-fire,
As flies the lighter thro’ the gross.
But thou art turn’d to something strange,: And I have lost the links that bound; Thy changes; here upon the ground,
No more partaker of thy change.
Deep folly! yet that this could be–: That I could wing my will with might; To leap the grades of life and light,
And flash at once, my friend, to thee.
For tho’ my nature rarely yields: To that vague fear implied in death;; Nor shudders at the gulfs beneath,
The howlings from forgotten fields;
Yet oft when sundown skirts the moor: An inner trouble I behold,; A spectral doubt which makes me cold,
That I shall be thy mate no more,
Tho’ following with an upward mind: The wonders that have come to thee,; Thro’ all the secular to-be,
But evermore a life behind.: XLII.
I vex my heart with fancies dim:: He still outstript me in the race;; It was but unity of place
That made me dream I rank’d with him.
And so may Place retain us still,: And he the much-beloved again,; A lord of large experience, train
To riper growth the mind and will:
And what delights can equal those: That stir the spirit’s inner deeps,; When one that loves but knows not, reaps
A truth from one that loves and knows?: XLIII.
If Sleep and Death be truly one,: And every spirit’s folded bloom; Thro’ all its intervital gloom
In some long trance should slumber on;
Unconscious of the sliding hour,: Bare of the body, might it last,; And silent traces of the past
Be all the colour of the flower:
So then were nothing lost to man;: So that still garden of the souls; In many a figured leaf enrolls
The total world since life began;
And love will last as pure and whole: As when he loved me here in Time,; And at the spiritual prime
Rewaken with the dawning soul.: XLIV.
How fares it with the happy dead?: For here the man is more and more;; But he forgets the days before
God shut the doorways of his head.
The days have vanish’d, tone and tint,: And yet perhaps the hoarding sense; Gives out at times (he knows not whence)
A little flash, a mystic hint;
And in the long harmonious years: (If Death so taste Lethean springs),; May some dim touch of earthly things
Surprise thee ranging with thy peers.
If such a dreamy touch should fall,: O turn thee round, resolve the doubt;; My guardian angel will speak out
In that high place, and tell thee all.: XLV.
The baby new to earth and sky,: What time his tender palm is prest; Against the circle of the breast,
Has never thought that ‘this is I:’
But as he grows he gathers much,: And learns the use of ‘I,’ and ‘me,’; And finds ‘I am not what I see,
And other than the things I touch.’
So rounds he to a separate mind: From whence clear memory may begin,; As thro’ the frame that binds him in
His isolation grows defined.
This use may lie in blood and breath,: Which else were fruitless of their due,; Had man to learn himself anew
Beyond the second birth of Death.: XLVI.
We ranging down this lower track,: The path we came by, thorn and flower,; Is shadow’d by the growing hour,
Lest life should fail in looking back.
So be it: there no shade can last: In that deep dawn behind the tomb,; But clear from marge to marge shall bloom
The eternal landscape of the past;
A lifelong tract of time reveal’d;: The fruitful hours of still increase;; Days order’d in a wealthy peace,
And those five years its richest field.
O Love, thy province were not large,: A bounded field, nor stretching far;; Look also, Love, a brooding star,
A rosy warmth from marge to marge.: XLVII.
That each, who seems a separate whole,: Should move his rounds, and fusing all; The skirts of self again, should fall
Remerging in the general Soul,
Is faith as vague as all unsweet:: Eternal form shall still divide; The eternal soul from all beside;
And I shall know him when we meet:
And we shall sit at endless feast,: Enjoying each the other’s good:; What vaster dream can hit the mood
Of Love on earth? He seeks at least
Upon the last and sharpest height,: Before the spirits fade away,; Some landing-place, to clasp and say,
‘Farewell! We lose ourselves in light.’: XLVIII.
If these brief lays, of Sorrow born,: Were taken to be such as closed; Grave doubts and answers here proposed,
Then these were such as men might scorn:
Her care is not to part and prove;: She takes, when harsher moods remit,; What slender shade of doubt may flit,
And makes it vassal unto love:
And hence, indeed, she sports with words,: But better serves a wholesome law,; And holds it sin and shame to draw
The deepest measure from the chords:
Nor dare she trust a larger lay,: But rather loosens from the lip; Short swallow-flights of song, that dip
Their wings in tears, and skim away.: XLIX.
From art, from nature, from the schools,: Let random influences glance,; Like light in many a shiver’d lance
That breaks about the dappled pools:
The lightest wave of thought shall lisp,: The fancy’s tenderest eddy wreathe,; The slightest air of song shall breathe
To make the sullen surface crisp.
And look thy look, and go thy way,: But blame not thou the winds that make; The seeming-wanton ripple break,
The tender-pencil’d shadow play.
Beneath all fancied hopes and fears: Ay me, the sorrow deepens down,; Whose muffled motions blindly drown
The bases of my life in tears.: L.
Be near me when my light is low,: When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick; And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.
Be near me when the sensuous frame: Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust;; And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a Fury slinging flame.
Be near me when my faith is dry,: And men the flies of latter spring,; That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.
Be near me when I fade away,: To point the term of human strife,; And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.: LI.
Do we indeed desire the dead: Should still be near us at our side?; Is there no baseness we would hide?
No inner vileness that we dread?
Shall he for whose applause I strove,: I had such reverence for his blame,; See with clear eye some hidden shame
And I be lessen’d in his love?
I wrong the grave with fears untrue:: Shall love be blamed for want of faith?; There must be wisdom with great Death:
The dead shall look me thro’ and thro’.
Be near us when we climb or fall:: Ye watch, like God, the rolling hours; With larger other eyes than ours,
To make allowance for us all.: LII.
I cannot love thee as I ought,: For love reflects the thing beloved;; My words are only words, and moved
Upon the topmost froth of thought.
‘Yet blame not thou thy plaintive song,’: The Spirit of true love replied;; ‘Thou canst not move me from thy side,
Nor human frailty do me wrong.
‘What keeps a spirit wholly true: To that ideal which he bears?; What record? not the sinless years
That breathed beneath the Syrian blue:
‘So fret not, like an idle girl,: That life is dash’d with flecks of sin.; Abide: thy wealth is gather’d in,
When Time hath sunder’d shell from pearl.’: LIII.
How many a father have I seen,: A sober man, among his boys,; Whose youth was full of foolish noise,
Who wears his manhood hale and green:
And dare we to this fancy give,: That had the wild oat not been sown,; The soil, left barren, scarce had grown
The grain by which a man may live?
Or, if we held the doctrine sound: For life outliving heats of youth,; Yet who would preach it as a truth
To those that eddy round and round?
Hold thou the good: define it well:: For fear divine Philosophy; Should push beyond her mark, and be
Procuress to the Lords of Hell.: LIV.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good: Will be the final goal of ill,; To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That nothing walks with aimless feet;: That not one life shall be destroy’d,; Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;
That not a worm is cloven in vain;: That not a moth with vain desire; Is shrivell’d in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another’s gain.
Behold, we know not anything;: I can but trust that good shall fall; At last–far off–at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
So runs my dream: but what am I?: An infant crying in the night:; An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.: LV.
The wish, that of the living whole: No life may fail beyond the grave,; Derives it not from what we have
The likest God within the soul?
Are God and Nature then at strife,: That Nature lends such evil dreams?; So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life;
That I, considering everywhere: Her secret meaning in her deeds,; And finding that of fifty seeds
She often brings but one to bear,
I falter where I firmly trod,: And falling with my weight of cares; Upon the great world’s altar-stairs
That slope thro’ darkness up to God,
I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,: And gather dust and chaff, and call; To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.: LVI.
‘So careful of the type?’ but no.: From scarped cliff and quarried stone; She cries, ‘A thousand types are gone:
I care for nothing, all shall go.
‘Thou makest thine appeal to me:: I bring to life, I bring to death:; The spirit does but mean the breath:
I know no more.’ And he, shall he,
Man, her last work, who seem’d so fair,: Such splendid purpose in his eyes,; Who roll’d the psalm to wintry skies,
Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,
Who trusted God was love indeed: And love Creation’s final law–; Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shriek’d against his creed–
Who loved, who suffer’d countless ills,: Who battled for the True, the Just,; Be blown about the desert dust,
Or seal’d within the iron hills?
No more? A monster then, a dream,: A discord. Dragons of the prime,; That tare each other in their slime,
Were mellow music match’d with him.
O life as futile, then, as frail!: O for thy voice to soothe and bless!; What hope of answer, or redress?
Behind the veil, behind the veil.: LVII.
Peace; come away: the song of woe: Is after all an earthly song:; Peace; come away: we do him wrong
To sing so wildly: let us go.
Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale;: But half my life I leave behind:; Methinks my friend is richly shrined;
But I shall pass; my work will fail.
Yet in these ears, till hearing dies,: One set slow bell will seem to toll; The passing of the sweetest soul
That ever look’d with human eyes.
I hear it now, and o’er and o’er,: Eternal greetings to the dead;; And ‘Ave, Ave, Ave,’ said,
‘Adieu, adieu’ for evermore.: LVIII.
In those sad words I took farewell:: Like echoes in sepulchral halls,; As drop by drop the water falls
In vaults and catacombs, they fell;
And, falling, idly broke the peace: Of hearts that beat from day to day,; Half-conscious of their dying clay,
And those cold crypts where they shall cease.
The high Muse answer’d: ‘Wherefore grieve: Thy brethren with a fruitless tear?; Abide a little longer here,
And thou shalt take a nobler leave.’: LIX.
O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me: No casual mistress, but a wife,; My bosom-friend and half of life;
As I confess it needs must be;
O Sorrow, wilt thou rule my blood,: Be sometimes lovely like a bride,; And put thy harsher moods aside,
If thou wilt have me wise and good.
My centred passion cannot move,: Nor will it lessen from to-day;; But I’ll have leave at times to play
As with the creature of my love;
And set thee forth, for thou art mine,: With so much hope for years to come,; That, howsoe’er I know thee, some
Could hardly tell what name were thine.: LX.
He past; a soul of nobler tone:: My spirit loved and loves him yet,; Like some poor girl whose heart is set
On one whose rank exceeds her own.
He mixing with his proper sphere,: She finds the baseness of her lot,; Half jealous of she knows not what,
And envying all that meet him there.
The little village looks forlorn;: She sighs amid her narrow days,; Moving about the household ways,
In that dark house where she was born.
The foolish neighbours come and go,: And tease her till the day draws by:; At night she weeps, ‘How vain am I!
How should he love a thing so low?’

In Memoriam verse XXI-XL

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XXI.
I sing to him that rests below,: And, since the grasses round me wave,; I take the grasses of the grave,
And make them pipes whereon to blow.
The traveller hears me now and then,: And sometimes harshly will he speak:; ‘This fellow would make weakness weak,
And melt the waxen hearts of men.’
Another answers, ‘Let him be,: He loves to make parade of pain,; That with his piping he may gain
The praise that comes to constancy.’
A third is wroth: ‘Is this an hour: For private sorrow’s barren song,; When more and more the people throng
The chairs and thrones of civil power?
‘A time to sicken and to swoon,: When Science reaches forth her arms; To feel from world to world, and charms
Her secret from the latest moon?’
Behold, ye speak an idle thing:: Ye never knew the sacred dust:; I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing:
And one is glad; her note is gay,: For now her little ones have ranged;; And one is sad; her note is changed,
Because her brood is stol’n away.: XXII.
The path by which we twain did go,: Which led by tracts that pleased us well,; Thro’ four sweet years arose and fell,
From flower to flower, from snow to snow:
And we with singing cheer’d the way,: And, crown’d with all the season lent,; From April on to April went,
And glad at heart from May to May:
But where the path we walk’d began: To slant the fifth autumnal slope,; As we descended following Hope,
There sat the Shadow fear’d of man;
Who broke our fair companionship,: And spread his mantle dark and cold,; And wrapt thee formless in the fold,
And dull’d the murmur on thy lip,
And bore thee where I could not see: Nor follow, tho’ I walk in haste,; And think, that somewhere in the waste
The Shadow sits and waits for me.: XXIII.
Now, sometimes in my sorrow shut,: Or breaking into song by fits,; Alone, alone, to where he sits,
The Shadow cloak’d from head to foot,
Who keeps the keys of all the creeds,: I wander, often falling lame,; And looking back to whence I came,
Or on to where the pathway leads;
And crying, How changed from where it ran: Thro’ lands where not a leaf was dumb;; But all the lavish hills would hum
The murmur of a happy Pan:
When each by turns was guide to each,: And Fancy light from Fancy caught,; And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech;
And all we met was fair and good,: And all was good that Time could bring,; And all the secret of the Spring
Moved in the chambers of the blood;
And many an old philosophy: On Argive heights divinely sang,; And round us all the thicket rang
To many a flute of Arcady.: XXIV.
And was the day of my delight: As pure and perfect as I say?; The very source and fount of Day
Is dash’d with wandering isles of night.
If all was good and fair we met,: This earth had been the Paradise; It never look’d to human eyes
Since our first Sun arose and set.
And is it that the haze of grief: Makes former gladness loom so great?; The lowness of the present state,
That sets the past in this relief?
Or that the past will always win: A glory from its being far;; And orb into the perfect star
We saw not, when we moved therein?: XXV.
I know that this was Life,–the track: Whereon with equal feet we fared;; And then, as now, the day prepared
The daily burden for the back.
But this it was that made me move: As light as carrier-birds in air;; I loved the weight I had to bear,
Because it needed help of Love:
Nor could I weary, heart or limb,: When mighty Love would cleave in twain; The lading of a single pain,
And part it, giving half to him.: XXVI.
Still onward winds the dreary way;: I with it; for I long to prove; No lapse of moons can canker Love,
Whatever fickle tongues may say.
And if that eye which watches guilt: And goodness, and hath power to see; Within the green the moulder’d tree,
And towers fall’n as soon as built–
Oh, if indeed that eye foresee: Or see (in Him is no before); In more of life true life no more
And Love the indifference to be,
Then might I find, ere yet the morn: Breaks hither over Indian seas,; That Shadow waiting with the keys,
To shroud me from my proper scorn.: XXVII.
I envy not in any moods: The captive void of noble rage,; The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
I envy not the beast that takes: His license in the field of time,; Unfetter’d by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor, what may count itself as blest,: The heart that never plighted troth; But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate’er befall;: I feel it, when I sorrow most;; ’Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.: XXVIII.
The time draws near the birth of Christ:: The moon is hid; the night is still;; The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
Four voices of four hamlets round,: From far and near, on mead and moor,; Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound:
Each voice four changes on the wind,: That now dilate, and now decrease,; Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.
This year I slept and woke with pain,: I almost wish’d no more to wake,; And that my hold on life would break
Before I heard those bells again:
But they my troubled spirit rule,: For they controll’d me when a boy;; They bring me sorrow touch’d with joy,
The merry merry bells of Yule.: XXIX.
With such compelling cause to grieve: As daily vexes household peace,; And chains regret to his decease,
How dare we keep our Christmas-eve;
Which brings no more a welcome guest: To enrich the threshold of the night; With shower’d largess of delight
In dance and song and game and jest?
Yet go, and while the holly boughs: Entwine the cold baptismal font,; Make one wreath more for Use and Wont,
That guard the portals of the house;
Old sisters of a day gone by,: Gray nurses, loving nothing new;; Why should they miss their yearly due
Before their time? They too will die.: XXX.
With trembling fingers did we weave: The holly round the Christmas hearth;; A rainy cloud possess’d the earth,
And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.
At our old pastimes in the hall: We gambol’d, making vain pretence; Of gladness, with an awful sense
Of one mute Shadow watching all.
We paused: the winds were in the beech:: We heard them sweep the winter land;; And in a circle hand-in-hand
Sat silent, looking each at each.
Then echo-like our voices rang;: We sung, tho’ every eye was dim,; A merry song we sang with him
Last year: impetuously we sang:
We ceased: a gentler feeling crept: Upon us: surely rest is meet:; ‘They rest,’ we said, ‘their sleep is sweet,’
And silence follow’d, and we wept.
Our voices took a higher range;: Once more we sang: ‘They do not die; Nor lose their mortal sympathy,
Nor change to us, although they change;
‘Rapt from the fickle and the frail: With gather’d power, yet the same,; Pierces the keen seraphic flame
From orb to orb, from veil to veil.’
Rise, happy morn, rise, holy morn,: Draw forth the cheerful day from night:; O Father, touch the east, and light
The light that shone when Hope was born.: XXXI.
When Lazarus left his charnel-cave,: And home to Mary’s house return’d,; Was this demanded–if he yearn’d
To hear her weeping by his grave?
‘Where wert thou, brother, those four days?’: There lives no record of reply,; Which telling what it is to die
Had surely added praise to praise.
From every house the neighbours met,: The streets were fill’d with joyful sound,; A solemn gladness even crown’d
The purple brows of Olivet.
Behold a man raised up by Christ!: The rest remaineth unreveal’d;; He told it not; or something seal’d
The lips of that Evangelist.: XXXII.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer,: Nor other thought her mind admits; But, he was dead, and there he sits,
And he that brought him back is there.
Then one deep love doth supersede: All other, when her ardent gaze; Roves from the living brother’s face,
And rests upon the Life indeed.
All subtle thought, all curious fears,: Borne down by gladness so complete,; She bows, she bathes the Saviour’s feet
With costly spikenard and with tears.
Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers,: Whose loves in higher love endure;; What souls possess themselves so pure,
Or is there blessedness like theirs?: XXXIII.
O thou that after toil and storm: Mayst seem to have reach’d a purer air,; Whose faith has centre everywhere,
Nor cares to fix itself to form,
Leave thou thy sister when she prays,: Her early Heaven, her happy views;; Nor thou with shadow’d hint confuse
A life that leads melodious days.
Her faith thro’ form is pure as thine,: Her hands are quicker unto good:; Oh, sacred be the flesh and blood
To which she links a truth divine!
See thou, that countest reason ripe: In holding by the law within,; Thou fail not in a world of sin,
And ev’n for want of such a type.: XXXIV.
My own dim life should teach me this,: That life shall live for evermore,; Else earth is darkness at the core,
And dust and ashes all that is;
This round of green, this orb of flame,: Fantastic beauty; such as lurks; In some wild Poet, when he works
Without a conscience or an aim.
What then were God to such as I?: ’Twere hardly worth my while to choose; Of things all mortal, or to use
A little patience ere I die;
’Twere best at once to sink to peace,: Like birds the charming serpent draws,; To drop head-foremost in the jaws
Of vacant darkness and to cease.: XXXV.
Yet if some voice that man could trust: Should murmur from the narrow house,; ‘The cheeks drop in; the body bows;
Man dies: nor is there hope in dust:’
Might I not say? ‘Yet even here,: But for one hour, O Love, I strive; To keep so sweet a thing alive:’
But I should turn mine ears and hear
The moanings of the homeless sea,: The sound of streams that swift or slow; Draw down Æonian hills, and sow
The dust of continents to be;
And Love would answer with a sigh,: ‘The sound of that forgetful shore; Will change my sweetness more and more,
Half-dead to know that I shall die.’
O me, what profits it to put: And idle case? If Death were seen; At first as Death, Love had not been,
Or been in narrowest working shut,
Mere fellowship of sluggish moods,: Or in his coarsest Satyr-shape; Had bruised the herb and crush’d the grape,
And bask’d and batten’d in the woods.: XXXVI.
Tho’ truths in manhood darkly join,: Deep-seated in our mystic frame,; We yield all blessing to the name
Of Him that made them current coin;
For Wisdom dealt with mortal powers,: Where truth in closest words shall fail,; When truth embodied in a tale
Shall enter in at lowly doors.
And so the Word had breath, and wrought: With human hands the creed of creeds; In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thought;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,: Or builds the house, or digs the grave,; And those wild eyes that watch the wave
In roarings round the coral reef.: XXXVII.
Urania speaks with darken’d brow:: ‘Thou pratest here where thou art least;; This faith has many a purer priest,
And many an abler voice than thou.
‘Go down beside thy native rill,: On thy Parnassus set thy feet,; And hear thy laurel whisper sweet
About the ledges of the hill.’
And my Melpomene replies,: A touch of shame upon her cheek:; ‘I am not worthy ev’n to speak
Of thy prevailing mysteries;
‘For I am but an earthly Muse,: And owning but a little art; To lull with song an aching heart,
And render human love his dues;
‘But brooding on the dear one dead,: And all he said of things divine,; (And dear to me as sacred wine
To dying lips is all he said),
‘I murmur’d, as I came along,: Of comfort clasp’d in truth reveal’d;; And loiter’d in the master’s field,
And darken’d sanctities with song.’: XXXVIII.
With weary steps I loiter on,: Tho’ always under alter’d skies; The purple from the distance dies,
My prospect and horizon gone.
No joy the blowing season gives,: The herald melodies of spring,; But in the songs I love to sing
A doubtful gleam of solace lives.
If any care for what is here: Survive in spirits render’d free,; Then are these songs I sing of thee
Not all ungrateful to thine ear.: XXXIX.
Old warder of these buried bones,: And answering now my random stroke; With fruitful cloud and living smoke,
Dark yew, that graspest at the stones
And dippest toward the dreamless head,: To thee too comes the golden hour; When flower is feeling after flower;
But Sorrow–fixt upon the dead,
And darkening the dark graves of men,–: What whisper’d from her lying lips?; Thy gloom is kindled at the tips,
And passes into gloom again.: XL.
Could we forget the widow’d hour: And look on Spirits breathed away,; As on a maiden in the day
When first she wears her orange-flower!
When crown’d with blessing she doth rise: To take her latest leave of home,; And hopes and light regrets that come
Make April of her tender eyes;
And doubtful joys the father move,: And tears are on the mother’s face,; As parting with a long embrace
She enters other realms of love;
Her office there to rear, to teach,: Becoming as is meet and fit; A link among the days, to knit
The generations each with each;
And, doubtless, unto thee is given: A life that bears immortal fruit; In those great offices that suit
The full-grown energies of heaven.
Ay me, the difference I discern!: How often shall her old fireside; Be cheer’d with tidings of the bride,
How often she herself return,
And tell them all they would have told,: And bring her babe, and make her boast,; Till even those that miss’d her most
Shall count new things as dear as old:
But thou and I have shaken hands,: Till growing winters lay me low;; My paths are in the fields I know,
And thine in undiscover’d lands.

In Memoriam verse I-XX

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I.
I held it truth, with him who sings: To one clear harp in divers tones,; That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
But who shall so forecast the years: And find in loss a gain to match?; Or reach a hand thro’ time to catch
The far-off interest of tears?
Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown’d,: Let darkness keep her raven gloss:; Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss,
To dance with death, to beat the ground,
Than that the victor Hours should scorn: The long result of love, and boast,; ‘Behold the man that loved and lost,
But all he was is overworn.’: II.
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones: That name the under-lying dead,; Thy fibres net the dreamless head,
Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.
The seasons bring the flower again,: And bring the firstling to the flock;; And in the dusk of thee, the clock
Beats out the little lives of men.
O not for thee the glow, the bloom,: Who changest not in any gale,; Nor branding summer suns avail
To touch thy thousand years of gloom:
And gazing on thee, sullen tree,: Sick for thy stubborn hardihood,; I seem to fail from out my blood
And grow incorporate into thee.: III.
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,: O Priestess in the vaults of Death,; O sweet and bitter in a breath,
What whispers from thy lying lip?
‘The stars,’ she whispers, ‘blindly run;: A web is wov’n across the sky;; From out waste places comes a cry,
And murmurs from the dying sun:
‘And all the phantom, Nature, stands–: With all the music in her tone,; A hollow echo of my own,–
A hollow form with empty hands.’
And shall I take a thing so blind,: Embrace her as my natural good;; Or crush her, like a vice of blood,
Upon the threshold of the mind?: IV.
To Sleep I give my powers away;: My will is bondsman to the dark;; I sit within a helmless bark,
And with my heart I muse and say:
O heart, how fares it with thee now,: That thou should’st fail from thy desire,; Who scarcely darest to inquire,
‘What is it makes me beat so low?’
Something it is which thou hast lost,: Some pleasure from thine early years.; Break, thou deep vase of chilling tears,
That grief hath shaken into frost!
Such clouds of nameless trouble cross: All night below the darken’d eyes;; With morning wakes the will, and cries,
‘Thou shalt not be the fool of loss.’: V.
I sometimes hold it half a sin: To put in words the grief I feel;; For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,: A use in measured language lies;; The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I’ll wrap me o’er,: Like coarsest clothes against the cold:; But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.: VI.
One writes, that ‘Other friends remain,’: That ‘Loss is common to the race’–; And common is the commonplace,
And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
That loss is common would not make: My own less bitter, rather more:; Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
O father, wheresoe’er thou be,: Who pledgest now thy gallant son;; A shot, ere half thy draught be done,
Hath still’d the life that beat from thee.
O mother, praying God will save: Thy sailor,–while thy head is bow’d,; His heavy-shotted hammock-shroud
Drops in his vast and wandering grave.
Ye know no more than I who wrought: At that last hour to please him well;; Who mused on all I had to tell,
And something written, something thought;
Expecting still his advent home;: And ever met him on his way; With wishes, thinking, ‘here to-day,’
Or ‘here to-morrow will he come.’
O somewhere, meek, unconscious dove,: That sittest ranging golden hair;; And glad to find thyself so fair,
Poor child, that waitest for thy love!
For now her father’s chimney glows: In expectation of a guest;; And thinking ‘this will please him best,’
She takes a riband or a rose;
For he will see them on to-night;: And with the thought her colour burns;; And, having left the glass, she turns
Once more to set a ringlet right;
And, even when she turn’d, the curse: Had fallen, and her future Lord; Was drown’d in passing thro’ the ford,
Or kill’d in falling from his horse.
O what to her shall be the end?: And what to me remains of good?; To her, perpetual maidenhood,
And unto me no second friend.: VII.
Dark house, by which once more I stand: Here in the long unlovely street,; Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp’d no more–: Behold me, for I cannot sleep,; And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here; but far away: The noise of life begins again,; And ghastly thro’ the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.: VIII.
A happy lover who has come: To look on her that loves him well,; Who ’lights and rings the gateway bell,
And learns her gone and far from home;
He saddens, all the magic light: Dies off at once from bower and hall,; And all the place is dark, and all
The chambers emptied of delight:
So find I every pleasant spot: In which we two were wont to meet,; The field, the chamber and the street,
For all is dark where thou art not.
Yet as that other, wandering there: In those deserted walks, may find; A flower beat with rain and wind,
Which once she foster'd up with care;
So seems it in my deep regret,: O my forsaken heart, with thee; And this poor flower of poesy
Which little cared for fades not yet.
But since it pleased a vanish’d eye,: I go to plant it on his tomb,; That if it can it there may bloom,
Or dying, there at least may die.: IX.
Fair ship, that from the Italian shore: Sailest the placid ocean-plains; With my lost Arthur’s loved remains,
Spread thy full wings, and waft him o’er.
So draw him home to those that mourn: In vain; a favourable speed; Ruffle thy mirror’d mast, and lead
Thro’ prosperous floods his holy urn.
All night no ruder air perplex: Thy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright; As our pure love, thro’ early light
Shall glimmer on the dewy decks.
Sphere all your lights around, above;: Sleep, gentle heavens, before the prow;; Sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now,
My friend, the brother of my love;
My Arthur, whom I shall not see: Till all my widow’d race be run;; Dear as the mother to the son,
More than my brothers are to me.: X.
I hear the noise about thy keel;: I hear the bell struck in the night:; I see the cabin-window bright;
I see the sailor at the wheel.
Thou bring’st the sailor to his wife,: And travell’d men from foreign lands;; And letters unto trembling hands;
And, thy dark freight, a vanish’d life.
So bring him: we have idle dreams:: This look of quiet flatters thus; Our home-bred fancies: O to us,
The fools of habit, sweeter seems
To rest beneath the clover sod,: That takes the sunshine and the rains,; Or where the kneeling hamlet drains
The chalice of the grapes of God;
Than if with thee the roaring wells: Should gulf him fathom-deep in brine;; And hands so often clasp’d in mine,
Should toss with tangle and with shells.: XI.
Calm is the morn without a sound,: Calm as to suit a calmer grief,; And only thro’ the faded leaf
The chestnut pattering to the ground:
Calm and deep peace on this high wold,: And on these dews that drench the furze,; And all the silvery gossamers
That twinkle into green and gold:
Calm and still light on yon great plain: That sweeps with all its autumn bowers,; And crowded farms and lessening towers,
To mingle with the bounding main:
Calm and deep peace in this wide air,: These leaves that redden to the fall;; And in my heart, if calm at all,
If any calm, a calm despair:
Calm on the seas, and silver sleep,: And waves that sway themselves in rest,; And dead calm in that noble breast
Which heaves but with the heaving deep.: XII.
Lo, as a dove when up she springs: To bear thro’ Heaven a tale of woe,; Some dolorous message knit below
The wild pulsation of her wings;
Like her I go; I cannot stay;: I leave this mortal ark behind,; A weight of nerves without a mind,
And leave the cliffs, and haste away
O’er ocean-mirrors rounded large,: And reach the glow of southern skies,; And see the sails at distance rise,
And linger weeping on the marge,
And saying; ‘Comes he thus, my friend?: Is this the end of all my care?’; And circle moaning in the air:
‘Is this the end? Is this the end?’
And forward dart again, and play: About the prow, and back return; To where the body sits, and learn
That I have been an hour away.: XIII.
Tears of the widower, when he sees: A late-lost form that sleep reveals,; And moves his doubtful arms, and feels
Her place is empty, fall like these;
Which weep a loss for ever new,: A void where heart on heart reposed;; And, where warm hands have prest and closed,
Silence, till I be silent too.
Which weeps the comrade of my choice,: An awful thought, a life removed,; The human-hearted man I loved,
A Spirit, not a breathing voice.
Come Time, and teach me, many years,: I do not suffer in a dream;; For now so strange do these things seem,
Mine eyes have leisure for their tears;
My fancies time to rise on wing,: And glance about the approaching sails,; As tho’ they brought but merchants’ bales,
And not the burthen that they bring.: XIV.
If one should bring me this report,: That thou hadst touch’d the land to-day,; And I went down unto the quay,
And found thee lying in the port;
And standing, muffled round with woe,: Should see thy passengers in rank; Come stepping lightly down the plank,
And beckoning unto those they know;
And if along with these should come: The man I held as half-divine;; Should strike a sudden hand in mine,
And ask a thousand things of home;
And I should tell him all my pain,: And how my life had droop’d of late,; And he should sorrow o’er my state
And marvel what possess’d my brain;
And I perceived no touch of change,: No hint of death in all his frame,; But found him all in all the same,
I should not feel it to be strange.: XV.
To-night the winds begin to rise: And roar from yonder dropping day:; The last red leaf is whirl’d away,
The rooks are blown about the skies;
The forest crack’d, the waters curl’d,: The cattle huddled on the lea;; And wildly dash’d on tower and tree
The sunbeam strikes along the world:
And but for fancies, which aver: That all thy motions gently pass; Athwart a plane of molten glass,
I scarce could brook the strain and stir
That makes the barren branches loud;: And but for fear it is not so,; The wild unrest that lives in woe
Would dote and pore on yonder cloud
That rises upward always higher,: And onward drags a labouring breast,; And topples round the dreary west,
A looming bastion fringed with fire.: XVI.
What words are these have fall’n from me?: Can calm despair and wild unrest; Be tenants of a single breast,
Or sorrow such a changeling be?
Or doth she only seem to take: The touch of change in calm or storm;; But knows no more of transient form
In her deep self, than some dead lake
That holds the shadow of a lark: Hung in the shadow of a heaven?; Or has the shock, so harshly given,
Confused me like the unhappy bark
That strikes by night a craggy shelf,: And staggers blindly ere she sink?; And stunn’d me from my power to think
And all my knowledge of myself;
And made me that delirious man: Whose fancy fuses old and new,; And flashes into false and true,
And mingles all without a plan?: XVII.
Thou comest, much wept for: such a breeze: Compell’d thy canvas, and my prayer; Was as the whisper of an air
To breathe thee over lonely seas.
For I in spirit saw thee move: Thro’ circles of the bounding sky,; Week after week: the days go by:
Come quick, thou bringest all I love.
Henceforth, wherever thou may’st roam,: My blessing, like a line of light,; Is on the waters day and night,
And like a beacon guards thee home.
So may whatever tempest mars: Mid-ocean, spare thee, sacred bark;; And balmy drops in summer dark
Slide from the bosom of the stars.
So kind an office hath been done,: Such precious relics brought by thee;; The dust of him I shall not see
Till all my widow’d race be run.: XVIII.
’Tis well; ’tis something; we may stand: Where he in English earth is laid,; And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.
’Tis little; but it looks in truth: As if the quiet bones were blest; Among familiar names to rest
And in the places of his youth.
Come then, pure hands, and bear the head: That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep,; And come, whatever loves to weep,
And hear the ritual of the dead.
Ah yet, ev’n yet, if this might be,: I, falling on his faithful heart,; Would breathing thro’ his lips impart
The life that almost dies in me;
That dies not, but endures with pain,: And slowly forms the the firmer mind,; Treasuring the look it cannot find,
The words that are not heard again.: XIX.
The Danube to the Severn gave: The darken’d heart that beat no more;; They laid him by the pleasant shore,
And in the hearing of the wave.
There twice a day the Severn fills;: That salt sea-water passes by,; And hushes half the babbling Wye,
And makes a silence in the hills.
The Wye is hush’d nor moved along,: And hush’d my deepest grief of all,; When fill’d with tears that cannot fall,
I brim with sorrow drowning song.
The tide flows down, the wave again: Is vocal in its wooded walls;; My deeper anguish also falls,
And I can speak a little then.: XX.
The lesser griefs that may be said,: That breathe a thousand tender vows,; Are but as servants in a house
Where lies the master newly dead;
Who speak their feeling as it is,: And weep the fulness from the mind:; ‘It will be hard,’ they say, ‘to find
Another service such as this.’
My lighter moods are like to these,: That out of words a comfort win;; But there are other griefs within,
And tears that at their fountain freeze;
For by the hearth the children sit: Cold in that atmosphere of Death,; And scarce endure to draw the breath,
Or like to noiseless phantoms flit:
But open converse is there none,: So much the vital spirits sink; To see the vacant chair, and think,
‘How good! how kind! and he is gone.’

In Memoriam (poem)

2009-01-14T13:16:00.000-08:00

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

STRONG Son of God, immortal Love,: Whom we, that have not seen thy face,; By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
Thine are these orbs of light and shade;: Thou madest Life in man and brute;; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:: Thou madest man, he knows not why,; He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Thou seemest human and divine,: The highest, holiest manhood, thou:; Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our little systems have their day;: They have their day and cease to be:; They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
We have but faith: we cannot know;: For knowledge is of things we see;; And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.
Let knowledge grow from more to more,: But more of reverence in us dwell;; That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,
But vaster. We are fools and slight;: We mock thee when we do not fear:; But help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.
Forgive what seem’d my sin in me;: What seem’d my worth since I began;; For merit lives from man to man,
And not from man, O Lord, to thee.
Forgive my grief for one removed,: Thy creature, whom I found so fair.; I trust he lives in thee, and there
I find him worthier to be loved.
Forgive these wild and wandering cries,: Confusions of a wasted youth;; Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.: 1849.

Teru's blog ゲネプロ

2008-12-29T15:15:00.000-08:00

ゲネプロ。

Generalprobe（ゲネラールプローベ）の略。

要するに通しリハ。

今は、サウンドチェック。

楽屋には、STAFFジャンバーが。

こう言ったツアーのスタッフジャンバーを、何年か経ってもスタッフが着てくれてるの見ると、嬉しくなるんだよね。

それじゃ～、頑張って来ます！

あっ、そうそう。

明日明後日と、こられる方へ。

会場、かなり寒いから、暖かい格好して来て下さい。

posted by TERU at 14:12

Teru's blog: Merikurimasu

2008-12-29T15:12:00.000-08:00

2008年12月24日

in ZEPP SAPPORO

晴れました。

最高に楽しいクリスマスイブの予感。

昨日、札幌でライブだったSHAKALABBITSから、素敵なクリスマスツリーが届いてました。

嬉しいね～。

楽しんできます。

The Predators DVD Shoot The Moon Tour

2008-12-22T15:21:00.000-08:00

MYV's blog - Angry Sky

2008-12-11T16:50:00.000-08:00

Saia br tau dr Zuna... *nyesel* HUAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Love MYV!!!

aku suka kamu MYV!!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

4:10 AM - AnGry sKy
Current mood: angry

u guys ok Indonesians ?

even if my hands cant directly reach u out there,
im prayin and i hope my music is by ur side.

俺も阪神・淡路大震災の時まだ向こうにいたから
いつも地震って聞くとすげーヤな記憶が蘇るんだよ。

lets be strong 2 survive under the angry sky.

myv

GLAY countdown

2008-12-08T21:14:00.000-08:00

Tuesday 25/11/2008 Countdown Live on the air in live

GLAY that holds live countdown after an interval of four years of this year.
2008 year when the act was raised by 'HIGHCOMMUNICATIONS TOUR' is U.S that concluded quite successfully . 'VERB TOUR' finally faces the final through live on December 31.

Emuon. Then, we will deliver the pattern of live counted 'GLAY VERB TOUR FINAL COME TOGETHER 2008-2009' in the final of 'VERB TOUR' that finishes off 2008 year of GLAY and Makuhari Messe live of monopoly.
2009 year at the time of which it is coming is GLAY 15th Anniversary Year.

MUSIC ON! TV is SKYPerfecTV!
It is a Music channel such as cable televisions that to be able to be seeing it.
Details are MUSIC ON. To TV homepage (http://www.m-on.jp/).

Yesung ato Junsu?

2008-11-06T17:54:00.000-08:00

hmm.. lagee sk ma lg ininehh..

cho romanchikku..

Junsu n Yesung juga pernah nyanyi lg inihh..

22 nyahh kerenn..

cuman, Junsu ga nyanyi full.. kalo Yesung pan lengkap ampe terakhir~

junsu nyanyinya lebih nyanyee.. klo yesung full power gt lah.. hohohoho.. klo nyanyi selalu kek gituhh tu anak.. nguk2

junsu version

yesung version

terserah mau suka yang mana..

XD

yg penting saia suka 22 nyahhh

Jo Jung Hyun - I Even loved the Sorrow

너를 처음만난 날 소리 없이 밤새 눈은 내리고
neoreul cheoeummannan nal sori eobsi bamsae nuneun naerigo
끝도 없이 찾아드는 기다림 사랑의 시작이었어
kkeutdo eobsi chajadeuneun gidarim sarangui sijagieosseo
길모퉁이에 서서 눈을 맞으며 너를 기다리다가
gilmotungie seoseo nuneul majeumyeo neoreul gidaridaga
돌아서는 아쉬움에 그리움만 쌓여도 난 슬프지 않아
doraseoneun aswiume geuriumman ssahyeodo nan seulpeuji anha

눈 내리고 외롭던 밤이 지나면
nun naerigo oeropdeon bami jinamyeon
멀리서 들려오는 새벽 종소리
meolliseo deullyeooneun saebyeok jongsori
혼자만의 사랑은 슬퍼지는 거라 말하지 말아요
honjamanui sarangeun seulpeojineun geora malhaji marayo
그대 향한 그리움은 나만의 것인데
geudae hyanghan geuriumeun namanui geosinde
외로움에 가슴 아파도 그 아픔까지 사랑한거야
oeroume gaseum apado geu apeumkkaji saranghangeoya

눈 내리고 외롭던 밤이 지나면
nun naerigo oeropdeon bami jinamyeon
멀리서 들려오는 새벽 종소리
meolliseo deullyeooneun saebyeok jongsori
혼자만의 사랑은 슬퍼지는 거라 말하지 말아요
honjamanui sarangeun seulpeojineun geora malhaji marayo
그대 향한 그리움은 나만의 것인데
geudae hyanghan geuriumeun namanui geosinde
외로움에 가슴 아파도
oeroume gaseum apado
그 아픔까지 사랑한거야 그 아픔까지 사랑한거야
geu apeumkkaji saranghangeoya geu apeumkkaji saranghangeoya

Super Junior Sapphire Blue Around The World -International- Project

2008-09-11T18:33:00.000-07:00

ehhh,, SURABAYA (Indonesia) only yahh XDXDXD~

GLAY double PV

2008-09-11T16:34:00.000-07:00

GLAY double pv – Aka to Kuro no Matadora & I love You o Sagashiteru

Bahh... pv yang muntjul secara brutallll... dunlud pun sempet binunn..

Baru jg dapet yg I Love You o Sagashiteru (ILYS).. Aka to Kuro no Matadora (AKM) langsung muntjulll > <;;; bikin saiah mumedhhhh dunludhnyahh.. dunludh torrent yg sukses bru ILYS duankzz.. tapi hasilnyahh memuazzkhannn XDXDXD

Guedeee... bisa lyad gurei spuas2nyahh.. lg na ballad meaw!! Sukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!

Hisashinyahh kerenn sekalee!! I love his outfit *3*

Jiro nyahh masehh imudhhhh meskipun sdh menua tetapi dye tetup imudhhh dan di pv ituhh dye bw2 kamera.. kyaaaaaa~ so cute~ kamera adlh hidupnyahh ^^ Ji~chan please take my pic!!! Maoonyaaa!! XDXDXD

Klo AKM nihh.. dlnyahh bner2 penuh perjuangan!! Udah gagal dl lebih dari 5x!!! 99% mampus!! Pake IDM dunludhhnyahh.. maksud hati biar cepet. Apadaya gagal terus2an ToT

Tp akhirna hr rabu kmaren saia berhasil dengan sukses mendownload AKM inihhh!! Saia hebadhh khan sodara2??? *being thrown* wkwkkwkwk

AKM jg keren buanjedhh... nge-beat!! Bergaya2 spanyol *mungkin??*

Ada yg dansu2 gt.. pokokna shooting d Praha!

Arrrggghhh!! This single is just too awesome!! And it reaches #1 in Oricon chart X33

Love GLAY!!! Can’t wait for the next EXPO *hopes*

need help 4 LJ cut

2008-09-11T16:26:00.000-07:00

is there anyone know how to make an LJ-cut?? ajarinn dunnnkkxxx..

sorry 4 u who are bothered by by blogs which include many images ToT

back 2 d real me!

2008-09-11T15:59:00.000-07:00

Back to the real me!

bgs: GLAY aka to kuro no matadora

Bhuhuuhh... aargghhh.. sudah hampir 2 bln meningglkan dunia perjepangann...

Pertama2 saia mw minta maap ma misua2... nak2 multi dan ank2 yg menunggu info yg slalu saia sebar *udh brasa kek mjlh jepun berjalan*

Tiap ktemu anak..

Q : oi,, ad yg baru ga dr Gajet?

A : bentaran lg kluar..

Q2 : yo! Laruku gmn kabar?

A : pv yg bru udah kruar.. minta d saia aj

Q3 : GLAY yg bru ud dpt?

A : lom ad yg uplod

Q4 : ad single bru ap aj?

A : diru, gurei, uver dll..

Bahh.. sudah saatnyah saia kembaliiiii!!! *bersihin debu2 yg nempel d badan misua2 yg tlah lama ditinggalkhan* Hatttchiiihhh!! *usek2 idung pake hot pants hisa*

Sorry love...

Saia bakal up2date lagihh dehh.. love u all *kissu jiro,hisa,sugi,myv,uru,gerrard* *pyuk2 smw gebetan mulei dr kazuki mpe malfoy*

Miz u alll..

Cutie boys driving me crazy~

2008-09-05T00:40:00.000-07:00

Cutie boys driving me crazy X3

Weeeeeeee~ lagi sk2nyah ama suju nehh >3<

Oh mai gekk... tiap org nanyain hal yg sama ke saiah dan jawaban saiah pun selalu teteup..

Q: ga sk jejepangan lagi nehh??? koq skrg korea mulu?

A: ga kuq.. smentara ga ad yg heboh2 amadh dr misua2.. brarti saatnyah untuk rehat dr mereka dan mari qta berburu gebetan ^3^!! IYEY!!

Saat rehat dari misua satu k yang laen itu contohnya, klo myv lg aktif saia slalu ngikutin ap aj yg dy lakuin.. klo tb2 besoknyah Sugizo jg aktif..myv pun agak tergeser dan Sugi mnjd prioritas utama... klo smw misua2 lg ga ngap2in.. gebetanlah yg merajalela –hayyahh-

Tp mood dan kesibukan juga berpengaruh sihh.. klo lg sk bangeeedhhh ama Jiro dan pengen tiap hr mandangin Jiro.. misua2 laen pun bisa tergeser hingga berminggu2 lamanyahh.. hohoho... begitu pula sebaliknyah dgn misua2 dan gebetan yg laen..

Dan skrg gebetan2 baru saiah dari negeri di utara jepunn adalah:

Donghae

Nih anak polos bangehhh.. sring jd korban kekerasan di dorm *eyus2 donghae*. Nih anak sobatnya Eunhyuk –w panggil kunyuk-. Biarpun c kunyuk kakinya bau,, tp c Donghae –w panggil congek- teteup aja betah maen2 ma kunyukk.. cz 22na sama2 gebleknyahh dan patut ditindas.. trutama oleh Kangin!!! *toss ma Kangin*

bocah se kakkoi inihh pun henshin....

He is a dorkie XDXD

Yesung

Awalnyah sehh saia gangelirik nih anak.. tp krn d Attack on The Pinup Boys dy jd rocker dan yg jelas SAIAAAAAAA BENGEDHHH!! Gyahahahahh.. mulailah saia lirik2 nih anak.. sperti kata Tety,, dy sok tau bangedhh.. si Tety ga demen ma nih anak. Wakakkakaakk.. tp saia tertariknyahh krn vocal dy bagus ^^b

Dy memank sok tau sihh.. *mengamini* tp biarlah.. itu urusan si yesung.. slama vocalna teteup bagus.. saia teteup sk Yesung ^3^

This guy turns out like this??? XDXDXDXD are u kidding me?? wakkakakakkakaka

Mukanyahh bodo bangedhhh XP

Kangin

Beringas bangedhh nih anakk.. sehati dgn saia!!! Saiah bangedhh lah pokoknyahh.. hmm klow ktemu dy pengen w jitak palanyahh. Hahhah.. alasan yg aneh u/ mnyukai ssorg.. XDXD~

Tety jg ga sk nih anak,, ga tw knapa XP~

Ga ad hal laen lg yg bikin saia sk Kangin slaen persamaan sifat..

anihimura: ayo tanding sumo! Yang kalah hrs nurutin yg menang slama staon!

Kangin : hukeh! Gw trima tantangan lo!

anihimura : ready.. set...

bakbuk.. gubrakk dhukkdhukk.. *pertandingan tiada akhir*

Kyuhyun

The youngest one and he is one of my fave singers in suju. Tapi klo tekhnik olah vokal nyahh saiah prefer k Yesungie tertjintah

Junsu

Knapa w bisa sk ma junsu??? Karena menurut w dy mirip JIRO!! Koq bs?? Abizna pipi dye chubby bangedhhh nyooooo *jadipengenkissupipijunsu* tapi suarana berlawanan bgt ma JIRO! Suara Junsu ketjil, kek anak2.. tp JIRO nge-bass bgt –sesuai ma posisina sbg bassist GLAY-

JUNSU kyuuuuuuutooooo!

Leeteuk

The oldest, nih org mukanyah jepun bgt.. w sk ma rambutnyah ^^ truz dy juga bishie bgt nyoo~

Heechul

My new brother ^^ he looks like miyavi... pada narsis smua XD

kyuhyun n angel teukie

Ki-ka: kangin(baju putih), heechul (clana kotak2), hankyung (kaos item-putih), donghae (kaos ijo), kibum (kaos sleeveless item) (cewe2 ditengah tu bukan anak suju loh XP)

August i'm in love! last year >SUGIZO,,,, now >Donghae

2008-08-11T16:49:00.000-07:00

bg song: i'm in love by GLAY

nyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

udah 1th saia sk SUGI!!

http://anihimura.multiply.com/journal/item/52/Misua_kuw.._Bertambah_lagi

bulan agustus taon lalu saiah sk ama SUGI~cama yeachh!! prtamanyah sk gara2 liad live CRAZY ABOUT YOU

guitar line dye dsana mantabh bangedhh!! SUGOIIII!!

biar udah 38th tp nih org teteup keren nyooo!! misua kuw yg ke-3!! smuga kaw slalu keren selamanyahh XDXD

bulan ini juga saia sk ma Donghae.. yeachh sama persis kek sk Sugi-cama duluhh.. pertamanyahh ga isa tidurr ><;;

binunn....

truss... akhirnaaa.. saia memutuskan untuk menjadikan donghae sbagai gebetan saiahh XDXD

yeahh.. sbenernya saia jg sk Yesung.. tp.. saia teteup lbih sk Donghae!! gyahahahahahahahhahah wkwkwkwkwkkwkwk

Donghae! tetaplah bersama saia nakk!!

n Yesung!! Tunggu giliran muhh *chu yesung*

Sorry Love...

2008-08-07T16:10:00.000-07:00

SORRY LOVE

Currently listening: SORRY LOVE by GLAY

Hell yeach, its i again.. coming back from a hiatus.. im bored now. Have 2 months free from any college assignment. Some of my close friends are joining the OSPEK committee (what should i call it?) something like that. Well, im too lazy to join anything like that XP~

And.. im so upset that i got a very bad mark in 2 subjects. They’re Phonology and Morphology, so i have to retake those subjects by the next year. Not only those, the other one is Structure IV. I got ”C” for that subject! Shit! I hate this! I never get any bad mark before T^T.. hikussuu

Saa, actually im here to apologize to my lovely Jiro n Hisashi X33 coz.. lately i fall in love with Donghae of Super Junior and Prof. Snape!!!!!

Malfoy : what about me? Shit! U dont love me anymore don’t u?

Me : oh, my cute malfoy,, how could u think about that? Im still loving u!u know that eversince i told u that i love so much my dear... i wont leave u..

Malfoy : i dont believe u!

Me : *heavy sigh* saa, what should i do to make u believe me?

Malfoy : tell ‘em that im the one u really love! *pointing at snape, fred&george, ron, and oliver*

Me : whats the point to tell ‘em?

Molfoy : i just want ‘em to know that they cannot take u away from me! *being possessive*

Me : okay,,, *calling snape, fred&george, ron and oliver*

I have an announcement for u guys.. i love all of u but u have to know. Malfoy, is the one that i really love.. and he is the one that i always love more than anyone of u. So, dont ever think that i love u more than him.. *whispering* dont be sad... coz its not totally true ^___~

Snape & Donghae : Heyy!!!!!!! Dont u make this blog to announce that u’re in love with us???

Me : ups,, sorry.. i forgot..

Well then... i better use Bahasa Indonesia... *cough* sorry for my poor english

Nah,, karena lagi liburann...saia nganggur bangedh and tiba2 ajah dapet SUJU EHB pas lagi inetan di kampus.. padahal awalnya cmn iseng2 nanya temen, sapa tw ada yg ngefans suju n py anything related to suju. Akhirnyah, stlah ngakak2 ma video2 ituhh.. saia pun mulai nglirik2 Donghae.. the cute one X3 *chu Donghae*

Jiro : *pouts* what about me????????????

Me : -owhh... im in trouble- err...

Meev : to make this clear -sorry- jadi gini, +Ani_Himura+ si anak keren yg jg is3 qt smw lagi pengen ngecengin Prof. Snape ama Donghae. Sbenernya dy jg rada nglirik2 Yesung. Tapi yasud lah.. mw mendalami Donghae duluh..

Jiro : HAH???!! Kaw koq tw smua??? Apa ituh bner???

Me : hmmm *nods*

Jiro : koq bs?? Koq cm dy yang tw?? *mulai nangis*

Me : *kringetan* waduh.. ceppcepp.. tayankk.. kaw pan jarang di rumah.. jd saia crita2nyah ama meev dehh..

Hisashi : haduhh... jd nangis nih... *eyus2 jiro* jangan nangis dunk.. percaya dehh.. jiro ga bakal dilupain.. buktinya meskipun udah punya 5 misua. +Ani_Himura+ msh teteup nganggap Jiro misua nyahh yg no.1!!

Sugizo : yeach.. nyante aja lagi.. pan baru gebetan ajahh..

Malfoy : yeach.. gebetan trus jadi misua gitu?? *masih rada dongkol*

Uru : well, kalo uru sih ga kuatir sama sekali.. soalnyahh uru yg palink kawaii.. iya pan??

Hisashi : hey.. Hisa yg palink kawaii no.1!!! kaw no.2!!!

Uru : whewhh,, iya..iya.. uru ngalah dehh

Jiro : Poko’nyahh... Jiro ga mw klo sampe nambah misua lageehh!! Masih inget silsilah kruarga qt?? Udah buanyak tuh yg brubah posisi.. mulei dr prubahan misua, nambah gebetan.. mpe sodara ndiri dijadiin gebetan!! *pouts*

Me : tp krn itu jg Jiro jd misua saia yg no.1 pan?? *winks*

Jiro : *deg2an* euhh... he ehh..

Gerrard : yeachhh.. dan saia masih ngambang ampe skrg statusnyahh... smentara kaw udah pasti yg no.1!

Hyde : ahh,, Jiro.. seharusnyahh yang dongkol itu Hyde bukan kaw!!

Donghae : udahhh udah... kapan giliran Donghae??

Me : owhh.. Donghae.. Mr. Fishy X3 love u so much dear..

Snape : yeachh.. dan slama liburan ini kaw hrs jadi milik qmi ber2!

Me : YOSH!! Love both of u! *kissu2 Snape n Donghae*

Kazuki : jadi... mrk masup daftar gebetan nihhh??

Me : yeachh.. tolonk dijagain yahh ^^.. knain jg ma gebetan2 saia yg laen..

Kazuki : berez.. yang penting kaw teteup tjinta ma Kazu2 ^_~

Me : seeppp!!

Kazuki : follow me guys ^___________^ kazu anter kalian k kamar masing2..

For information... we are living in Himura mansion.. and kalian bisa menemukan saia di Himura mansion.. 24jam penuh.. wokehh!!

Huahhh... Donghaeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... jd pengen dapet video2 Suju yg Hi Quality biar bs lyad tampank na Donghae lbih jelas XDXDXD.... yang punyaaaaaaa minta duuuuuuunnnxxxxxxxx!!

Skrg saia jg lagi rajin maenin game nyah Harry Potter ma batja novel2 nyahh *minjem temen*.. huahhh jd pengen bli Potter 7!!! SNAPE 4eva!!!!!!!!! I love Prof. Snape!!!

Random blog.. ends

Ja...mata..

Love u X3

HAPPY GLAY DAY

2008-07-30T18:51:00.000-07:00

HAPPY GLAY DAY!!!

udah 20th nihh XD YAYYY!!!

LOVE GLAY!!!!

2008-07-30T18:35:00.000-07:00

GLAY up coming single!

2008-07-20T21:44:00.000-07:00

Double A Side New Single
2008.9.10　RELEASE ! !
Limited first edition: TOCT-40230
General edition : TOCT-40231
Price: ￥1,260

"Aka to Kuro no MATADORA"
-Spanish influenced 16 -beat urban-rock number, will be the theme song for the coming movie "Shuku-mei" (in October)

"I LOVE YOU wo sagashiteru"
-Rock ballad, will be the theme song for the coming renzoku dorama

"Dageki-tenshi-ruri"
hard but slow ballad

"SUFFRAGETTE CITY"
A cover of David Bowie's song

Hisa's message

2008-07-20T21:30:00.000-07:00

sorry,, so late XP

Tuesday 15/07/2008

Message from Hisashi

Hi !! it is HISASHI

We have finished the recording throughout the first half of the year, and now the tour rehearsal will start.
I like to play the guitar stoic in studio but also love to play on stage for the audience.
ap bank fes, VERB TOUR 2008 in U.S., I am really looking forward to seeing you all!!

HISASHI

im so happy

2008-07-09T02:37:00.000-07:00

bgm: 100 mankai no kiss instrumental

gyaaa.... ureshii ne~

i checked Hisa's CNC and i found this piccie
yokatta na.. Hisashi~chan.. Hisa x Jiro get along well.. im so happy..

and this is Hisa's latest message
http://hisashi.fmfuji.co.jp/index.html

http://funky802.com/dbcn/

Happy 39th B'day SUGIZO~cama

2008-07-09T00:55:00.000-07:00

bgm: MYV - Shoukyo to Sakujyo

sorry, late blog,, my internet connection is suck!

but i wanna say HEPI BASUDEI SUGIZO!!
YO! Yesterday was Sugizo's bday... HUA~ ureshii na

he is getting old but he is still the hottest male for me XP

ap bank fest'08

2008-07-05T14:44:00.000-07:00

Music Festival
ap bank fes’08

Event_date: 2008-07-21
Venue: Tsumagoi / Shizuoka pre.
Open: 09:00:00 Start: 11:00:00
Price: ￥5000~￥32000
Website: http://www.apbank-ecoreso.jp/

Other_Information
Artists : Imawano Kiyoshiro, Ayaka , KREVA , Kobukuro , Hirahara Ayaka , MY LITTLE LOVER , Yosuke@HOME , GLAY

Ticket sales
e＋

where is Mr.Children????? ToT

GLAY Myspace

2008-07-02T03:26:00.000-07:00

Yeachh Yeachh...

mite mite...

GLAY online on their myspace XDXD~~

i think it must be Teru who keeps on updating their myspace account wakakkakakkakak

GLAY DEMAND!!

2008-07-02T02:49:00.000-07:00

isenk2... join GLAY Demand... terserah lokasi kalian dimana.. XDXD

ayo GLAY ke SURABAYA!!! kota BUAYA!!! kota PAHLAWAN dan kota yang PUANASSS!!!

klik ke sinih

HISASHI participates in the best album of Kyosuke Himuro by the arrangement.

2008-06-17T01:38:00.000-07:00

HISASHI participates in the best album of Kyosuke Himuro by the arrangement.

HISASHI participated in "Keep the Faith" of the collection of best album "JUST MOVIN' ON ～ALL THE -S-HIT～" of Mr. Kyosuke Himuro put on the market on the 11th month by the guitar arrangement.

This tune is a self cover of the tune that Mr. KYOSUKE HIMURO offered KAT-TUN. Besides a part of lyrics changes,It is what HISASHI newly arranged.

2008.6.11 Release (Japan Domestic Only).
ALL SINGLES COMPLETE BEST
『JUST MOVIN' ON　～ALL THE -S-HIT～
TOCT-26562〜3（2cd set）3,500yen（tax in） JAPAN DOMESTIC ONLY

「VERB」と同日の6月11日に発売される氷室京介さんのベストアルバム「JUST MOVIN' ON　～ALL THE -S-HIT～』」収録の「Keep the Faith」に、ギター・アレンジでHISASHIが参加しました。

この曲は氷室さんがKAT-TUNに提供した同曲のセルフカバー。歌詞の一部を変えHISASHIが新たにアレンジを担当したものです。

2008.6.11 Release
ALL SINGLES COMPLETE BEST
『JUST MOVIN' ON　～ALL THE -S-HIT～
TOCT-26562〜3（2枚組）..3,500（tax in）

GLAY was decided to perform to “ap bank fes’08

2008-06-17T01:35:00.000-07:00

GLAY was decided to perform to “ap bank fes’08

GLAY will perform to "ap bank fes'08" on Monday, July 21, 2008.
Outline of performance
【 date 】
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
- Rain carrying out(discontinuance in case of stormy weather such as typhoons)
- Festival eco-reso (plus) is held at the previous night on Friday, July 18.
　　　(The admission fee of the person who has the ticket is free. In other one,
admission fees of TSUMAGOI are needed. )
【 Place 】
TSUMAGOI (Live area: Multipurpose plaza/food area: Sports plaza and the 2nd
multipurpose plaza/others)
〒436-0011 Shizuoka Pref. Kakegawa City Mitsumizu2000
with water
【 time 】
Opening a garden: 08:00(TSUMAGOI south gate)
- TSUMAGOI south gate opening a garden becomes 08:30 on Friday, July 18.
Opening the doors: 09:00 (live area & food area)
starting: 11:00
the end of a show: 19：00
OFFICIAL WEBSITE(Japanese Only)
http://www.apbank-ecoreso.jp/

2008年7月19日(土)から21日(月・祝)、つま恋(静岡県掛川市)で開催される"ap bank fes'08"に
GLAYが7月21日(月・祝)に出演することが決定しました。
公演概要
【開催日】
　2008年7月19日（土）
　2008年7月20日（日）
　2008年7月21日（月・祝）
　　※雨天決行（台風などの荒天の場合は中止）
　　※ 7月18日（金）は前夜祭eco-reso (plus)を開催します。
　　　（チケットをお持ちの方は入場料無料。
　　　　それ以外の方は、つま恋の入園料が必要になります）
【会　場】
　つま恋（ライブエリア：多目的広場/ フードエリア：スポーツ広場、第2多目的広場/ その他）
　〒436-0011 静岡県掛川市満水2000番地
【時　間】
　開　園： 08：00（つま恋南ゲート）
　　※7月18日（金）はつま恋南ゲート開園は08:30になります。
　開　場： 09：00（ライブエリア＆フードエリア）
　開　演： 11：00（予定）
　終　演： 19：00（予定）

GLAY NEW SINGLE 「VERB」 in stores now

2008-06-17T01:34:00.000-07:00

GLAY NEW SINGLE 「VERB」 in stores now

GLAY New Singe"VERB" was released at June 11th (Japan Domestic Only).

Limited First Issue
　with DVD　1575yen(tax in)　TOCT-40214
CD
　1.VERB
　2.-VENUS
　3.WITH OR WITHOUT YOU
DVD
　1.STARLESS NIGHT from GLAY HIGHCOMMUNICATIONS TOUR 2007-2008
　2.VERB (Music Video)

Regular version
　1260yen(tax in)　TOCT-40215
CD Only
　1.VERB
　2.STARLESS NIGHT
　3.WITH OR WITHOUT YOU
※One collection music of CD is different in the limitation first issue and the regular version.

The lead tune "VERB" is a hard ROCK tune to feel new one side of GLAY with the sound to which the edge produced in a live tour works.
"-VENUS" has been released by the online is collected to the first limited issue as CD sound source in shape to answer a hot request from the fan.
"STARLESS NIGHT" to which the net is delivered is collected to the coupling of
the regular version.
In addition, "WITH OR WITHOUT YOU" of U2 that GLAY respects is collected as a cover tune.

初回限定盤　全3曲入 DVD　1575円(tax in)　TOCT-40214
CD
　1.VERB
　2.-VENUS
　3.WITH OR WITHOUT YOU
DVD
　1.STARLESS NIGHT from GLAY HIGHCOMMUNICATIONS TOUR 2007-2008
全52本に及んだ全国ホールツアー"GLAY HIGHCOMMUNICAIIONS TOUR 2007-2008"で、
初日から披露した新曲『SIARLESSNIGHT』を全箇所のオーディエンスの模様を含んで収録する予定。
2.VERB (Music Video)
※収録内容は変更される場合がございます。

通常盤　全3曲入　1260円(tax in)　TOCT-40215
CD
　1.VERB
　2.STARLESS NIGHT
　3.WITH OR WITHOUT YOU
※初回限定盤と通常盤ではCDの収録楽曲が1曲異なります。

リード楽曲は、2007年11月から行われた"GLAY HIGHCOMMUNICATIONS TOUR 2007-2008"の最中に制作されたことが如実に現れているエッジの利いたサウンドグルーブを持つ、GLAYの新たなる一面を感じさせるハードなROCKチューン「VERB」。
初回限定盤には、カップリングとして、配信でリリースしていた楽曲「－VENUS」をファンからの熱いリクエストに応える形でCD音源として収録。
さらに最近のGLAYのSingleで収録されているカバー曲には、メンバーがリスペクトしてやまないU2の「WITH OR WITHOUT YOU」を収録。
また、通常盤のカップリングには先行配信されていた「STARLESS NIGHT」を収録。
この楽曲は、すでに全国ホールツアー"GLAY HIGHCOMMUNICATIONS TOUR 2007-2008"全52公演、追加アリーナ6公演(合計動員20万人)の前で披露され、すでにファンの間では完全に認知されているGLAYサウンド炸裂の楽曲です。

GLAY live in US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-06-17T01:28:00.000-07:00

GLAY Live in U.S.

The United States performance of GLAY was decided. The schedule is as follows.
GLAY VERB TOUR 2008 in U.S
8/12(tue)The Fillmore(San Francisco)
8/15(fri) House of Blues Sunset Strip (Los Angeles)
8/16(sat) House of Blues Sunset Strip(Los Angeles)
* There are neither ticketing an early sales with HAPPY SWING (fan club) nor a ticket sales in Japan.
*There are no inquiries in Japan. Please confirm details on a local homepage etc.
* There is no tour for live participation from Japan.
Hall info.
The Fillmore
【http://www.livenation.com/venue/getVenue/venueId/1259 】
■House of Blues Sunset Strip
【http://www.hob.com/venues/clubvenues/sunsetstrip/】
GLAYアメリカ公演決定

スケジュールは以下の通りです。
8/12（tue）The Fillmore（サンフランシスコ）
8/15（fri） House of Blues Sunset Strip（ロサンゼルス）
8/16（sat）House of Blues Sunset Strip（ロサンゼルス）

※HAPPY SWING（ファンクラブ）でのチケット先行販売及び、日本国内でのチケット販売はございません。
※日本国内でのお問い合わせ先はございません。詳細は現地ホームページ等でご確認下さい。
※日本国内からのライブ参加のためのツアーはございません。　　

●会場info.
■ The Fillmore　【 http://www.livenation.com/venue/getVenue/venueId/1259】
元は1921年にダンスホール、Fillmore Westとしてオープン。
50年代はブラックミュージックのアーティストが主に出演したが、
有名なアメリカのプロモーターBill Graham(1931～1991)が1965年12月にライブ会場としてオープン。
1971年7月に9月に一度クローズ。この最後のライブは、フィルモア・ラストコンサートという映画になる。
1989年に再オープン、一度地震で建物が破壊されましたが、1994年に再オープン。
60年代にはCream,The Grateful Dead,Pink Floyd,Led Zeppelin,Santana,Miles Davis、
それ以降もLinkin Park,Norah Jones,B.B.King,Paul Weller等の有名なアーテイストが出演。
大変歴史の有る会場である。

■House of Blues Sunset Strip　【http://www.hob.com/venues/clubvenues/sunsetstrip/】
1994年に設立、ウエスト・ハリウッドのSunset Blvd.沿いにあるHouse of Blues Sunset Strip。
入り口は、レトロな掘っ立て小屋風ですが　大物ミュージシャンも登場する伝統が有る会場である。
アメリカを代表するライブハウスでアメリカだけで約17カ所ある。
出演したアーティストには、John Mayer,Prince,maroon 5,James Blunt,Jeff Beck,King Crimson,
Kid Rock,Stevie Wonder等。

GLAY Official Myspace open!!!!!

2008-06-17T01:27:00.000-07:00

Message from TAKURO (Leader of GLAY)

Welcome to our "Myspace" page!
We hope you enjoy all the cool stuff here at our page.
Hopefully, you'll get to know a little about us, and we'll get to know a little about you.

It's been twenty years since this whole GLAY thing got started, and we wanted to do something special.
We decided that this would be the year we took our show across the Pacific!
I can't tell you how excited we are to be playing live in the US for the first time!!!(Well, not counting HAWAII...)

The idea of doing a series of concerts (a "tour" if you will) in the States is one that's been kicking around in our band for a while now.
Thanks to our friends in L.A. we were able to make it happen.
We'll be playing two shows in L.A. and one in San Francisco in August.
A lot of people have asked us, "Will you be doing something different for your shows in California?"
Well, we're certainly going to do our best to share our passion for music with all our fans, family, and friends.
But that's what we always do. That's what we've learned from our heroes.

We hope to make this page a place where our fans all over the world can come and experience a rock & roll world without boundaries!

My name is TAKURO. I play guitar. I'm the tall one.
ギターのTAKUROです。

今年で結成20周年を迎えるGLAYですがいよいよアメリカでのライブが決定しメンバー皆とても興奮しています。
もともとの発想はアメリカに住む昔からの友人であり海外に行った際には非常に頼りがいのある在米スタッフにGLAYのライブを見せたい！というものでした。
忙しくてなかなか帰国出来ない彼に僕らの生の姿を見せたい、音楽を聞かせたい…
という気持ちが昔からいつもありました。
そしてアメリカに住んでいる日本人の方からも「ぜひ来て欲しい」という声をたくさんいただいていました。
その声にも応えたいということでこの夏サンフランシスコとLAでライブをやります。
もちろん音楽に国境がないことは偉大なる僕らの先輩ミュージシャンが証明してくれているので、
僕らは僕らの音楽をただ奏で、異国で日々暮らしている人たちに僕らの音楽を楽しんでもらえればと思っています。
もちろんたくさんの人種が集まって出来ている国アメリカということで誰が遊びにきてくれてもOK！
言葉を越え、文化を越え、僕らの音楽がオーディエンスに届くようベストを尽くします。

そしてもう皆さん知っての通り"ap bank fes'08"にも参加させていただきます。
去年は台風に見舞われ2日間中止になったと聞きました。
今年の天気はどうかな？
心地よい天気になることを祈りつつ、まずは純粋に音楽を楽しみ、素晴らしい環境に身をゆだね、そして少しだけ"何か"を家に持って帰っていただければ幸いです。

環境に関するフェスとはいえGLAYはGLAY流のROCKを激しくかき鳴らします！
思いっきり汗かいて素敵な夏の思い出を作りましょう！

Message from TERU

I am very glad to hear a lot of cheering message here at MySpace from all
over the world to our U.S. Tour which is finally announced last week.
We're going to bring the highest GLAY sound so stay tuned for our stage in
San Francisco and Los Angeles.
Anyway, GLAY's Live Performance is so hot !
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　TERU

先日、遂にアメリカでのライブが発表され、ココMY SPACEでは、早くも世界中から応援の声が届き、嬉しく思ってます。

サンフランシスコ、ロサンゼルスに、最高のGLAYサウンドを響かせに行くので、楽しみに待ってて下さい。

とにかく、GLAYのLIVEは熱いよ！
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　TERU

so... where are Jiro and Hisashi???????????????

XDXDXDXD~~~~~~ yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy!!!!!!!!!!

Boku no kazoku n koishii nyoo~

2008-06-02T22:26:00.000-07:00

Bg music: ponyo2 - Di gi charat OST
mood: bersemangadh

lg pengen ngepost silsilah kruarga neh,, trmasup koishii yg tinggal bersama saia di Himura Mansion (kembaran Himuro Mansion).

Berikut ini adalah list makhluk2 yg tinggal di mansion saia yg terkenal dgn keangkerannya sampe dibikinin game Fatal Frame!
Himuro: itu mah mansion gw!
w: mansion qt pan kembar om! *ngaku2*
Himuro: truz setan2nya?
w: setan2 d tmpat om bebas maen disini. Lagian mansion ini masih baru n lebih modern!
Himuro: jadi, mansion gw ud jadul gt?! *cabik2*
w: ampun omm!! *lempar freddy bet nanganin om ngamuk*

baiklah,, perkenalkan kruarga saia..
oyaji: Yoshiki, Hide (sbenarnyah w binun mw nempatin dy dmn. W c manggil dy Hide-sama)
uncle: teru, takuro, kyo, freddy, ken, ryuichi
ex. Lover: hyde

brothers: reita, inoran, shin chan, sephiroth, malfoy

sisters: micchan, maruko, mika nakashima, azuki chan, ai otsuka, erika sawajiri, dejiko, puchiko, yui

loverz: Jiro, Hisashi, Sugizo, Uruha, Miyavi, Gerrard
loverz(anime, game): kenshin himura, vincent valentine, yunosuke ogasawara
ikemen: j, ruki, shou, matsuken, sota
bishie: ruiza, kimeru, adachin
sensei: takeshi obata, nobuhiro watsuki, inoue takehiko

adress na watsuki sensei sbelom pindah ke Himura Mansion:
Mr. Nobuhiro Watsuki
c/o Weekly Shonen Jump
5-10, Hitotsubashi 2-chome
Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo-to
101-8050 Japan

sekian dan terima kasihhh XDXDXDXD~~~

yang baca jurnal inihh.. tolong post kruarga kalian juga dunk.. kalo sempet.. ehehehehhe... kali aja qt tetanggaan XP

MARRY ME!!!!

2008-05-28T02:07:00.000-07:00

sesuai urutannn.. inilah misua2 saiahhh XDXDXDXDXDXD loph u babehhh!!!

Certificate of Marriage
http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/4868_86463.jpg' height='80px' />
This is to certify that
Wayama Yoshihito "Jiro"
and
Ani_Himura
were married on
May 28, 2008
Marry">http://www.myfconline.com'>Marry Your Favorite Character

Certificate of Marriage
http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/4866_29847.jpg' height='80px' />
This is to certify that
Tonomura Hisashi
and
Ani_Himura
were married on
May 28, 2008
Marry">http://www.myfconline.com'>Marry Your Favorite Character

Certificate of Marriage
http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/13899_6624.jpg' height='80px' />
This is to certify that
Sugizo
and
Ani_Himura
were married on
May 28, 2008
Marry">http://www.myfconline.com'>Marry Your Favorite Character

Certificate of Marriage
http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/132595_87393.jpg' height='80px' />
This is to certify that
uruha
and
Ani_Himura
were married on
May 28, 2008
Marry">http://www.myfconline.com'>Marry Your Favorite Character

Certificate of Marriage
http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/25823_32115.jpg' height='80px' />
This is to certify that
Miyavi
and
Ani_Himura
were married on
May 28, 2008
Marry">http://www.myfconline.com'>Marry Your Favorite Character

Certificate of Marriage
http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/26287_103129.jpg' height='80px' />
This is to certify that
<3 Gerard Way <3
and
Ani_Himura
were married on
May 28, 2008
Marry">http://www.myfconline.com'>Marry Your Favorite Character

GLAY - VERB on WHAT's IN web

2008-05-28T01:42:00.000-07:00

漫才から人生哲学まで取材

昨日は、GLAYのTAKURO＆TERU両氏に取材。
6/11リリースの新音源「VERB」に関するインタヴュー
…という入り口だった…が、
ツアーの総括やら現時点心境など“話の倍率”が
いろいろと変化して、素晴らしいものになった。

帰りぎわに、編集担当のおがっちとも話しながら、
もはやGLAY～特にTAKUROさんとは、
漫才めいた話から人生哲学まで自在に話せるスタンスが育まれている
ということを、自覚したのだった。

“時間の降り積もりってすごい…”。

そこで、TERUさんの、ひと言。
「俺たちのロックには“継続”というものが入っているんです」。

あの人、時々ものすごくいいこと言う（真剣笑）。

↑「VERB」のジャケット。
“生き物のような音”になっています。
2008.05.10　　22:47

http://www.musicnet.co.jp/whatsin/saeki/

TAG TAG TAG!!!

2008-05-13T02:44:00.000-07:00

The rule says:
-Remove one (1) question from below, and add in your personal question
- make it a total of 20 questions
- tag eight (8) people on your list.
-List them out at the end of this post.

-------------------------------------------------------------

1. What's a phrase you can say perfectly in another language, and what does it mean? (English and your mother tongue do not count!)
Sugee~ (cool)

2. If you will have the guy(girl) u like in front of you what will you want them to say?

kimi ga suki

3. What would be the word (1 word) that best describes you???

psycho

4. What band you like best??
GLAY, Luna Sea, Mr.Children, X-Japan ^ ^

5. if you were looked with a guy that like you but u dont like him what would you do u dont have a phone and the lights turned off?

get away

6. When you encounter a sad moment, what do you do?
go to my room n crying

7. What is ur most often used phrase?
cool!!, fuck you!, nyaa~, shimatta!, kuso!, sugoi!!

8. What do you love the most about last year (2007)?
Luna Sea held a reunion concert ^ ^

9. What time do you wake up?
6am on monday and thursday

10. How do you cope with boredom?
read novels, drawing, gaming, surf the net

11. What is one thing you'll never get tired of?
watching GLAY concert XP

12. What is your ambition?
meet my sensei: Takeshi Obata n Nobuhiro Watsuki

13. If you have one wish, what would you wish for?
marry Sugizo, Jiro n Hisashi XP~

14. If you'd be able to be with only one person whom you think is sensible to talk to, who'd be that person?
Jiro!! he can makes me happy all time ^^

15. What’s your worst attitude?
if i don't like someone . i'll tell her/him right away hohohohoho~

16. If you were to get stuck inside a movie, which movie will it be?
Rurouni Kenshin OVA,,

17. What do you look forward to in 2008?
buy all Luna Sea cd/dvd

18. If you were to do one bad thing and get away with it, what would it be?

kill someone

19.What specifically are you most attracted to in the opposite sex?
a cool person, likes black, has j-rock style and he must loves GLAY n Luna Sea!

20. How long can you hold on without sleep?
3-4 days it's ok.. bot i can't hold it more than that..

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Sugizo's blog -hide memmorial summit-

2008-05-08T19:19:00.000-07:00

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

hide memorial summit

What an amazing event. It was a wonderful event where our intentions and wishes of the past 10 years became one with those of everyone there. All of the artists who performed were beautiful, and so were all the members of the audience who came to see us.

Both LUNA SEA and X JAPAN were broken into pieces. At one point, it seemed unbelievable that the bands would ever join together again. Without mistake, the person who connected us together anew, who made us recall that irreplaceable passion, was hide.

Our big brother was there at Ajinomoto Stadium, having a great time. He embraced us as we stood on the stage, then became a butterfly flying about the stadium. He had a blast experiencing the feelings of the thousands of people gathered there who love him from the bottom of their hearts, and enjoyed the rowdiness of the crazy, happy festival that took place.

Now that it's been 10 years since that day, we who have chosen to remain on will continue living along with music, giving it our everything, even more than we are now. Until the day we depart for hide's world, we're going to give music our bodies and souls.

Thank you so much to everyone who came. And than you as well to all the friends who were with us on stage. And to our beloved older brother, thank you.

Let's get together again someday and bring the house down!

SUGIZO

素晴らしいイベントだった。
俺達の、みんなの１０年間の意思が、願いがひとつになった
本当に素晴らしいイベントだった。

全ての出演アーティストが美しかった。
集まってくれたすべてのオーディエンスのみんなが美しかった。

LUNA SEAもX JAPANも一度はバラバラになったバンド。
一時期はもう再集結などありえないと思っていたバンド。
その絆をもう一度繋いでくれたのは、
もう一度あのかけがえのない情熱を思い出させてくれたのは、
間違いなくhideさんだと思う。

兄貴、味の素スタジアムで大喜びしてたね。
ステージで俺達を抱いてくれていたし、
蝶になって会場中を飛び回っていたね。
hideさんを心から愛する、集まってくれた何万人もの思いを、
クレイジーで超HAPPYなお祭り騒ぎを、
最高に楽しんでくれていたよね。

あれから１０年経った今、
俺達は、生き残ることをチョイスした俺達は、
これからまた今まで以上に全てをかけて音楽に生きるよ。
いつか兄貴の世界に逝くその時まで、
全身全霊で音楽に生きるよ。

集まってくれたみんな、本当にありがとう。
ステージに上がった全ての仲間達、本当にありがとう。
そして愛する兄貴、本当にありがとう。

またいつか集まって大騒ぎしようぜー。

SUGIZO

9:17 PM

The black Parade is Dead

2008-05-08T18:57:00.000-07:00

Monday, May 05, 2008

GET THE NEW MCR CD/DVD - WITH SPECIAL MASKS MADE BY THE BAND!

Hey Guys and Gals,

We have all been anxiously waiting for June 24th. On this day, the DVD/CD entitled "The Black Parade is Dead" hits stores, online outlets, and other avenues. Starting today, you'll be able to preorder said DVD/CD directly from
theblackparadeisdead.com . It depicts the final "Black Parade" show in all of its arena-rock glory, live from Mexico City this past Fall.

We also decided to include a video of the intimate show we had at New Jersey's legendary club, Maxwells, this past October. We played one of our very first shows on that stage, and it was amazing to be on it once again. These shows were some of the most memorable and fun we've ever had onstage. The kids at the Mexico City show actually overpowered the PA, and their voices were deafening. The Maxwells show was complete pandemonium, and the video captures the feeling of and old school MCR show, the way it was way back when. I want to apologize for the wait, as we wanted to make sure that it was absolutely perfect for your viewing pleasure.

With the pre-order, you are entitled to 3 DRM-free download of select tracks from the Mexico City show (Mama, Dead, and Welcome to the Black Parade). Inside the special edition, you'll find the DVD tucked inside of a collectible pinewood coffin box with our logo burned into the top. Also, inside, you will receive 1 of 5 Day of The Dead-esque masks we each designed. We had a blast designing them, and hope you have a blast wearing them, (or whatever else you choose to do with them). The special edition also contains a "death certificate of authenticity with our signatures printed on it. This edition if extremely limited, so if you want one, pre-order sooner than later.

We are almost finished with our special intimate theater tour and it's been insane. Some of venues we haven't played in many years, and flood my head with fond memories. It's amazing to be able to share with all of our fans old and new.

We love each and every one of you, and hope you have as much fun watching it as we had making it.

Regards

Mikeyway

6:44 PM

The Black Parade is Dead! Live CD + DVD featuring over 2 hours of footage from the Fall 2007 Mexico City and New Jersey shows
Collectible pinewood coffin box burned in with the My Chemical Romance logo
1 of 5 different hand painted collectible Day Of The Dead masks created and designed by each band member
Death Certificate of Authenticity numbered with a print of each band member’s autograph
3 downloadable live tracks from the Mexico City set

The Black Parade is Dead! Live CD + DVD featuring over 2 hours of footage from the Fall 2007 Mexico City and New Jersey shows
3 downloadable live tracks from the Mexico City set

Hide Memorial Summit

2008-05-05T16:54:00.000-07:00

＜LUNA SEA (復活オマケ) ＞
01.月光
02.PRECIOUS...　
03.G.　
04.Dejavu
05.SLAVE
06.SCANNER
07.IN SILENCE
08.BLUE TRANSPARENCY
09.ROSIER
10.TONIGHT
11.WISH
12.UP TO YOU

Pink Spider (by hide)
X　JAPAN ＋LUNA SEA
Vo. TOSHI RYUICHI
Gu, YOSHIKI PATA SUGIZO INORAN
Ba. HEATH J
Dr. 真矢

BELIEVE （by LUNA SEA）
X　JAPAN ＋LUNA SEA
Vo, TOSHI, RYUICHI
Gu, PATA SUGIZO INORAN 真矢
Ba. HEATH J
Dr, YOSHKI

X (by X JAPAN)
X　JAPAN　
LUNA SEA　
LADIES ROOM　
ムック
TMR 西川
Spread Beaver

J - RIDE

2008-05-04T13:37:00.000-07:00

『RIDE』
J
2008.04.23 OUT
AVCD-23577
￥3,000 (tax out)

Tracklist:
01 I feel you
02 final call
03 ray of light
04 RECKLESS
05 Speed of Love
06 Flames
07 never ever
08 nothing
09 Hi light & the Deep shade
10 Snake Beat (album version)
11 island
12 addiction

10 facts 'bout me

2008-04-30T21:09:00.000-07:00

ditag banyak orang XDXDXD

Rules:

- each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves
- bloggers tagged need to write on their on blog about their ten things and post the rules.
- at the end of your blog you need to choose 10 people you`re going to tag and list their names.
- dont forget to comment on their site that they`re tagged.

1. Love musicians who can play both Rock n Ballad or more genres. They are X, GLAY, Luna Sea, Mr.Children, Mika Nakashima, Ayumi Hamasaki, MCR, .
2. Hate artists who arent really skillfull in their subject but they became famous just because of their good looking face or having a connection in order to make them famous.
3. Im not a talkative person. Id better 2 give messages 2 my friend rather than talking 2 'em.
4. I love Psychotic, darkness, n evilish things. That's why i love Freddy, Fatal Frame n Forbidden Siren.
5. Love candies n chocolates. But the take effect on my teeth ToT. I have 2 visit dentist regularly.
6. i used to be a Game Freak XDXDXD "Dewa Gim di masa SMA"
7. I looooovvve sleep!! but ihave insomnia ToT. that's why i got really angry when someone wake me up when i just got my wonderful sleep some minutes ago.
8. have very acute maag. i can collapse anytime ><; -thiz iz bad-
9. Im an MPD (multiple personality disorder) *that's what i think* coz sometimes i got -blackout-
10. I love my online friendz sooo mucchhh!!

who tagged next??

all of my contacts

J-Bands that i love

2008-04-30T19:46:00.000-07:00

Mood: happy =3 *wanna kiss Jiro*

alrite, i havent post any blog recently. Saa, now im gonna write about my fave j-bands..

1. GLAY

i decided to put this band as number 1 band in my live. Yeach, as u might know. GLAY is one of the legendary bands in japan. This band is really popular among nihonjin. Eventhough their sales now arent very high since bad things happened at them. It is because of their previous label (Unlimited Records). And after they moved to EMI their popularity are getting down. They got not much publicty from EMI. GLAY stages at their concert getting smaller n smaller.. You know what i hate about this is their transfer to EMI isthe biggest transfer in Japan. Means that they got alot of money from this. What i heard is the money has spent to pay for their previous concerts (the manager ran their money away).
Since that tragedy, i love them more n more. I hope they can reach their popularity again. Like they used to years ago. I still love them no matter what will be happened. I love GLAY because of their music & how they communicate with their fans. How they care their fans. I always like it when they bring the camera n shoot their fans. Then the fans smiling cheerfully. How beautiful!! A year a go, GLAY was my number 2 band after larc. But now i know that i love GLAY more than larc. If just i know GLAY earlier.. I'd be sooo happy =P

songs that i really love are Special Thanks, I'm in Love, Pure Soul, Yuuwaku, n Coyote Colored Darkness. Actually i love all of their songs. But those 5 songs that i lised have their own story. Between me n GLAY..
# Special Thanks, was the first song i heard. It made me cry at the first time i heard that. The bass line in the opening made my heart beating.. (that's why i love Jiro) Sooo ballad n i love the lyric so much
# I'm in Love, always make me cry. And the fans always cry when they perform this song. Beautiful song ever. I love this song since i watched GLAY Expo '99 in Makuhari. The biggest concert in the world ^^b
# Pure Soul, dont know why but i really love this song. Especially the NHK orchestra version of Pure Soul PV.
# Yuuwaku, i love Hisa's guitar line. N hisa's hot pants in this pv
# Coyote Colored Darkness, song about Hisa's father. He died after having a fight with Hisa. This song represents Hisa's feeling.

2. Luna Sea

i know this band in 2003. At that time i only knew 2 songs; I for You n Love song. Love them so much.. But i dunno where n how to get the other song.. So i decided to leave it as the time goes on. Then last August, i fell in love with Sugizo *blush*. So i look for Luna Sea's songs. And i know that they are great! Hi skilled members. Esp; Sugizo. I love him since i watched "Crazy About You" (live ver.). Luna Sea's concert last december somehow makes me feel sad because i couldn't make it. I couldn't attend their concert. Since im just a student n i dont own much money to attend "One Night Dejavu". Poor me!

3. Mr.Children

love this band since the beginning of 2008! Jejeje, i dont know much of their songs yet. But i have watched bunch of thei video lately. And i love Hibiki n Shirushi so much. Eventhough this band is not very hi skilled on instruments like GLAY or Luna Sea. I still love this band because of their songs. The only Pop Rock band that i love! Non J-Rock band. But still, awesome 4 me!

Special band with special member "X-Japan"

if u dont know X, you dont know J-Rock!
the first j-music album i bought is the X's album. No other j-band can replace their position in my heart. I heart X! I heart Yoshiki (as my grandpa) n Hide (as my sensei).. I love all of their songs. I hate people who hate X!! X is "the Guru" of J-Rock. Wait 4 me yoshiki~sama. Ill come 2 u someday..

I love all of them, n i hope it will be last until the day i die..

GLAY rumour -coming to Taiwan-

2008-04-30T19:27:00.000-07:00

團長tetsu自評100分彩虹樂團離台嚷明年還要來

「彩虹」樂團27日在百餘歌迷歡送下順利離台。26日晚間，團員低調前往FiFi餐廳慶功，吉他手Ken直說：「明年還要再來！」

彩虹前晚在FiFi餐廳慶功，主唱HYDE、貝斯手兼團長tetsu和吉他手Ken分批到達現場，歌迷自動排成兩列恭迎，用日文問候團員：「辛苦了！」遲到的鼓手yukihiro則搭計程車趕赴現場，一度被閃光燈閃到下不了車。

團員點了麻婆豆腐、東坡肉等料理大快朵頤，Ken不斷說台語，逗笑全場，tetsu則表示很滿意台灣觀眾表現，自評100分。日本天團接連襲台，「彩虹」慶功宴上X JAPAN工作人員也現身，８月來台日期引起矚目，GLAY也傳出年底可能來台開唱。

Sugizo's blog.. february 22 2008

2008-04-09T06:51:00.000-07:00

Friday, February 22, 2008
Wrapped up in music ~超音楽漬け~

Lately I've been so busy that I feel like I'm going to die.
As always, I'm totally wrapped up in music.
For the first time in a while,
I've been working on recording and TD as the solo artist SUGIZO.
Then there's the editing and TD for the LUNA SEA O.N.D. DVD,
and work on the LUNAN SEA COMPLETE BEST,
as well as dealing with the artwork and packaging for all of these things.
This chaotic situation is a total three-way struggle,
and editing the live footage is especially hellish. (^_^;)
My days and nights are totally reversed.
Since I've been so involved in TD,
it feels bizarrely like all the nerves in my body are on edge.
And since it's really important for me to check the explosive sounds,
my ears at the end are crying out in pain…
In fact, they still hurt. (>_<)
I've probably gotten some new gray hairs, too.

In the midst of all this, I saw The Police perform at Tokyo Dome,
and also went to my buddy CHARLIE's Bonten live.
I'm in music hell (or heaven?) and my ears are definitely protesting…

I've always wanted to see The Police live,
and it was really moving to finally get to do so.
All three of them possess skill and sense beyond their age,
and their singing and playing is utterly amazing.
And especially worth mentioning is the fact that it's been 30 years since
their debut!
When I look back,
the first copy I was in back in middle school was a copy of The Police.
Even though 30 years have passed, they don't seem the least bit old.
Their eternal legacy gives off an intense sparkle.
They totally took over my body and soul with their strong, amazing rock.

CHARLIE's band Bonten was amazing too.
All three members of the guitar trio were great.
SPEACLOUD's sensual funk jams,
Bonten's progressive jam rock,
and Electron-3's noisy free jazz created an image that was right smack
in the middle of my tastes.
My dear friend Kenji Yoshiura's percussion solo was awesome too.
I really need to keep working hard to get better! It was a great performance.

Anyway, these past few weeks have been stuffed full of music.
I finally got a moment to breathe yesterday,
but I have to dive right back into the next thing.
If only I could rest for 2 or 3 days…

SUGIZO

このところ、死ぬかと思うくらい忙しかった。
まあ、いつものことなんだけど、超音楽漬け。

SUGIZO名義、Soloとしての久々のレコーデイング及びTD。
LUNA SEA、O.N.D.のDVD映像編集及びTD&MA。
LUNA SEA、コンプリート・ベストの作業。
またそれらのアートワーク、パッケージまわりの制作。
一気に押し寄せてきて三つ巴状態、もう超カオス状態だった。
特にライヴ映像の編集はまさに地獄のような作業でね (^_^;)。
完全に昼夜ひっくり返っちゃうし。
TDの作業は本当に気が狂いそうなほど突き詰めるから、
ずっと体中の全神経が異常な研ぎすまされた状態。
しかも俺の場合、爆音でのチェックがすっげー重要なので
最後は耳が悲鳴上げてるよ。。。
もうマジで耳痛い (>_<)。
これじゃ白髪も増えるよな〜。

そんな最中、POLICEのドーム公演観に行ってきたり
くされ縁仲間のCHARLIEの梵天のライヴに行ったりしてるのです。
やっぱり音楽地獄 (天国?)、耳は悲鳴だよな。。。

念願の初生POLICE。感動だったー。
３人とも実年齢を思うと信じられないほどのスキルとセンスだ。
歌のウマさ、プレイの超絶さにヨダレものだった。
しかも節目番長的に大変なのが、
今年はPOLICEデビュー30周年記念！
しかも思い返してみると俺が中学の頃、
初めてコピーしたバンドもPOLICEだったな。。。
30年の時を過ぎても全く古さを微塵も感じさせない楽曲達は、
もはや永遠の遺産、強烈な輝きを放ってたな。
最強に偉大なROCKに身も心も本当にシビれさせてもらったよ。

CHARLIEのバンド、梵天のライヴもよかったぜー。
全３バンド。すべてギタートリオ。
SPEACLOUDは官能ファンクジャム、
梵天はプロフレッシヴ・ジャズロック、
Electron-3は音響系フリージャズ、
そんなイメージの音で、どのバンドも俺の好みド真ん中だった。
盟友よしうらけんじ氏のパーッカッション・ソロもあって
それがまた最高だった。
俺ももっともっと磨き上げなくては！
ホントにいいライヴだったぜー。

とにかく超音楽漬けのここ数週間。
昨日やっと一段落したよ〜。
すぐにも次なる作業に突入しなきゃなんないんだけど、
２〜３日休みたいなぁ。。。

SUGIZO

GLAY SHRINE

HELP BRING X JAPAN to INDONESIA

HELP BRING X JAPAN to INDONESIA

GACKt Show Your Heart Pictures

Message from TAKURO

GLAY to Release Rare Collectives Vol 3 and 4

Rare Collectives vol.3 Special Edition [2CD+DVD, Limited Edition]

Rare Collectives vol.4 Special Edition [2CD+DVD, Limited Edition]

Sugizo Myspace blog 5 Jan 2011

Dear my friend Mick...

GLAY at Mujintou Festival 2006

Je T'Aime anime

are you complete!?

HISASHI RX-72 @ US STREAM

GLAY Rock Around The World Concerts Date

Cosplay Quesioner

Happy 5th Anniver~

GLAY rocks for "Blood: The Last Vampire"

Takuro message Saturday 21/03/2009

GLAY new upcoming single "I am xxx"

Super Junior - Sorry, Sorry lyric

STILL LOVE featuring TERU (GLAY)

GLAY15周年×TSUTAYA RECORDS コラボレーション企画 特典CD付きチケットをTSUTAYAにて期間限定販売開始

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GLAY myspace: Takuro message

Lee Jun Ki cyworld: Our... Beautiful Times

MYV graduated from PSC

Lee Jun Ki raps for Sori

Otanjoubi Omedetou HISASHI - GLAY

WE WILL NOT GO DOWN (Song for Gaza)

In Memoriam verse CXXI-CXXXI

In Memoriam verse CI-CXX

In Memoriam verse LXXXI-C

In Memoriam verse LXI-LXXX

In Memoriam verse XLI-LX

In Memoriam verse XXI-XL

In Memoriam verse I-XX

In Memoriam (poem)

Teru's blog ゲネプロ

ゲネプロ。

Teru's blog: Merikurimasu

2008年12月24日

in ZEPP SAPPORO

The Predators DVD Shoot The Moon Tour

MYV's blog - Angry Sky

GLAY countdown

Yesung ato Junsu?

Super Junior Sapphire Blue Around The World -International- Project

GLAY double PV

need help 4 LJ cut

back 2 d real me!

Cutie boys driving me crazy~

August i'm in love! last year >SUGIZO,,,, now >Donghae

Sorry Love...

HAPPY GLAY DAY

GLAY up coming single!

Hisa's message

im so happy

Happy 39th B'day SUGIZO~cama

ap bank fest'08

GLAY Myspace

GLAY DEMAND!!

HISASHI participates in the best album of Kyosuke Himuro by the arrangement.

GLAY was decided to perform to “ap bank fes’08

GLAY NEW SINGLE 「VERB」 in stores now

GLAY live in US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GLAY Official Myspace open!!!!!

Boku no kazoku n koishii nyoo~

MARRY ME!!!!

GLAY - VERB on WHAT's IN web

TAG TAG TAG!!!

Sugizo's blog -hide memmorial summit-

The black Parade is Dead

Hide Memorial Summit

J - RIDE

10 facts 'bout me

J-Bands that i love

GLAY rumour -coming to Taiwan-

Sugizo's blog.. february 22 2008

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