Women Are Ridiculous

I wear my little dress
I stick to the black
Sometimes I like yelow
Green can make me great

Red is all forgotten
Only lips and cheeks
Now I am brunette
Tomorrow Irish glory!

I love women's mind
It's all blast, it's fun
Women are ridiculous
Also very smart

They reed horoscopes
Cry over cigarettes
They believe in magazines
In solarium-they're free!

They wear high heels, shoes
Ev'rything that shines
They are like grandmothers,
Daughters, disco lights!
They cry over men
They are sure in that
When it comes to hate
For hate it's never late

They can't stand each other
But they act best friends
It's so strange, so strange
No one can't explain

Oh, I love their minds!
Without it I'd feel empty
There's no greater absurd
When it comes to granny

Inside

February-sanctuary
I forgot myself
Into deep water
Wanna catch my name?

Inside my vulva
Vulcano hurts
Into deep water
Somebody burns
 

Run me all over
Take me through heights
I forgot myself
Ocean still kills

 Avoid
Avoid the weakness
And start the madness
All our sadness
Turned to gladness

Slowly resist
Lonely forget
My head is up
This can be start

Of something
Or sometimes
In meantime
I’ll see you

We 
As one
And all
Is done

Livin In A Tram
Ev’ry day
Ev’ry night
Traveling lights
Fulfilled my eyes

I gotta sense
Livin’ in tram
On wheels, on steel
Every minute

I am the eye
Traveling by
People and cars
Beautiful houses

And sky is wide
Ocular harbour
To go there in peace
In solitude to bleed

The End Was Here
We clearly see
That The End was here
The End of this scene
Our precious fake creativity

So, what do you want now?

Mature Nativity
Decoded Tragedy
Mankind Tranquility
How do you see?

She cries inside
And, he’s so broken
Love we forgot
Nothing is done

So, what do you want now?

The End is here
(Is there anything left?)

Opportunity
Has nothing to do 
With luck
Circumstances
Made by accident
As I walk down the street
Lightly dressed

We all relay
On our Knowledge and Intellect
But, what If there isn't
Anything inside?

I’m in love
With my destiny
But I don’t like
To predict
My
Future ways

Time is not our enemy
I consider its non-existance
I measure it with nothing
But, I suppose my mind’s not empty

I rush in Nowhere
And my days are filled with pain
Process making has a sense
Sense of something real

I want to hold
Heavy in my hands
I want to feel
How hard life can be

I don’t need to hide
Somewhere in my mind
Dreams are for tonight
But today I want to be real

http://soundcloud.com/tamaradinka

Although I have never finished, or went to some art school, I have always had a deeper need of creating and making things with my own hands. I have, yeah, finished the secondary school for piano, so I also sing now and play in one electro-punk band. I always liked the combination of black and white, maybe red or some other color, so I had a different phases til now in my work, from doing paintings with pastels and in lots of color, to using just one color, pencil, marker, to whatever material I had. I've never tried to make a sculpture, I'm a typical visuel type. I also, use photography a lot, 'cause I'm impressed by changing shapes and identity of some ordinary objects. I am a perfectionists, and I give more meaning to just one draw, line, whatever. I am doing this because I'm selfobsessed, also, and that's the fact.

Call A Cab
When the night is warm and young
Vine we drank left in a back
Room is quiet, blue and light
You turn and say
Please, call a cab

I call the cab

Tiny dresses funny faces
Downtown Sat. I met my friends
With all respect, but never said
Madly dance and once again

I call the cab

Alone and tired
I’ve met myself

Mirror says
   You looked quite better
     You show up, beautiful smile

 I’ll stay-
I sware
Don’t call the cab
Don’t call the cab

Always On Decay
And another day
Yet to come
I am thirsty
Smiling ev’ryone

My computer body
Runs on time
I am walking
Descendin’ on the start

Being upside down
I’m always on decay
Feelings change

Dreams ideals
Brought me into real
Surreal is the feel
I want to feel

The more I got
But I’m not satisfied
No delusions
This world is cheap divine

Being upside down
I’m always on decay
People change
(But, the same is ev’rywhere)

W...
So, why are so triviate
And pathetic
The Words?
Life sounds much better
Through
Screamings and Shouts

Always the New
New names and some flames
I’ll stay the same
Remaining myself.

Living the pain
Is all that you can
Forgetting the past
Forgetting excepted.

I am the Inate
The Disgust of God
(Nothing exists... nothing exists...)

Forgive me for loving
My weakness in heart
Disease is disaster
It always lasts.

Fuck the Phony
I phone the phony
He said he loves me
He said he needs me
And never tease me

I look at phony
His eyes are on smokey
His lips are wety
I want to slap him!

I fuck the phony
Leave high heels on me
Make coffee for him
Tell I adore him

(I wave to phony
Say what's wrong for me
My mind is clear
But action's real!)

Bunch of phonies
Jumping on my head 2x

Are they bunnies...
  Are they fun as...

 

People Can Smell Worse Than Animals
People can smell
Worse than animals
When it's not the
The appropriate situation

I can see you sweat
I can see it in your eyes
I can feel you're bad
Beside you I feel mad

Mixed emotions, lies are empty
Take my hands, be yourself
How people can fall
How people can fall in front of your eyes

I can see your change
I won't tell it hurts
I can see you're mad
Beside you I feel bad