I´m not an angel, but I have never said that either
I can´t change my feelings, my thoughts, my values
I am who I am
I have to follow my heart and the right feeling...
...sometimes incorrectly referred to as the Elusive Man.
"illusive" refers to that which is transitory, unreal, or deceptive, such as an illusion.
-You're the Lazarus Project's director, aren't you?
Yes... I,ve put alot of time and effort in bringing you back to life to let you get killed now.
-I thought we'd be meeting face to face...
A necessary precation. Not unusual for people who know what you and i know.
-What exactly is it that "you and i know?"
That our place in the universe is more fragile than we'd like to think.
That one woman
-- one specific woman --
might be all that stands between humanity and the greatest threat to our brief exsistance.
-Cut to the point... What are the Reapers doing that made you decide to bring me back?
We're at war.
No one wants to admit it, but humanity is under attack.
While you've been sleeping, entire colonies have been disappearing.
Human colonies.
We believe it's someone working for the Reapers. You've seen it yourself.
You bested all of them. Thats just one reason we chose you.
Dont you get it? The only one worth saving is you. Everyone else is expendable.
Well all knew the risks when we signed up. Without you there is no point to any of this.
-Is this a volunteer job, or am I being volunteered?
You always have a choice, if we don’t find the evidence we’re looking for we can part ways.
Do any research you can; who is abduction the colonies, do they have any connection?
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black, Why you never see bright colors on my back...
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on:
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down; Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime, but is there because he's a victim of the times
I wear the black for those who never read or listened to the words that Jesus said
about the road to happiness through love and charity.
Why you think he's talking straight to you and me?
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I'd suppose, in our streak of lightning cars and fancy clothes...
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back; Up front there ought be a Man In Black
I wear it for the sick and lonely old, for the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been; Each week we lose a hundred fine young men
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died believin' that the Lord was on their side
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died believen' that we all were on their side
Well, there's things that never will be right, I know, and things need changin' everywhere you go...
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right; You'll never see me wear a suit of white!
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day, and tell the world that everything's OK
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back...
'Till things are brighter; I'm the Man In Black.
Team was broken up, records sealed, and I was grounded
-You really trust the Illusive Man?
I don't trust anyone who makes more than I do.
But he cant be that bad; saved your life, let me fly...
-Those colonies need my help, I just want to find out what happened to those missing.
I still don’t trust Cerberus. I haven’t made up my mind yet.
Why did you join Cerberus?
I thought things would change after the attack on the Citadel. The old Council was dead,
and humanity took control of the new one. But nothing changed. Politics. Bureaucracy. Same bullshit different leaders.
Cerberus is different.
When colonies go missing,we don’t commission a team to write a report to figure out what the hell to do about it.
We just go and find out..
I guess that this is where we've come to...
If you don't want to; then you don't have to believe me
Well if I won't be there when you go down, just so you know now;
You're on your own now, believe me
I don't want to be the one to blame; You like fun and games; Keep playing them
I'm just saying; Think back then; we was like one and the same; on the right track
But I was on the wrong train... Just like that; Now you've got a face to pain....
and the devil's got a fresh new place to play;
In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain;
every damn day is the same shade of grey...
Hey... I used have a little bit of a plan...
Used to have a concept of where I stand; but that concept slipped right out of my hands
Now I don't really even know who I am... what do I have to say...
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free
What ever happens to you; we'll see...
..och det visste inte du heller
Poor child. It's a shame I couldn't do more for her.
I wasn't given much time, you see.
I've been doing this for quite some time...
...and to be honest with you, I've wondered myself whether or not it's right.
I have seen some tortured souls in here. Believe me.
But this one ....
Something in her eyes.
I've never seen anyone that ....
It's the way she looked at me.
It's like she wanted me to do it.
I hope it helps her.
What kept you here, save your own curious mind?
You say you’ve seen too much, and yet look on;
where chaster souls would run; you glance behind
Have you no ministering angels to consult?
I have no power to decide your fate
The choice was yours, but therein lies the fault:
What good is choice when choice is made too late?
What good is virtue but a thing to lose?
What good are all the saintly attributes?
We wear them on and off whene’er we choose;
to correspond with fashion; end disputes.
If you should think to speak, say but a word; and weigh it well.
No explanation give to those who haven’t asked.
What has occured is nothing more than reciprocative events;
without a price nor penalty.
You’ve nothing lost that I can say I’ve gained
You’ve acted out your part adorably
And for my part; I hope I’ve entertained.
It's not that I'm so smart
it's just that I stay with problems longer
So to America the brave; wise men say:
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
where an old man of Aran goes around and around...
I got plans for us; Nights in the scullery, and days instead of "me"...
I only know what to discuss of; for anything but light...
Pieces of valentine with just a song of mine; to keep from burning history...
Seasons of gasoline and gold; wise men fold!
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill thanks to the calling of -the wild- Wise men's child
You get a couple and learn how to handle them
and pretty soon you have a dozen...
Everyone is sleepwalking... through their lives!
How can you all be such terrible pilots?!
I came here looking for soldiers!
I’ve seen it with my own eyes;
How we’re gettin otherwise, without the luxury of leavin...
One foot in front of the next
This is the start of a journey
Just have a little patience, I'm still hurting from a love I lost
I'm feeling your frustration, any minute all the pain will stop
Just hold me close, inside your arms, tonight
Don't be too hard on my emotions
'Cause I need time; My heart is numb, has no feeling
So while I'm still healing; just try and have a little patience
I really wanna start over again...
I know you wanna be my salvation; The one that I can always depend
I'll try to be strong - Believe me - I'm trying to move on
It's complicated but understand me.
'Cause the scars run so deep, It's been hard but I have to believe
Just have a little patience
Nu sitter jag här, ont i kroppen och trött, fast lite lycklig, i ett hörn av allt det kalla.
Jag hade tankar på att ge upp. Nu vet jag ingenting längre.
Är ingen mer än en apa som inte ens kan ringa sin brud i rätt tid.
Önskar jag var Aladdin, men är nog banditen med gott hjärta.
Har alltid känt mig som räven i skogen, fast kanske är en mix...
Inte för att en magisk ande skulle lösa dessa problem heller i efterhand.
Hatar när något kommer och förstör mitt spel och saga!
Jag hade tänkt göra detta endå; men det gör ont att erkänna; utan hennes värld.
Snälla vakna; betyder ingenting utan känslor...
Jag är fortfarande på nivån att det är någon jävla förtrollning bakom
Det konstiga är att den teorin känns mest rätt :/
99 dreams I have had; in every one a Red balloon... It's all over and I'm standin' pretty; in this dust that was a city...
If I could find a souvenier.... Just to prove the world was here... And here is a Red balloon... I'll think of you, and let it go...
I was a whirlwind, and she... she was a superstar
I have a shuttle ready to take you to freedoms progress
[guards:]
Excuse me, miss?
Miss, can we have a word?
[wise man:]
Is there a problem, gentlemen?
This doesn't concern you. I have questions for the lady.
Well, could you make it snappy?
I need to stay on schedule.
That woman's been on this ride since the start.
I don't see what she could possibly know about anything happening around here.
Oh, and one more thing:
She's been a joy the entire journey
Sorry about the inconvenience, miss.
You have yourself a nice trip now.
- It's no problem. ...I don't have a ticket.
I know. it's okay...
Go find a seat in the back
Try and get some sleep
We got a long way to go
So I whispered to myself;
All is but illusion
You were wise to look closer
You have lost nothing
Only exchanged a face for a soul
Whatever happens now;
You have been Constant
And let no one say;
"You never loved"
You met me at a very strange time in my life