The Sweet Soothing Sounds of Music
A Short Study of The End of Evangelion


We're gonna party like it's 1999.
Sowing the seeds of utopia.
T.N.T. It's dynamite.
Papa was a rolling stone, wherever he laid his hat was his home.
All by myself.
Come join us.
Sweet children.
Mother.
Victory. Instinct over Intellect.
Victory. It erupts something deep inside.
Ha, ha! Sucker! I'm a liar!
History repeats itself.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Leave me alone. 
Die! Die! Die my darling!
Don't utter a single word!
Castles made of sand fall into the sea, eventually.
I've got this one big problem: will I live forever?
I've got just a short time to see.
Just say the Axis.

Until I find better things to write about. Ja ne.