quinta-feira, 21 de agosto de 2008

Just

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Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he'll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

Don't get my sympathy
Hanging out the 15th floor
changed the locks three times
He still comes reeling through the door
one day i'll get to you
And teach you how to get to purest hell

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts is
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself.


Radiohead

Love Is Noise

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Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles that are made in China?
Feel the bright prosaic malls
And the corridors that go on and on and on

I was blind - couldn't see
We are one incomplete
I was blind - in the city
Waiting for light wind to be saved
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again

Will those feet in modern times
Understand this world's affliction
Recognise the righteous anger
Understand this world's addiction?

I was blind - couldn't see
What was here in me
I was blind - insecure
I felt like the road was way too long, yeah
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again, again, again, again

Cause love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that you're feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again

Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles made in China?
Will those feet in modern times
See the bright prosaic malls?
Will those feet in modern times
Recognise the heavy burden
Will those feet in modern times
Pardon me for my sins
Love is noise
Come on


The Verve

terça-feira, 12 de agosto de 2008

Dissolveste_me

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Obrigada por rectificares a minha ideia, a minha concepçao! A concepçao que tinha (e vou tendo) desta galaxia, infelizmente ainda deve perdurar mais uns anos luz. Mas a ideia de ti?! Como e' bom vermos com os nossos olhos o que outros olhos nos escrevem... Todos nos enganamos, temos esse direito. No entanto eu enganei_me e errei... Quando se faz uma ferida normalmente doi, mas quando a voltamos a abrir, segundo o ciclo normal ela vai deixar cicatriz!

Porque e' que vou percorrendo, errando, vivendo e esmagando para depois recolher e esmorecer sem nunca gritar? "Protagonista-me" ou render-me-ei como um prosélito!!!

Portus ad aeternum (!) (...) (?)

Sinais:

segunda-feira, 11 de agosto de 2008

SW 08

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Quando se ruma a uma vila que toda a gente teima em chamar de aldeia com o intuito de nos alhearmos do mundo, de contactar com a natureza, musica e pessoas tranquilas e se e' assaltado por contrariedades evitaveis que nao sao desencadeadas mas sao direccionadas a nos, deixa um gosto amargo. Uma semana de retiro, uma semana de tranquilidade e uma semana de confirmaçao! Ventos predominantes do quadrante nordeste...

"A linguagem do coraçao e' universal, so e' preciso sensibilidade para entende-la..." Charles Pinot Duclos, escritor frances, (1704-1772)

domingo, 3 de agosto de 2008

Save Me?

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You look like... a perfect fit,
For a girl in need... of a tourniquet.
But can you save me?
Come on and save me...
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone.

'Cause I can tell... you know what it's like.
A long farewell... of the hunger strike.
But can you save me?
Come on and save me...
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone.

You struck me dumb, Like radium
Like Peter Pan, or Superman,
You have come... to save me.
Come on and save me...
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone,
Except the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone,
But the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone.

Come on and save me...
Why don't you save me?
If you could save me,
From the ranks of the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone,
Except the freaks,
Who suspect they could never love anyone,
Except the freaks,
Who could never love anyone.


Aimee Mann

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