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Só eu a nu para mim... domingo, março 26, 2006 |

Vagueio um pouco…
Sem sentido na minha alma,
Perdido no som que fiz…
Rastejo nos sussurros daqueles momentos…
Tão sentidos…
Tão sem sentido…


Sinto linhas verdes no que imprimo com teclas…

E para algo novo,
Grito,
Ouço o grito,

Eco de mim lá fora,

Remoinho de mim que chora,
A rima fácil,
Não pretendo nada,
De bom,
De bonito,
Épico, tocante ou revoltante,


Só eu a nu para mim,


E o som que me fulmina,
Me traz a lágrima,
Pelo que senti e sinto,
Na eterna primeira vez que vibro,


Sinto dores reanimadas no que imprimo com teclas…

Silencio…

God's away on business... segunda-feira, março 20, 2006 |

I'd sell your heart to the junk-man baby for a buck, for a buck!
If you're looking for someone
To pull you out of that ditch
You're out of luck, you're out of luck

The ship is sinking, the ship is sinking, the ship is sinking
There's a leak, there's a leak
In the boiler room,
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones left in charge?
Killers, thieves and Lawyers

God's away, God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.
God's away, God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.

Digging up the dead with
A shovel and a pick
It's a job, it's a job
Bloody moon rising with
A plague and a flood
Join the mob, join the mob
It's all over, it's all over, it's all over

There's a leak, there's a leak, In the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God's away, God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.
God's away, God's away,
On Business. Business.

[Instrumental Break]

Goddamn ther's always such
A big temptation To be good, To be good
Tere's always free cheddar in
A mousetrap, baby It's a deal, it's a deal

God's away, God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.
God's away, God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.

I narrow my eyes like a coin slot baby,
Let her ring, let her ring

God's away, God's away,
God's away on Business.
Business...
___________________________________

Tom Waits

Everything goes to hell... quinta-feira, março 09, 2006 |

Why be sweet, why be careful, why be kind?
A man has only one thing on his mind
Why ask politely, why go lightly, why say please?
They only want to get you on their knees
There are a few things I never could believe

A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays

I don't believe you go to heaven when you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...


Laissez-faire mi amour, se la vie
Shall I return to shore or swim back out to sea?
The world don't care what a soldier does in town
It's all hanging in the windows by the pound
There are a few things I never could believe...

A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays

I don't believe you go to heaven when you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...

I only want to hear you purr and to hear you moan
There is another man who brings the money home
I don't want dishes in the sink
Please don't tell me what you feel or what you think
There are few things I never could believe...


A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays

I don't believe you go to heaven when you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...


Tom waits
_______________________________________

"Do you hear the voices to??"

Just so you know...
Even if wrong,
I never, ever, regret any decision I make...
I just have to live with them...

Bloodlines terça-feira, março 07, 2006 |

How did I make this choice?
Filling my heart up with rage.
No one can hear my voice.
The deafening shame

I lay my life on the line.
I lost my soul to Bloodlines!

How can you live this way?
That's a good question.
I'm walking between the pain
Without redemption.

I lay my life on the line.
I lost my soul to Bloodlines!

What is it like to be hated
Inside a world with no control over time?
What is it like to be created
Inside a world where life is a crime?

I lay my life on the line.
I lost my soul to Bloodlines!
______________________________________

Bloodlines --- Ministry
Vampre the masquerade - Bloodlines OST
Game by Activision/White wolf

Sem titulo... quinta-feira, março 02, 2006 |

Sonho com pequenos monstros,
olhos esbugalhados,
e bocas com trejeitos distorcidos,

matam-se alegremente,
com armas surreais,
e machados de borracha,
é tão estranho,
nada normal,

e grandes pequenos monstros,
mostram os seus dentes,
e correm dementes,
devorando-se uns aos outros...