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"Don't Look Back" Teenage Fanclub If I could find the words to say The sun shines in your eyes So brighten up my city sky Break out the news, it's back again The voice that tried to sing She don't hang on And hope's never going to teach me Wake up the story's over Climb aboard I'm going nowhere And understand if I must say I'd give both these wings away I'd steal a car to drive you home I don't look back on an empty feeling Repaint the Blues, my saving grace Is lost without a trace The morning sun's a fire in space She lives in your life everyday Stretching time to stay Got my mind set something else so it's hard to see I don't need a guiding light to lead me in the dark And understand if I must say I'd give both these wings away I'd steal a car to drive you home I don't look back on an empty feeling (Don't look back) on an empty feeling (Don't look back) on an empty feeling (Don't look back) on an empty feeling (Don't look back) on an empty feeling Este teste me mostrou que sou um péssimo datilógrafo. Obrigado, teste. Eu não precisava de você pra saber disso. Sou péssimo em muitas outras coisas também. Eu era a soma de todos os erros: bebia, era preguiçoso, não tinha um deus, idéias, ideais, nem me preocupava com política. Eu estava ancorado no nada, uma espécie de não-ser. E aceitava isso. Eu estava longe de ser uma pessoa interessante. Não queria ser uma pessoa interessante; dava muito trabalho. Eu queria mesmo era um espaço sossegado e obscuro pra viver a minha solidão. Charles Bukowski quinta-feira, setembro 26, 2002
Trouble loves me Morrissey Trouble loves me Trouble needs me Two things More than you do Or would attempt to So, console me Otherwise, hold me Just when it seems like Everything's evened out And the balance Seems serene Trouble loves me Walks beside me To chide me Not to guide me It's still much more Than you'll do So, console me Otherwise, hold me Just when it seems like Everything's evened out And the balance seems serene See the fool I'll be Still running 'round On the flesh rampage Still running 'round Ready with ready-wit Still running 'round On the flesh rampage - At your age ! Go to Soho, oh Go to waste in The wrong arms Still running 'round Trouble loves me Seeks and finds me To charlatanize me Which is only As it should be Oh, please fulfill me Otherwise, kill me Show me a barrel and watch me scrape it Faced with the music, as always I'll face it In the half-light So English, frowning Then at midnight I Can't get you out of my head A disenchanted taste Still running 'round A disenchanted taste Still running 'round -Will Self. -Quem tá falando? -Will Self, o nome dele é Will Self. Aos 12 anos de idade ele desistiu de toda e qualquer atividade esportiva. "I’ve managed to completely suppress all sporting interest. I’m just a pansy intellectual "... -... (Ah, pensei que você gostasse dele por causa do que ele escreve) -... -Cerveja? Vamos ver retrato? Eu vou. terça-feira, setembro 24, 2002
sexta-feira, setembro 20, 2002
Capitão Nemo está pensando em deixar seu refúgio subaquático, Lamuria. Não que pense em recantos ensolarados. Na verdade o que faz seu coração aquoso bater mais forte é um lugar onde, no inverno, o sol desaparece às quatro da tarde. Já é alguma coisa. quinta-feira, setembro 19, 2002
quarta-feira, setembro 18, 2002
segunda-feira, setembro 16, 2002
Você tem toda a razão. É muito difícil sozinho. Aliás eu diria que é impossível sozinho, agora. E de onde você quer que eu tire forças pra essa tarefa monstruosa? Me diz. Sei que estou exagerando no uso das palavras dos outros. Mas o que fazer quando deparo com palavras que dizem exatamente o que estou sentindo, palavras que eu gostaria de ter escrito? Esse final de semana a minha música favorita desse disco mudou. Esses caras são sábios demais. I know, there are things You can't avoid you have to face them when you're not prepared To face them . But I couln´t pass the test. Fight Test I thought I was smart - I thought I was right I thought it better not to fight - I thought there was a Virtue in always being cool - so when it came time to Fight I thought I'll just step aside and that time would Prove you wrong and that you would be the fool - I don't know where the sun beams end and the star Light begins it's all a mystery Oh to fight is to defend if it's not Now than tell me when would be the time that you would stand up And be a man - for to lose I could accept but to surrender I just wet and regretted this moment - oh that I - I Was the fool I don't know where the sun beams end and the star Light begins it's all a mystery And I don't know how a man decides what right for his Own life - it's all a mystery Cause I'm a man not a boy and there are things You can't avoid you have to face them when you're not prepared To face them - If I could I would but you're with him now it'd do no good I should have fought him but instead I let him - I let Him take it - I don't know where the sun beams end and the star Light begins it's all a mystery And I don't know how a man decides what right for his Own life - it's all a mystery sexta-feira, setembro 13, 2002
Ontem fez uma semana que vivi um dos piores dias da minha vida. Sobrevivi a ele do jeito que pude. A propósito, essa música, do maravilhoso novo disco do Flaming Lips é parte da trilha sonora desses dias sombrios. Yes, I realize. Life goes faster than I can get. Do You Realize? Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face Do You Realize - we're floating in space - Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know You realize that life goes fast It's hard to make the good things last You realize the sun doesn't go down It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh Do You Realize - that everyone you know Someday will die - And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know You realize that life goes fast It's hard to make the good things last You realize the sun doesn't go down It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face Do You Realize quinta-feira, setembro 12, 2002
Não consigo encontrar o controle remoto da TV há duas semanas. Agora também não consigo encontrar o livro que estava quase terminando de ler. Espero pelo dia em que eu mesmo me perca para todo o sempre em meio aos papéis, discos, sob os farelos, sob o pó. portrait (3) Liberdade Ai que prazer não cumprir um dever. Ter um livro para ler e não o fazer! Ler é maçada, estudar é nada. O sol doira sem literatura. O rio corre bem ou mal, sem edição original. E a brisa, essa, de tão naturalmente matinal como tem tempo, não tem pressa... Livros são papéis pintados com tinta. Estudar é uma coisa em que está indistinta A distinção entre nada e coisa nenhuma. Quanto melhor é quando há bruma. Esperar por D. Sebastião, Quer venha ou não! Grande é a poesia, a bondade e as danças... Mas o melhor do mundo são as crianças, Flores, música, o luar, e o sol que peca Só quando, em vez de criar, seca. E mais do que isto É Jesus Cristo, Que não sabia nada de finanças, Nem consta que tivesse biblioteca... Fernando Pessoa portrait (2) Alone by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. quarta-feira, setembro 11, 2002
myeverydaylife (tv movie) – by forgotthequotationmarks productions – on. eyes opened. hangover without end. wash, to hide all the dirt and pain (there is nothing underneath). milk. sometimes coffee. what´s that sound? despair while you can under fifteen feet of pure white snow. can´t stand the sun (does anybody love it?). but face it. transport. 666 avenue. media junk. overground. underground. overground. underground. 262.137 is in the house. I´m not like them but I can pretend (can I?). drowning by numbers. broken hearts are not good for business these days. (pick up the pieces, no fun at all). out to lunch. I´m not like them but I can pretend. intoxication, sometimes. drowning by numbers. killing time. been trying to save myself. myself keeps slipping away. drowning by numbers. 262.137 has left the building. temporarily back to the other side. intoxication. media junk. gotta drink you out of my mind (hahaha). underground. overground. underground. overground. 666 avenue. my little empire. womb = tomb. this machine will not communicate. and there´s nothing on TV. you were right about my life. no interest. it doesn´t get any better. it´s ending one minute at a time. collapse. off. portrait (1) when you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye you're just like an angel your skin makes me cry you float like a feather in a beautiful world i wish i was special you're so fucking special but i'm a creep i'm a weirdo what the hell am i doing here i don't belong here i don't care if it hurts i want to have control i want a perfect body i want a perfect soul i want you to notice when i'm not around you're so fucking special i wish i was special but i'm a creep i'm a weirdo what the hell i'm doing here i don't belong here she's running out again she's running out she runs runs runs whatever makes you happy whatever you want you're so fucking special i wish i was special but i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo what the hell am i doing here? i don't belong here i don't belong here (radiohead) |
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