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quinta-feira, novembro 30, 2006
 grinderman foul-mouthed, noisy, hairy, and damn well old enough to know better, grinderman are nick cave, warren ellis, martyn casey and jim sclavunos. on 5th april 2006, nick, warren, martyn and jim entered rak studios, london, for a week with producer nick launay and recorded thirteen songs. it was mixed in september at metropolis studios. calling themselves grinderman, the album is set for a march 2007 release. ... no pussy blues my face is finished my body's gone and i can't help but think standin' up here in all this applause and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful with their questioning eyes that i must above all things love myself that i must above all things love myself that i must above all things love myself i saw a girl in the crowd i ran over i shouted out i asked if i could take her out but she said that she didn't want to i changed the sheets on my bed i combed the hairs across my head i sucked in my gut and still she said that she just didn't want to i read her eliot i read her yeats i tried my best to stay up late i fixed the hinges on her gate but still she just never wanted to i bought her a dozen snow white doves i did her dishes in rubber gloves i called her honey bee, i called her love but she just still didn't want to she just never wants to damn! i sent her every type of flower i played her guitar by the hour i patted her revolting little chihuahua but still she just didn't want to i wrote a song with a hundred lines i picked a bunch of dandelions i walked her through the trembling pines wink but she just even then didn't want to she just never wants to i thought i'd try another tack i'd drink a litre of cognac i threw her down upon her back but she just laughed and said that she just didn't want to i thought i'd have another go i called her my little-o i felt like marcel marceau must feel when she said that she just never wanted to she just didn't want to i got the no pussy blues... caro diário : [choose life?] my not that big television finalmente comprei uma tv. e até um rack pra colocar ela e o dvd player em cima. faz parte da lista ainda nem esboçada de coisas a fazer: ver mais filmes. comer mais pipoca. transformar o lugar onde moro em uma espécie de lar. pra voltar pra um lugar mais aconchegante depois de um dia de life sentence [ou não]. pra receber amigos. whatever. sexta-feira, novembro 24, 2006
 ghost dog : the way of the samurai it is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream. when you have something like a nightmare, you will wake up and tell yourself that it was only a dream. it is said that the world we live in is not a bit different from this. larvas passamos a vida rastejando feito uma lagarta, à espera da borboleta esplêndida e diáfana que guardamos em nós mesmos. e então o tempo passa, a ninfose não vem, continuamos em estado de larva, constatação aflitiva, mas fazer o quê? o suicídio, claro, é sempre uma opção. mas, para dizer a verdade, o suicídio não me seduz. pensei muito a respeito, claro; e, se fosse o caso, eu faria o seguinte: apertaria uma granada contra o peito e partiria numa bela explosão de alegria. uma granadinha redonda, eu tiraria o pino com delicadeza antes de soltar a trava, sorrindo ao barulhinho metálico da mola, o último que eu chegaria a ouvir, exceção feita às batidas do meu coração. e, então, a felicidade, ou pelo menos a paz, e as paredes do escritório decoradas de farrapos humanos. as faxineiras que limpem, são pagas para isso, azar delas. as benevolentes : jonathan littel [tradução de samuel titan jr.] sexta-feira, novembro 17, 2006
 haze electronic i’m here alone all by myself with no-one else i need someone to share these thoughts about myself i don’t know who i can trust this picture is starting to rust and as i press upon myself a form of torture i write these words for someone else, just like an author i don’t know who i can trust i don’t know who i can trust everybody won’t you come with me we’ll take a ride across the sea when we get there, if we don’t drown i’ll turn your whole life upside down and later on with each illegal breath i take i lose resistance for an instant to my fate how i’ll miss you when you are gone, oh yeah i’m a number lower than one i’m on my own, i think this stuff is getting stronger i’m wide awake and i can’t take it any longer how i’ll miss you when you are gone i’m a number lower than one everybody won’t you come with me help me find what i can’t see i’m sick of crawling along the ground help me turn my world around everybody won’t you come with me everybody come with me if i don’t find what i’ve come for you won’t see me anymore sometimes it’s hard just to find some peace of mind it feels like i am going crazy almost all of the time and if we can’t live this way, then what will i do like my father and my mother i’m depending on you you’ve got to fight just to keep your peace of mind you’ve got to hold on tight, don’t cross that line sometimes i cry like a baby when i look outside i’m on a losing streak, driving through moss side like the river deep or the ocean wide like the river deep or the ocean wide like the river deep or the ocean wide there’s a crack in the wall but i just can’t hide this was my week according to my friend with the irish blood monday - humiliation tuesday - suffocation wednesday - condescension thursday - is pathetic by friday life has killed me, by friday life has killed me oh pretty one, oh pretty one stupid lines for a stupid song maybe you got crocodiles for eyes why don´t you come and make me sigh? why don´t you come and kiss my smile? i miss those little mickey mouses. terça-feira, novembro 14, 2006
 silence ontem eu estive aqui. e não vou mais encher a paciência de ninguém com aquele papo sobre como foi importante e como vi e ouvi minha vida ali hahaha blablabla. your silent face a thought that never changes remains a stupid lie it's never been quite the same no hearing or breathing no movement, no colors just silence rise and fall of shame a search that shall remain we asked you what you'd seen you said you didn't care sound formed in a vacuum may seem a waste of time it's always been just the same no hearing or breathing no movement no lyrics just nothing the sign that leads the way the path we can not take you've caught me at a bad time so why don't you piss off design by peter saville. painting by henri fantin-latour. sexta-feira, novembro 10, 2006
 lager lager lager essa música é, na verdade, como um grito de socorro. [daqui] karl hyde : underworld born slippy drive boy dog boy dirty numb angel boy in the doorway boy she was a lipstick boy she was a beautiful boy and tears boy and all in your innerspace boy you had hands girl boy and steel boy you had chemicals boy i've grown so close to you boy and you just groan boy she said comeover comeover she smiled at you boy. drive boy dog boy dirty numb angel boy in the doorway boy she was a lipstick boy she was a beautiful boy and tears boy and all in your innerspace boy you had hands girl boy and steel boy you had chemicals boy i've grown so close to you boy and you just groan boy she said comeover comeover she smiled at you boy. let your feelings slip boy but never your mask boy random blonde bio high density rhythm blonde boy blonde country blonde high density you are my drug boy you're real boy speak to me and boy dog dirty numb cracking boy you get wet boy big big time boy acid bear boy babes and babes and babes and babes and babes and remembering nothing boy you like my tin horn boy and get wet like an angel derail you got a velvet mouth you're so succulent and beautiful shimmering and dirty wonderful and hot times on your telephone line and god and everything on your telephone and in walk an angel and look at me your mom squatting pissed in a tube- hole at tottenham court road i just come out of the ship talking to the most blonde i ever met shouting lager lager lager lager shouting lager lager lager lager shouting... lager lager lager shouting mega mega white thing mega mega white thing mega mega white thing mega mega shouting lager lager lager lager mega mega white thing mega mega white thing so many things to see and do in the tube hole true blonde going back to romford mega mega mega going back to romford hi mom are you having fun and now are you on your way to a new tension headache quinta-feira, novembro 09, 2006
 ego tripping at the gates of hell the flaming lips i was waiting on a moment but the moment never came all the billion other moments we're just slipping all away i must have been tripping just ego tripping i was wanting you to love me but your love it never came all the other love around me was just wasting all away i must have been tripping just ego tripping i was waiting on a moment but the moment never came - but the moment never came - quarta-feira, novembro 01, 2006
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