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terça-feira, outubro 23, 2007
videotape radiohead when i'm at the pearly gates this will be on my videotape, my videotape mephistopheles is just beneath and he's reaching up to grab me this is one for the good days and i have it all here in red, blue, green red, blue, green you are my center when i spin away out of control on videotape on videotape on videotape on videotape this is my way of saying goodbye because i can't do it face to face i'm talking to you after it's too late from my videotape no matter what happens now you shouldn't be afraid because i know today has been the most perfect day i've ever seen. ... Da minha idéia do mundo caí Vácuo além do profundo Sem ter eu nem ali Vácuo sem si-próprio, caos De ser pensado como ser Escada absoluta sem degraus Visão que não se pode ver. Além-Deus! Além-Deus! Negra calma... Clarão de Desconhecido... Tudo tem outro sentido, ó alma, Mesmo o ter-um-sentido... Fernando Pessoa quarta-feira, outubro 17, 2007
gooks # 2 finalmente registramos mais algumas músicas em estúdio. elas já estão por aí. navegando em diferentes formatos. inclusive no myspace. independente do resultado, foi divertido. queria ter um estúdio em casa. seria um bom motivo pra voltar pra lá. ou pra não sair de lá. all i need radiohead i'm the next act waiting in the wings i'm an animal trapped in your hot car i'm all the days that you choose to ignore you are all i need you are all i need i'm in the middle of the picture lying in the leaves i am a moth who just wants to share your light i'm just an insect trying to get out of the night we only stick like glue because there are no others you are all i need you are all i need i'm in the middle of the picture lying in the leaves it's all right it's all wrong it's all right it's all wrong it's all right it's all wrong it's all right [words : at ease] [pic : wikipedia] sexta-feira, outubro 05, 2007
e-bow the letter [1998] look up. what do you see? all of you and all of me, fluorescent and starry, some of them they surprise busride. i went to write this, 4:00 a.m. this letter. fields of poppies, little pearls. all the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed, each and every one a little scary. i said your name. i wore it like a badge of teenage film stars, hash bars, cherry mash and tin foil tiaras. dreaming of maria callas, whoever she is. this fame thing, i don't get it. i wrapped my hand in plastic to try to look through it. maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves. i can take you far. this star thing, i don't get it. [i'll take you over. i'll take you there.] aluminum, it tastes like fear. adrenaline, it pulls us near. will you live to 83? will you ever welcome me, will you show me something that nobody else has seen? smoke it, drink. here comes the flood, anything to thin the blood. these corrosives do their magic slowly, and sweet. phone, eat it, drink. just another chink, cuts and dents they catch the light. aluminum, the weakest link. i don't want to disappoint you. i'm not here to annoint you. i would lick your feet but is that the sickest move, i wear my own crown, and sadness, and sorrow, and who'd of thought tomorrow could be so strange? my loss. and here we go again. [i'll take you over. i'll take you there.] aluminum, it tastes like fear. adrenaline, it pulls us near. it tastes like fear. it pulls us near. look up, what do you see? all of you and all of me, fluorescent and starry some of them they surprise. i can't look it in the eyes. seconal, spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene, cherry-flavored neck and collar. i can smell the sorrow on your breath. the sweat, the victory and sorrow. this smell thing, i got it. [i'll take you over. i'll take you there.] aluminum, it tastes like fear. adrenaline, it pulls us near. it tastes like fear. it pulls us near. it tastes like fear. it pulls us near. segunda-feira, outubro 01, 2007
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