Sunday, January 25, 2009

Para quê palavras quando o silêncio grita?

Pois é, mais um cliché , mas quem se importa. É só mais uma frase feita, mas que é bem real. Quantas coisas sem dizem sem se proferir um único som. Talvez por isso se diga que o silêncio é de ouro. E há formas de silenciar os outros que são bem douradas;) mas isso ficará para outro post, pois que este é mesmo carpe silêncio;) E o silêncio é a melhor opção for the moment...

Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world

Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Enjoy the silence...

Never faithful and never one to trust....

Pois é, após umas semanas de ausência, cá estou de volta;)
Na sequência de uma visão global da pseudo-humanidade em que todos vivemos, lembrei-me das desculpas que utilizamos para minimizar os nossos erros, e é mesmo assim, never faithful, mas porquê? Product of a broken home? Product of a broken heart? Product of what the others expect from you? Nada justifica. São apenas lousy excuses para continuarmos a errar e acharmos que não faz mal porque podemos sempre culpar alguém ;)


I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderlining schizo
And guaranteed to cause a fuss

I was never loyal
Except to my own pleasure zone
I'm forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home

I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderline bipolar
Forever biting on your nuts

I was never grateful
That's why I spend my days alone
I'm forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home (Broken home)

Black-eyed
Black-eyed
Black-eyed

I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderlining schizo
And guaranteed to cause a fuss
I was never loyal
Except to my own pleasure zone
I'm forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home (Broken home)
Black-eyed
Black-eyed
Black-eyed
Black-eyed

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Rumores e inércia

E é assim que os rumores começam lol
E os rumores não são nada mais que isso, pequenas invenções que se criam para ajudar a criar ou a arruinar qualquer coisa;)

"These rumours say you're different
These rumours say you need a change
And I've been told your misery
Is part of what you mean to me
I know you need to make amends
That someone said I was to blame
And that I had to try my best
And that you had some bigger plans
But I, I know that something's wrong
And I, can be the chosen one

You just sit there, no words
Why don't you find your way?
Why can't you find a way,
And be sure you are here to stay
You just sit there, no words
Why don't you find your way?
Why can't you find a way, find a way.

I don't need to be a part of you as long you're here
A part of me."

Era isto mesmo que eu queria....

Como alguém tão bem disse um dia, queria ter como sentidas o que está baixo descrito. Palavras para quê... Está tudo no poema;)

"Going Back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move
Got some words on a cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?
"Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you
'cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving
Policeman says "Son you can't stay here"
I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year"
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go
'cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving,
I'm not moving, I'm not moving
People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world
Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
Maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'cause you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag
I'm not gonna move"

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Kite

No comments....

"Something is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it is
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did
‘Cause hardness, it sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin

I want you to know
That you don't need me anymore
I want you to know
You don't need anyone, anything at all

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to know what it is will break you
I don't know which way the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
Don't wanna see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

In summer I can taste the salt in the sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me
I'm a man, I'm not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to know what it is will break you
I don't know where the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
I don't wanna see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

Did I waste it?
Not so much I couldn't taste it
Life should be fragrant
Roof top to the basement
The last of the rock stars
When hip hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
That was the big idea"