domingo, 21 de dezembro de 2008

Someone that you think that you can trust, is just, another way to die...

Another ringer with the slick trigger finger
For Her Majesty
Another one with the golden tongue
Poisoning your fantasy
Another bill from a killer
Turned a thriller to a tragedy

A door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Oh, someone that you think that you can trust
Is just
Another way to die

Another tricky little gun
Giving silence to the one
That will never see the sunshine
Another inch of your life sacrificed for your brother,
In the nick of time
Another dirty money "heaven sent honey",
Turning on a dime

Well, a door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Someone that you think that you can trust
Is just
Another way to die

(It's just another)
Hey! Another way to die!
(Another way to die...)
Shoot 'em, bang bang!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh...

Another girl with her finger
On the world singing to
you what you wanna hear?
Another gun thrown down and surrendered
Took away your fear
Hey!
Another man that stands right behind you
Looking in the mirror

Oh, a door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Someone that you think that you can trust
Is just
Another way to die

It's another way!
Shoot 'em up, bang bang!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
(Another way, another way...)
Yeah!
(Another way, another way...)
Bang bang bang bang!


terça-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2008

i got it all wrong...

I can't see the stars anymore living here
Lets go to the hills where the outlines are clear

Bring on the wonder
Bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

I fell through the cracks at the end of our street
Lets go to the beach, get the sand through our feet

Bring on the wonder
Bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

Bring on the wonder
We got it all wrong
We pushed you down deep in our souls for too long

I dont have the time for a drink from the cup
Let's rest for a while 'til our souls catch us up

Bring on the wonder
Bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

Bring on the wonder
We got it all wrong
We pushed you down deep in our souls, so hang on

Bring on the wonder
Bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long.

quinta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2008

empty...

people are mean,
i try to believe that they tend to be good,
but they're not.

Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust
From my face another morning black Sunday
Coming down again
And coming down again

some people just want to wreck the others day
and sometimes they do...

moreover...
they can ruin a week,
a friendship,
and my heart in...
about 30 minutes i guess...
that's how long it took...

Empty vessel empty veins
Empty bottle wish for rain that pain again
Wash the blood off my face the pulse from
My brain and I feel that pain again
And I feel my pain again

people like to make fun of others,
they like to hurt them
with no purpose beyond the fact that they want to.

i always hated people like that...

I'm looking over my shoulder
'cos millions Will whisper
I'm killing myself again
maybe I'm dying faster but nothing ever last I
Remember a night from my past when I was
Stabbed in the back and its all coming
Back and I feel that pain again

i do hate people...
people that hurt because they have nothing better to do
but i hate even more
people that are dragged by the others,
and let something disappear because of others opinions...

i just thought that some people would have more backbone...
were more clever than this...

I abhor you I condemn you 'cos this pain
Will never end you got away without a
Scratch and now you're walking on a lucky Path
I have to laugh but you'd better watch your back

a friend of mine presented me this phrase:
"If life gives you lemons...throw them at the mean people and hope it gets them in the eyes!"

right now...
i feel like throwing bottles of acid to several people...
and it was ok if it didn't get them in the eyes...
the rest of the body would suffice...



There's pathetic opposition
they're the Cause of my condition
I'll be coming back For them
I've a solution for this sad
Situation nothing left but to kill myself Again
(Because I'm so empty)

segunda-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2008

Nothing like a little bit of real life to put things on perspective

There's nothing like a good dose of real life
to put things on perspective you know...

I was born to laugh
I learned to laugh through my tears
I was born to love
I'm gonna learn to love without fear

For us to understand what we really have,
the life we have to live.
And sometimes we loose important parts of it
because we think that what is missing is more important
than what we have...

Pour me a glass of wine
Talk deep into the night
Who knows what we'll find

Intuition, deja vu
The Holy Ghost haunting you
Whatever you got
I don't mind
Although it's a little cliché
i can say that i have a good life
sure it wasn't always kind to me,
but i have my family
and my friends,
i love my work,
and i have the ability to make new things for science
and become the scientist i want to be
[i think...]

Put your elbows on the table
I'll listen long as I am able
There's nowhere I'd rather be

Secret fears, the supernatural
Thank God for this new laughter
Thank God the joke's on me

What is missing,
well...
maybe it isn't quite as essential as i thought it was,

We've seen the landfill rainbow
We've seen the junkyard of love
Baby it's no place for you and me

comparing to some other people,
i am really a lucky girl.
Although sometimes life feels like
someones is running the dice against me
and i am loosing each and every one of them

I was born to laugh
I learned to laugh through my tears
I was born to love
I'm gonna learn to love without fear

But what the heck...
as long i have the spirit in me to go,
the music around me to hear,
the books with me to read,
the questions in my mind to answer,
the doubts of my path to trail
the warmth of my [old-really-new-ruined-but-still-ready-to-rumble] home to keep burning
the teachings of the people i love to learn,
and the fire of this world to carry on...

i think i'll manage...

i'll probably be doing alright...

Falling away from me...

Sometimes you just wonder why the hell you do the stuff you do...
and most of the times you don't come up with a rational explanation that can convince even you
[and you're partial about it, you would like to believe it, in the first place]

Hey, I'm feeling tired.
My time, is gone today.
You flirt with suicide.
Sometimes, that's ok.
Do what others say.
I'm here, standing hollow.

and just when you thought that things were going on it's way,
that you were managing the three colored balls juggling in your hand,
you were gaining confidence enough to try some new move...

Falling away from me.
Falling away from me.
Day, is here fading.
That's when, I would say.
I flirt with suicide.
Sometimes kill the pain.
I can always say.
'It's gonna be better tomorrow'.

su-dden-ly...
Falling away from me.
Falling away from me.
someone laughs!
and you just let them fall...

Beating me down.

Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.
Screaming some sound.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.
And as you look to the falling balls,
[with your stopped hands]

you try to catch them,
[to retain a little bit of self-esteem]

and you fail miserably as they crumble down...

(falling away from me).
It's spinning round and round.
(falling away from me).
It's lost and can't be found.
(falling away from me).
It's spinning round and round.
(falling away from me).
Slow it down.
it's like when you do a bad move on the chess
and you can see the repercussions six plays ahead,
you just think,
damn...
Beating me down.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.
Screaming some sound.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.
i was going to win in three plays,
now i am going to loose in six...

and you're hoping,
really hoping,
that no one notices,
that no one sees
Twisting me, they won't go away.
So I pray, go away.

what if
the person that you liked the most that wouldn't see,
was the one you were playing against,
was the one that was seeing you juggling the balls?

Life's falling away from me.
It's falling away from me.
Life's falling away from me.
Fuck!

sometimes i feel like i always make the wrong move
at the wrong time...
Beating me down.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.
Screaming some sound.
Beating me, beating me.
Down, down.
Into the ground.


[but surely must not be like that should it?
it's just my sad complex begin anew...


though the truth is...
as much as i try,
there are some games,
that i never win...]

quinta-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2008

Look. Listen. Choose. Act.

Look…
There is too much to know
always something new to understand.
[The world is there waiting]
Why? Where? How?
Satisfy your curiosity on demand.

Will a question stop you?

Listen…
someone else is looking at you.
Paint yourself in a different light.
[Don’t forget all the colors]
Whatever you do,
don’t be afraid to be right.

Will a detail stop who you are?

Choose…
Every path must be taken
[Even if only one at the time]
Every experience enjoyed.
Don’t be afraid to risk it all,
even if you take the fall.

Will fear stop you from moving?

Act…
one moment is all you’ve got.
[Don’t think forever]
The choice is yours for the taking

Don’t let yourself be caught,
by a trap of your own making.


Will a doubt stop your decision?

Dream where you want to go.
[Look!]
Hear what your heart says.[Listen!]
Abide for what you think is right.
[Choose!]
Take that step beyond what's normal,
[Act!]

Don’t let yourself stop you.

Nighttime...

Sounds of silence...
dripping in the nighttime,
sucking through the innocence
of someone that had to survive...

Walking between the black walls,
pushing forward the rain,
that pours hard on the one
that has to carry the blame.

Hunched shoulders pointing down,
to the place were tears collide...
Where death wears its crown,
where heaven lost its side...

As she looks at the grave,
She looms in her thoughts:
"Why couldn’t she save
The one that gave her all?"


But as the night passes her by
and the morning comes down,
her thoughts twirl and swirl
in the first light of the sun.

Death becomes life,

and life becomes death...
All that has become,
will have to be put to rest...

The knowledge leaves no happiness.
Nor comprehension of the injustice.
But it helps to lift a little bit
this whirlpool of sadness.

Wishing it all was a bad dream,
she puts a rose on the tomb,
of the one that gave her life.
That carried her in her womb...

Time has come...
Life makes its call.
She has to leave now,
or she will lose it all...

She looks back, only to find,
sitting there in the floor...
Something she left behind,
a part of her that won’t return...

The child sits there,
caring for the lost mother...

The woman walked away
feeling suddenly older…

terça-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2008

The Storm...

Life is like a melody, sang deep within my soul, sang deep within to me.
And all these chains that shackle me.
They won't let me take control
They wanna take control of me.
I've got to rise above my life.
To find the reason I'm alive.

I'll save myself, I'm all alone.
I've opened my heart to see there's nobody home.
It's up to me, I'm on my own.
The message of life is turning
Facing the storm.
Facing the storm.

My Life is filled with your memory.
You were deep within my heart.
You were deep with inside of me.
And all this pain that I'm wrapped around.
If there's a heaven up above,
I see the angels falling down
I've got to rise above my life.
To find the reason I'm alive.

I'll save myself, I'm all alone.
I've opened my heart to see there's nobody home.
It's up to me, I'm on my own.
The message of life is turning
Facing the storm.
Facing the storm.

I'll save myself, I'm all alone.
I've opened my heart to see there's nobody home.
It's up to me, I'm own my own.
The message of life is turning
Facing the storm.
Facing the storm.

segunda-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2008

And after the sun...comes the rain... And after the rain.... comes the snow...

Born to push you around
You better just stay down
You pull away
He hits the flesh
You hit the ground
Mouths so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes
Just keep them closed
Keep praying
Just keep waiting

Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
but the sunshine never comes
No the sunshine never comes

Push you cross that line
Just stay down this time
Hide in yourself
Crawl in yourself
You'll have your time
God I'll make them pay
Take it back one day
I'll end this day
I'll splatter color on this grave

Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
but the sunshine never comes
No the sunshine never comes

Love is a four letter word
And never spoken here
Love is a four letter word
Here in this prison
I suffer this no longer
I put it into
This I swear!
This I swear!
The sun will shine
This I swear!
This I swear!
This I swear!


sábado, 29 de novembro de 2008

Intervalo....

Today my brain kind of stopped.
Right there...in that instant...
[when i saw you...]
when the world started turning again over [inside] under
suspended in your eyes...

Vida em câmara lenta,
Oito ou oitenta,
Sinto que vou emergir,
Já sei de cor todas as canções de amor,
Para a conquista partir.
So i stayed there...like a statue
with That smile,
[the one i promised myself i would not use again...]

Diz que tenho sal,
Não me deixes mal,
Não me deixes…

No livro que eu não li,

No filme que eu não vi,
Na foto aonde eu não entrei,
Noticia do jornal
O quadro minimal… Sou eu…

When you said hello,
[i realized i was holding my breath...
and i had to release it]

i tried to speak...
but words were caught in my throat.

Vida á média rés,
Levanta os pés
Não vás em futebóis, apesar…
Do intervalo, que é quando eu falo,
Para não me incomodar.
i just thought that time could stop
and i would be glad to be around you
[for as long as i could...]

Diz que tenho sal,
Não me deixes mal,
Não me deixes…

No livro que eu não li,
No filme que eu não vi,
Na foto aonde eu não entrei,
Noticia do jornal
O quadro minimal… Sou eu…

Ohhhh
i do remember what i said,
the logic of all those thoughts...
the wall that i built...
[but they are being carried away
by this current of not-so-weird-feelings]


Não me deixes já
Historia que não terminou
Não me deixes…

No livro que eu não li,
No filme que eu não vi,
Na foto aonde eu não entrei,
Noticia do jornal
O quadro minimal… Sou eu…
I also recognize [quite well]
this pounding of my heart,
this urge of being near you...
this odd and twisted tray of thoughts
[that somehow always lead to you...]

No livro que eu não li,
No filme que eu não vi,
Na foto aonde eu não entrei,
Noticia do jornal
O quadro minimal… Sou eu…



And in this movie-serie-short-play-drama-comedy-terror-and-aventure,
that is my life...
i discovered that there was this big-and-yet-so-small break
i almost didn't notice...

and as you smiled...
my movie stopped to let you in...

segunda-feira, 24 de novembro de 2008

Surely...easy does it... [if you just] Give a little bit...[but that's ok, 'cause] Oh yeah, we gotta sing!!!

This was one of those days...
One of the ones that make you think...
that make you want to disappear...
Surely the past is gone...
right?

Surely there's a way I could please you

Only in your past, lie the tears
Surely there's a day you can say went your way
Some illusion you can keep through the years.

Only if I lied could I love you
Nothing of our lives could we share
Only could we try to get by on a sigh
Just because, just this once, I was there




This was one of those days...
I just felt that something was missing,
but i don't think i want to know what...
Calm down...
Easy does it isn't it?
just don't think...

And if my heart's had wings,
I'd be the bird that sings,
I'd fly where love isn't shy
And everyone is willing to try.
And if we had the time,
And time's so hard to find,
I can't believe what you say,
Start sending those shadows away,
And if you know who you are,
You are your own superstar,
And only you can shape the movie that you make,
So when the lights disappear;
And only the silence disappears,
And only the silence is near,
Watch yourself; easy does it, easy while you wait.

And if you know who you are,
You are your own superstar
And only you can shape the music that you make.
So when the crowds disappear,
And only the silence is here
Watch yourself, easy does it, easy does it, easy while you wait.


I am quite afraid...
What IF i found something that i didn't want to find...
like a little seed planted in somewhere hidden,
that is going to make my life a lot more complicated...
Cause when i give a little bit of room to that kind of feeling...
i know i am quite doomed...

Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
Give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my love to you
There's so much that we need to share
Send a smile and show you care

I'll give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my love to you
So give a little bit
Give a little bit of your time to me
See the man with the lonely eyes
Take his hand, you'll be surprised

Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
I'll give a little bit of my love for you
Now's the time that we need to share
So find yourself, we're on our way back home

Going home
Don't you need to feel at home?
Oh yeah, we gotta sing


But yet life goes on... doesn't it?
Anyway we gotta sing...
be it rock and roll,
love songs
or the blues...
oh yeah, we gotta sing...
'cause music...
music is what this is all about..
.


Surely...easy does it... [if you just] Give a little bit...[but that's ok, 'cause] Oh yeah, we gotta sing!!!

segunda-feira, 10 de novembro de 2008

sem música...

Hoje estava no laboratório a preparar uma placa e de repente alguém pára uma máquina de PCR perto de mim...
e o barulho de fundo
que me estava a macerar o espírito, mas-que-eu-não-sabia-que-realmente-estava,
pára também...
e sinto um alívio gigantesco...
aquele ruído contínuo estava, efectivamente, a consumir espaço de, por assim dizer, processamento,
e quando o silêncio se instalou...
senti uma deliciosa sensação de vazio sonoro, de calma imperturbável...

às vezes na vida é mesmo assim...
temos uma quantidade de coisas a falar, acontecer, a ver, para olhar...
no fundo, a consumir-nos...

depois...
há um momento de pausa...
um dia à tarde em que nos pomos a arrumar coisas velhas...
em que o ruído de fundo desaparece, e temos tempo para pensar...

se calhar foi isso sabes...
foi o ter parado e pensado...
foi as horas em que vislumbrei relances do passado,
em que reorganizei o caos que morava em mim...
e nessa pausa silenciosa, nesse compasso de espera...
apercebi-me que me tinha estado a enganar, ou melhor...
estava iludida...

percebi que na verdade não é assim tão importante sabes?
não és assim tão importante...
fazes-me falta...
mas há pessoas que fazem mais...
não é que não sinta alguma coisa,
não é que não fique até mais tarde só para te/me fazer sorrir,
ou que não queira estar contigo...

mas já não tenho capacidade, ou melhor, vou ser honesta, coração...
já não tenho coração para estar à espera de quem nunca disse que vinha...

é como tocar a guitarra...
no início doem os dedos de magoarmos tantas vezes a mesma zona,
mas eventualmente, caleja...
[se calhar o coração funciona assim...
magoa-se tantas vezes que já não há maneira de realmente quebrar a parede que construímos...
]

e quando o ruído passou,
quando a tempestade amainou,
e eu analisei bem a situação,
vi que na verdade,
não temos o mesmo compasso,
não ouvimos a mesma música,
não falamos a mesma linguagem...
não vivemos o mesmo tempo...
somos diferentes naquilo que nos podia unir...

percebi que não tenho música para ti...
e sem acompanhamento,
como é que vou entrar nessa dança insensata
que parece tornar os sonhos realidade
e as impossibilidades, questões triviais....

sabes que as músicas só fazem sentido tocadas a duas mãos?
mas as duas tem de tocar uma melodia concordante,
ou pelo menos tentar....

quinta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2008

Crashing...

Crawling quietly under my skin,
I’m not sure where to begin.
You see, I didn’t notice at first,
that you had given me this curse.

Twisted mind you have,
for you don’t even understand,
what kind of evil tragedy
has now befallen over me.

Because when I looked at you,
my eyes played a trick on me.
For you seemed to shine so bright
that you made my heart sing.

Now there’s a smile popping from my lips
and a lightness in my steps.
There’s a bubble of unexplainable joy,
bursting and thrashing in my chest.

Time seems to drag forever
and life seems so dull,
till the moment when we’re together,
when everything is made of gold.

It’s not even a secret, you see,
there’s not much for me to do...
It’s no big mystery,
I am crashing into you...

segunda-feira, 3 de novembro de 2008

Somewhere I belong

(When this began)
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find
That I’m not the only person with these things in mind
(Inside of me)
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel
(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck/ hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own

I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong

And I’ve got nothing to say
I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face
(I was confused)
Looking everywhere only to find
That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
(So what am I)
What do I have but negativity
’Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me
(Nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain/ hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own

I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong

I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today

I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong

I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong
Somewhere I belong



fucking long and useless and trashing day
but in the end of it...
i talked to you
and it helped to put
the past day away

domingo, 2 de novembro de 2008

cya then...

Today a friend left...

i thought lots of things that i would like to tell you...
i rehearsed lots of imaginary phrases to say,
hundred of words that would explain what you meant to me...
how what i felt initially changed and what you are to me now...
how i am going to miss you bugging me,
and asking if everything is alright,
the way you put music just for me
and the humongous quantity of things you have taught me...

as i hugged you and was trying hard not to cry...
i thought of all the things i wanted to say...
i opened my mouth,
but in the end my voice faltered...

i know it doesn't matter really...
you somehow know it all...


i'll content myself with a
cya then, that masks a farewell,
that is in truth a big-sad-expected-[but-doesn't-hurt-less-because-of-it]-broken-hearted-hard-to-say-goodbye

thruth to say,
it all sums up in one single phrase
that is all i need to say,
and you need to hear:
i am going to miss you...

the rest, the rest is between you, me and the starlight

quarta-feira, 29 de outubro de 2008

Desculpa se te usei como refúgio dos meus sentidos...

Não falei contigo
Com medo que os montes e vales que me achas
Caíssem a teus pés...
Acredito e entendo
Que a estabilidade lógica
De quem não quer explodir
Faça bem ao escudo que és...
às vezes sinto-me como se estivesse
a bater com a cabeça
na parede de uma casa fechada
e da qual não consigo abrir a porta
Saudade é o ar
Que vou sugando e aceitando
Como fruto de verão
Nos jardins do teu beijo...
Mas sinto que sabes que sentes também
Que num dia maior serás trapézio sem rede
A pairar sobre o mundo
Em tudo o que vejo...
confundes-me sabes?
porque não te consigo encaixar...
É que hoje acordei e lembrei-me
Que sou mago feiticeiro
Que a minha bola de cristal é folha de papel
Nela te pinto nua, nua
Numa chama minha e tua.
Numa chama minha e tua
talvez seja essa a tua grande magia...
Desconfio que ainda não reparaste
Que o teu destino foi inventado
Por gira-discos estragados
Aos quais te vais moldando...
E todo o teu planeamento estratégico
De sincronização do coração
São leis como paredes e tectos
Cujos vidros vais pisando...
às vezes a lógica não chega para te explicar,
às vezes sinto-me como uma criança
a explicar a um adulto um desenho que fez...
Anseio o dia em que acordares
Por cima de todos os teus números
Raízes quadradas de somas subtraídas
Sempre com a mesma solução...
Podias deixar de fazer da vida
Um ciclo vicioso
Harmonioso ao teu gesto mimado
E à palma da tua mão...
e aqui estou eu a escrever coisas sem sentido,
de modo a tentar por alguma lógica na minha cabeça
quando na verdade é impossível...
devia era parar com esta coisa toda...
largar isto tudo e não arriscar (-me)...
mas sempre que tomo a decisão
tu dás-me a volta...
e a lógica desvanece-se...
É que hoje acordei e lembrei-me
Que sou mago feiticeiro
Que a minha bola de cristal é folha de papel
Nela te pinto nua, nua
Numa chama minha e tua.
Numa chama minha e tua.
às vezes penso que isto é tudo muito ridiculo,
muito estúpido...
eu não me devia sentir assim...
tu não me devias fazer falta...
[tá mallleee]
Desculpa se te fiz fogo e noite
Sem pedir autorização por escrito
Ao sindicato dos deuses...
Mas não fui eu que te escolhi.
Desculpa se te usei
Como refúgio dos meus sentidos
Pedaço de silêncios perdidos
Que voltei a encontrar em ti...

mas a verdade é que
em ti voltei a encontrar algo que tinha perdido...
não foi por querer acredita,
não tenho desejo nenhum de me meter em mais confusões,
mas tu chegaste com o teu sorriso,
com a tua maneira de ser
e aproveitaste a fresta do meu muro,
que eu não tinha tapado
e que tu tinhas criado
[quando sorriste para mim a primeira vez...]
e que eu não tinha reparado
e que agora está a fazer o muro,
que deu tanto trabalho a construir,
desfazer-se em penas...
É que hoje acordei e lembrei-me
Que sou mago feiticeiro...

...nela te pinto nua, nua
Numa chama minha e tua.
Numa chama minha e tua.
acho que viver devia ser como um filme...
ias fazendo as várias cenas
e senão gostasses de como elas corriam
fazias um novo take,
até acertares...

Ainda magoas alguém
O tiro passou-me ao lado
Ainda magoas alguém...
Se não te deste a ninguém
Magoaste alguém
A mim... passou-me ao lado.
A mim... passou-me ao lado.
ou então podia ser como um jogo,
podia-se fazer uma save game
e voltar atrás se fizessemos porcaria...



será que existe algum walk-through para a vida?
acho que não...
mas e daí ...
será que eu iria segui-lo?

quinta-feira, 23 de outubro de 2008

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)...

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

acho que o problema desta música é ser pequena demais,
ou talvez seja um ponto a favor não sei...

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

confesso estar cansada, um pouco doente,
cheia de trabalho e muito muito confusa...

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

lembrei-me desta música por causa de músicas sobre crescer...
acho que esta é exemplar para petencer à lista...

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

crescer...
pensei que tinha crescido...
pensei que a esta altura eu soubesse
o que fazer,
o que fazer,
como o fazer...
pensei ser capaz de tomar a decisão correcta e mantê-la...
mesmo que todos o meu coração gritasse o contrário,
fá-lo-ia porque era a decisão lógica e correcta e nada mais...
mas aparentemente eu não aprendo
e não sei como parar esta pedra que está a rolar caminho abaixo
a obscurecer a luz do sol,
a mergulhar-me na sua sombra escura
e a ameaçar esmagar-me...


It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

talvez seja apenas mais uma das minhas facetas trágicas e dramáticas a revelar-se outra vez...
ou talvez seja o medo que sinto a nascer em mim e a devorar-me...
talvez seja eu a perder a minha capacidade de acreditar...

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

so please let me be still,
let me stop,
i just don't want to get hurt...



i just don't want to fall in love...

quinta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2008

As if...

"When we have an unknown system that we want to understand, but we cannot see the mechanisms inside, we create a black box, give it some input and analyse the output.
Then we create a model to explain it, we call it a model as if..."

from Animal Behaviour classes

Today i want to be with you...
to be...
not only speak.

i want to see you,
touch you,
feel you,

i want to let my eyes glide to yours
and make your beautiful and embarassed smile
pop into that familiar-and-yet-so-unknown face...

just want to be with you...

Sometimes words are not enough...
Sometimes the only thing i need is your voice...

I miss your joyful laughter

today i just wanted to see you...

It's not that i have the answers to my questions,
things haven't changed that much,

but i would like to have you today,
only for me...

as if...


segunda-feira, 13 de outubro de 2008

The Breathtaking Days (Via Lactea)

Somethings never change...

the smell stays the same, as the smiles and the laughter...
the welcome in their eyes and the urge of joy
that i allways felt when i am with them...
the way my heart dances with their music and their happiness...

take what you want from this lonely night
with a gentle and demanding mouth.
Between a smile and a tear


it's been a long time since i gone...

and i don't really understand why i left in the first place...

but it sure is good to be in one part of me again...

I hold you close,
under starry skies; the milky way
tries to bring us to the end


and others are changing...

crawling gently under my skin...
making my heart race...
and my logic burn to ashes
in a simple rush of joy and laughter...

I'm only living to sing this song.
I'll be still and say no more.
I don't need to hear you explain


from somewhere that i didn't noticed until now...
from a supposedly-known-but-yet-to-discover-and-yet-unexpected source

cause there is no time. I just live for love. I am burning
slow, all I want is you. Lasting through the night, waiting
for sunlight; we make a promise, we'll
cry for our lies




somethings change....

domingo, 12 de outubro de 2008

Anything you say...

Eu sou isto...

Write me down
I am the words falling apart
Take this broken world off of my heart

sou esta confusão de emoções
(que sou...)
sou uma indecisa e tenho tantas certezas acerca de tantas coisas diferentes e ao mesmo tão poucas em comparação com a vastidão de decisões que se tem de tomar...

mas continuo a ser esta confusão de emoções....

vivo cada uma delas, a tristeza e a alegria,
de uma maneira extrema confesso...

You pulled a part of me I could never understand
Crashing to your side and you're breaking up this silence
Never to again let my courage fall


mas é isso mesmo...
eu sou isso...

é a maneira que eu tenho de estar viva...
viver cada bocadinho!
sentir cada pedaço de agonia ou extâse,
sorrir feita parva no meio da rua e andar ao ritmo da música
ou estar quieta no meu canto sem olhar para ninguém...

You try for every moment, walking hand in hand
So encouraging


isto sou eu...

porque no final não é o dinheiro que juntámos
ou o que ganhámos ou perdemos.

para os outros...
são os sorrisos e lágrimos que fizemos nascer,
a impressão que marcámos em quem passou por nós...

I'm continually coming, time and time again for anything you say now
For anything you say now


para nós...
são os momentos...
é aquilo que fizemos e tentámos e falhámos ou conseguimos!!!
é sentir que as pessoas realmente nos ouvem
e a nossa opinião importa,
é aquele pequeno toque ou o sorriso encorajador que nos deram...

For this foreign affair I will abide as the middle man
Cause the solo cry is more than I can stand



é cada passinho que andámos,
é cada momento em que nos perdemos num olhar...
no fundo...
So I walk on air, and awkwardly seek out a child's form
é muito sobre este sentimento estúpido
que às vezes não nos deixa parar de sorrir...
And I know that you won't lead me to the storm

[mas que nos pode enganar e magoar tanto...]

segunda-feira, 6 de outubro de 2008

Get up...

Here's a song for all the little men, who get forgotten
Trodden time and time again
Here's a message for the little guy, don't let this situation pass you by
You're in the middle while the big mouths fight
You get it from the left and the right, ain't it crazy

So get out of your easy chairs, we've got a lot to do out there
Well ain't we
Good's gone bad but right is wrong and I don't know which side I'm on lately

Get up from the down you are in
Come out of your homes and let's see your faces
Get up out of your easy chairs, get up and show 'em that you're there
Get up it's your one salvation
Wise up to the situation

Somebody gotta get up and shout
Somebody gotta give us some clout
You're the ones to make it all work out
It all depends on you



Get up off your arses men
Don't let 'em think you're getting lazy
Get up out of your easy chairs
We gotta lot to do out there, well ain't we
Get up, Get up, Get up,
Get up, Get up, Get up

- The Kinks

quinta-feira, 2 de outubro de 2008

Hide and Seek

How can it be so confusing?
How can i be so confused?

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling

spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets amass with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

Why is this sadness reaching to me...
Now i really don't know what to do?
Why don't i make something right?

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first

Am i condemned to be something strange?

Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
Mmmm what did you say?

sometimes i believe i will always be...
nothing more than this shadow,
nothing more than an eternal if,
nothing more, just a mere resting stop to a new world to explore...

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit

(hide and seek)
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs

Now more than ever i am afraid of stopping,
of not evolve,
of not being able to move
i am tired,
and scared...

(hide and seek)
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a (you don't care a) bit

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
oh no, you don't care a bit


i wish i was able to understand
what people want...

(hide and seek)
oh no, you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit

domingo, 28 de setembro de 2008

disarm...

you disarmed me...
long ago...
(but i only understood it now...)





and now i don't know if i can put my walls back up again...

or if i want to...

but i must confess...
thta i am really scared right now...

quinta-feira, 25 de setembro de 2008

In the end

in the end it's not the final step that counts
it's all the others,
it's the tiny steps, and the big ones
the one that made you ecstastic
and the that single step that made you so sad,

in the end,
it only matters what you are,
all those steps in the way
every footprint you left on someone,
every tear, and every laugh

in the end
you are the sum up of all those stories,
all those films and books
all the magic and reality

In the end
all you need is to know
that you made someone happy for being around,
that you made wrong choices and right ones,
that you made it through the darkness and the sadness
and you enjoyed the warmth of sunday afternoons,
and the smell of new flowers opening in the spring,
you heard the rain on winter nights,
and lost yourself in the middle of the falling autumn leaves

in the end of it all
you just need to know
that you lived...