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!