terça-feira, 26 de abril de 2011

Feliz assim por teres tudo o que sou?
Feliz por perderes tudo o que sei?
Só não te dou o que não serei.
Não, a minha morte, não ta dou.

Pedro Tamen

sexta-feira, 22 de abril de 2011

Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen
so unsure but it seems, 'cause we've been waiting for you
Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste
of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway

I see a distant light, but girl this can't be right
Such a surreal place to see so how did this come to be
Arrived too early

And when I think of all the places I just don't belong
I've come to grips with life and realize this is going too far

I don't belong here, we gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife
'Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here

A place of hope and no pain, perfect skies with no rain
Can leave this place but refrain, 'cause we've been waiting for you
Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste
of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway

This peace on earth's not right (with my back against the wall)
No pain or sign of time (I'm much too young to fall)
So out of place don't wanna stay, I feel wrong and that's my sign
I've made up my mind

Gave me your hand but realize I just wanna say goodbye
Please understand I have to leave and carry on my own life

I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife
'Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here
Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you
This place full of peace and light, and I'd hope you might
take me back inside when the time is right

Loved ones back home all crying 'cause they're already missing me
I pray by the grace of God that there's somebody listening
Give me a chance to be that person I wanna be
(I am unbroken; I'm choking on this ecstasy)
Oh Lord I'll try so hard but you gotta let go of me
(Unbreak me, unchain me, I need another chance to live)

I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife
'Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here
Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you
This place full of peace and light, and I'd hope you might
take me back inside when the time is right

A morte chega cedo,
Pois breve é toda vida
O instante é o arremedo
De uma coisa perdida.

O amor foi começado,
O ideal não acabou,
E quem tenha alcançado
Não sabe o que alcançou.

E tudo isto a morte
Risca por não estar certo
No caderno da sorte
Que Deus deixou aberto.




Hoje morri, amanha renascerei..

quarta-feira, 20 de abril de 2011



Black dress, with the tights underneath,
I've got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth.

And she's an actress, but she ain't got no need.
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back
east.

Tongues, always pressed to your cheeks.
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's
teeth.
Tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian, and I ain't fucking scared of
him.

She wants to touch me wahoo.
She wants to love me wahoo.
She'll never leave me wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo.
Don't trust a hoe.
Never trust a hoe.
Won't trust a hoe.
Won't trust me.

X's on the back of your hands,
Washed them in the bathroom to drink like the bands,
And the set list, you stole off the stage
Has red and purple lipstick all over the page.

Bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm,
And the best is, no one knows who you are.
Just another girl alone at the bar.

She wants to touch me wahoo.
She wants to love me wahoo.
She'll never leave me wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo.
Don't trust a hoe.
Never trust a hoe.
Won't trust a hoe.
Won't trust me.

Shush girl, shut your lips,
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said shush girl, shut your lips.
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.

She wants to touch me wahoo.
She wants to love me wahoo.
She'll never leave me wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo.
Don't trust a hoe.
Never trust a hoe.
Won't trust a hoe.
Won't trust me.

segunda-feira, 18 de abril de 2011

ODEIO TROVOADA!
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