31-10-2007
"JERRY: So, how was it?
GEORGE: I was in there for two minutes. He didn't do anything. (Imitating doctor) Touch this, feel that. Seventy-five bucks.
JERRY: Well, it's a first visit.
GEORGE: What's seventy-five bucks? What, am I seeing Sinatra in there?! Amd I being entertained? I don't understand this. I'm only paying half.
JERRY: You can't do that.
GEORGE: Why not?
JERRY: He's a doctor. You gotta pay what he says.
GEORGE: Oh, no, no, no. I pay what I say."
Seinfeld
Friday, December 26, 2008
Justice
30-10-2007
"Courage is of no value unless accompanied by justice; yet if all men became just, there would be no need for courage."
Agesilaus the Second
"Courage is of no value unless accompanied by justice; yet if all men became just, there would be no need for courage."
Agesilaus the Second
Ascension To Destiny
29-10-2007
I was born a warrior, force of steel in my hands
We must fight to save our world
Spread this message through the land
Seize control
We will fight to seize control
We will fight to seize control
And the time has come for man to change
And free this earth form coming plague
Change is coming, my voice shall be heard
A new day dawning, hear my words
I bring truth and understanding to your darkest fears
Ascension to your destiny is drawing near
Taste the wrath of my swift sword, legion of the night
Immortals come to rule the earth on beams of light
Fight to seize control
We will fight to seize control, we will fight
Change is coming, my voice shall be heard
A new day is dawning, hear my words
I bring truth and understanding to your darkest fears
Ascension to your destiny is drawing near
Taste the wrath of my swift sword, legion of the night
Immortals come to rule the earth on beams of light
See the world burning, is this a dream?
Warrior returning, his blood is steel
Time has come for man to change
And free this earth from coming plague
Change is coming, my voice shall be heard
A new day dawning, hear my words
Sanctuary
I was born a warrior, force of steel in my hands
We must fight to save our world
Spread this message through the land
Seize control
We will fight to seize control
We will fight to seize control
And the time has come for man to change
And free this earth form coming plague
Change is coming, my voice shall be heard
A new day dawning, hear my words
I bring truth and understanding to your darkest fears
Ascension to your destiny is drawing near
Taste the wrath of my swift sword, legion of the night
Immortals come to rule the earth on beams of light
Fight to seize control
We will fight to seize control, we will fight
Change is coming, my voice shall be heard
A new day is dawning, hear my words
I bring truth and understanding to your darkest fears
Ascension to your destiny is drawing near
Taste the wrath of my swift sword, legion of the night
Immortals come to rule the earth on beams of light
See the world burning, is this a dream?
Warrior returning, his blood is steel
Time has come for man to change
And free this earth from coming plague
Change is coming, my voice shall be heard
A new day dawning, hear my words
Sanctuary
Waiting Room
28-10-2007
Seinfeld
JERRY: Waiting room. I hate when they make you wait in the room. 'Cause it says "Waiting room." There's no chance of not waiting, 'cause they call it the waiting room, they're going to use it. They've got it. It's all set up for you to wait. And you sit there, you know, and you've got your little magazine. You pretend you're reading it, but you're really looking at the other people. You know, you're thinking about about them things like "I wonder what he's got. As soon as she goes, I'm getting her magazine." And then, they finally call you and it's a very exciting moment. They finally call you, and you stand up and you kinda look around at the other people in the room. "Well, I guess I've been ch"osen. I'll see you all later." You know, so you think you're going to see the doctor, but you're not, are you? No. You're going into the next waiting room. The littler waiting room. But if they are, you know, doing some sort of medical thing to you, you want to be in the smallest room that they have, I think. You don't wnat to be in the largest room that they have. You know what I mean? You ever see these operating theaters, that they have, with like, stadium seating? You don't want them doing antying to you that makes other doctors go, "I have to see this!" "Are you kidding? Are they really gonna do that to him?" "Are there seats? Can we get in?" Do they scalp tickets to these things? "I got two for the Winslow tumor, I got two.."
Seinfeld
Peace
27-10-2007
"A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety."
Aesop, The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse
Greek slave & fable author (620 BC - 560 BC)
"A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety."
Aesop, The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse
Greek slave & fable author (620 BC - 560 BC)
Ghost Of Me
26-10-2007
don't wake this child of lies, he sleeps here in me
now I'm just his dream
he sees things with my eyes, things he knows that can't be
floating in my mindstream
he's been betrayed by the truth, led astray by answers
bruised by all that's real
so sleep my sorrowed youth while I stand guard here
afraid you'll never heal
I wouldn't mind if he was lost
he wouldn't mind if I was free
I wouldn't mind to take the cost
strike me blind and leave me be
you are me
I wouldn't mind if he was lost
he wouldn't mind if I was free
I wouldn't mind to take the cost
strike me blind and leave me be
you are me
Tarot
don't wake this child of lies, he sleeps here in me
now I'm just his dream
he sees things with my eyes, things he knows that can't be
floating in my mindstream
he's been betrayed by the truth, led astray by answers
bruised by all that's real
so sleep my sorrowed youth while I stand guard here
afraid you'll never heal
I wouldn't mind if he was lost
he wouldn't mind if I was free
I wouldn't mind to take the cost
strike me blind and leave me be
you are me
I wouldn't mind if he was lost
he wouldn't mind if I was free
I wouldn't mind to take the cost
strike me blind and leave me be
you are me
Tarot
Right Off 2
25-10-2007
"MARLENE: ..So, it must've been ninety-five degrees that night, and everyone's just standing around the pool with little drinks in their hands. I was wearing my old jeans and T-shirt. And I don't know, I was just in one of those moods - so I said to myself, "Marlene, just do it," and I jumped in. And as I'm getting out, I feel all these eyes on me, and I look up and everyone is just staring at me.
JERRY: So what'd you do?
MARLENE: Well, nothing. It's not skin off my hide if people like to look. I just didn't see what the big attraction was.
JERRY: Well, I have a general idea what it was. I could take a guess.
MARLENE: (Laughs) Hey, you know, Jerry, just because George and I don't see each other anymore, it doesn't mean we shouldn't stay friends.
JERRY: No.
MARLENE: Good enough. I'm really glad we got that settled.
(Scene ends)
[Setting: Chiropractor waiting room]
JERRY: (Irritated) I don't know how this happened.
GEORGE: Jerry, it's not my fault.
JERRY: Ohh.. you know, and sometimes she'll go, "Hello, Jerry?" and I'll go "Oh, hi Marlene." And then it's "Jerry.."
GEORGE: What about getting off the phone?
JERRY: Ohhhh.. you can't. It's impossible. There's no break in the conversation where you can go, "Alright, then.. " You know, it just goes on and on and on with out a break in the wall. I mean, I gotta put a stop to this.
GEORGE: Just do it like a Band-Aid. One motion, right off!"
Seinfeld
"MARLENE: ..So, it must've been ninety-five degrees that night, and everyone's just standing around the pool with little drinks in their hands. I was wearing my old jeans and T-shirt. And I don't know, I was just in one of those moods - so I said to myself, "Marlene, just do it," and I jumped in. And as I'm getting out, I feel all these eyes on me, and I look up and everyone is just staring at me.
JERRY: So what'd you do?
MARLENE: Well, nothing. It's not skin off my hide if people like to look. I just didn't see what the big attraction was.
JERRY: Well, I have a general idea what it was. I could take a guess.
MARLENE: (Laughs) Hey, you know, Jerry, just because George and I don't see each other anymore, it doesn't mean we shouldn't stay friends.
JERRY: No.
MARLENE: Good enough. I'm really glad we got that settled.
(Scene ends)
[Setting: Chiropractor waiting room]
JERRY: (Irritated) I don't know how this happened.
GEORGE: Jerry, it's not my fault.
JERRY: No, no. It's not your fault. Books, books, I need my books. Have you re-read those books yet, by the way? You know the great thing? When you read Moby Dick the second time, Ahab and the whale become good friends. You know, it's not like Marlene's a bad person or anything, but, my God! I mean, we've had like three lunches and a movie. And she never stops calling. (George nods - he knows exactly what Jerry's talking about) And it's these meaningless, purposeless, blather calls. She never asks if I'm busy or anything. I just pick up the phone and she's in the middle of a sentence.
GEORGE: That's standard. Has she left you one of those messages where she uses up the whole machine?JERRY: Ohh.. you know, and sometimes she'll go, "Hello, Jerry?" and I'll go "Oh, hi Marlene." And then it's "Jerry.."
GEORGE: What about getting off the phone?
JERRY: Ohhhh.. you can't. It's impossible. There's no break in the conversation where you can go, "Alright, then.. " You know, it just goes on and on and on with out a break in the wall. I mean, I gotta put a stop to this.
GEORGE: Just do it like a Band-Aid. One motion, right off!"
Seinfeld
Russian Roulette
24-10-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"When one plays the russian roulette, sometimes in anguish, he wishes that the bullet comes fast"
The Wise Man said to me:
"When one plays the russian roulette, sometimes in anguish, he wishes that the bullet comes fast"
Diamonds And Rust
23-10-2007
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
Joan Baez
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
Joan Baez
Books
22-10-2007
"(Enter George; he's extremely excited - he's dancing around the room, singing the Zorba theme)
GEORGE: I'm outta there. I did it! It's over.
JERRY: You did it? What happened?
GEORGE: I told her. In the kitchen - which was risky 'cause it's near all the knives. I started with the word "Listen."
JERRY: Ah ha.
GEORGE: I said, "Listen Marlene," and then the next thing I know, I'm in the middle of it. And there's this voice inside of me going: "You're doing it! You're doing it!" And then she started to cry, and I weakened a bit. I almost relented, but the voice, Jerry. The voice said "Keep going, keep going. You're almost out!" It's like I was making a prison break, you know. And I'm heading for the wall, and I trip and I twist my ankle, and they throw the light on you, you know. So, somehow I get though the crying and I keep running. Then the cursing started. She's firing at me from the guard tower: "Son of a bang! Son of a boom!" I get to the top of the wall - the front door. I opened it up, I'm one foot away, I took one last look around the penitentiary, and I jumped!
JERRY: See, it's never as bad as you imagine.
KRAMER: I liked Marlene. What's her number?
GEORGE: No, I, I don't think so.
(Kramer stants making noises while eating)
JERRY: Could you stop that smacking?
KRAMER: George, I want you to taste this cantaloupe.
GEORGE: Oh no, thank you.
KRAMER: It's the best cantaloupe I ever had.
GEORGE: No, really. No, no, thanks.
KRAMER: Jerry, tell him how good this cantaloupe is.
JERRY: It's very good cantaloupe. (changing subject) So that's it? You're out?
GEORGE: Except for one small problem. I left some books in her apartment.
JERRY: So, go get them.
GEORGE: Oh, no. No, I can't go back there. Jerry, it's so awkward and, you know, it could be dangerous - sexually. Something could happen, I'd be right back where I started.
JERRY: So forget about the books. Did you read them?
GEORGE: Well, yeah.
JERRY: What do you need them for?
GEORGE: I don't know. They're books.
JERRY: What is this obsession people have with books? They put them in their houses - like they're trophies. What do you need it for after you read it?
GEORGE: They're MY books.
JERRY: So you want me to get those books? Is that it?"
Seinfeld
"(Enter George; he's extremely excited - he's dancing around the room, singing the Zorba theme)
GEORGE: I'm outta there. I did it! It's over.
JERRY: You did it? What happened?
GEORGE: I told her. In the kitchen - which was risky 'cause it's near all the knives. I started with the word "Listen."
JERRY: Ah ha.
GEORGE: I said, "Listen Marlene," and then the next thing I know, I'm in the middle of it. And there's this voice inside of me going: "You're doing it! You're doing it!" And then she started to cry, and I weakened a bit. I almost relented, but the voice, Jerry. The voice said "Keep going, keep going. You're almost out!" It's like I was making a prison break, you know. And I'm heading for the wall, and I trip and I twist my ankle, and they throw the light on you, you know. So, somehow I get though the crying and I keep running. Then the cursing started. She's firing at me from the guard tower: "Son of a bang! Son of a boom!" I get to the top of the wall - the front door. I opened it up, I'm one foot away, I took one last look around the penitentiary, and I jumped!
JERRY: See, it's never as bad as you imagine.
KRAMER: I liked Marlene. What's her number?
GEORGE: No, I, I don't think so.
(Kramer stants making noises while eating)
JERRY: Could you stop that smacking?
KRAMER: George, I want you to taste this cantaloupe.
GEORGE: Oh no, thank you.
KRAMER: It's the best cantaloupe I ever had.
GEORGE: No, really. No, no, thanks.
KRAMER: Jerry, tell him how good this cantaloupe is.
JERRY: It's very good cantaloupe. (changing subject) So that's it? You're out?
GEORGE: Except for one small problem. I left some books in her apartment.
JERRY: So, go get them.
GEORGE: Oh, no. No, I can't go back there. Jerry, it's so awkward and, you know, it could be dangerous - sexually. Something could happen, I'd be right back where I started.
JERRY: So forget about the books. Did you read them?
GEORGE: Well, yeah.
JERRY: What do you need them for?
GEORGE: I don't know. They're books.
JERRY: What is this obsession people have with books? They put them in their houses - like they're trophies. What do you need it for after you read it?
GEORGE: They're MY books.
JERRY: So you want me to get those books? Is that it?"
Seinfeld
Stubbornness
21-10-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"The stubbornness of two of the same kind is hard to bear"
The Wise Man said to me:
"The stubbornness of two of the same kind is hard to bear"
Don't Look Back In Anger
20-10-2007
Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you'd never been
But all the things that you've seen
Will slowly fade away
So I start a revolution from my bed
'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside the summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
And so Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger
I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows, if it's night or day.
Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a Rock 'n Roll band
Who'll throw it all away
I'm gonna start the revolution from my bed
'Cos you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside cos summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
Cos you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
And So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as she's walking on by.
My soul slides away, but don't look back in anger
I heard you say
So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger
I heard you say
And So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late and she's walking on by
My soul slides away, but don't look back in anger, don't look back in anger
I heard you say
At least not today.
Oasis
Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you'd never been
But all the things that you've seen
Will slowly fade away
So I start a revolution from my bed
'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside the summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
And so Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger
I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows, if it's night or day.
Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a Rock 'n Roll band
Who'll throw it all away
I'm gonna start the revolution from my bed
'Cos you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside cos summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
Cos you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
And So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as she's walking on by.
My soul slides away, but don't look back in anger
I heard you say
So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger
I heard you say
And So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late and she's walking on by
My soul slides away, but don't look back in anger, don't look back in anger
I heard you say
At least not today.
Oasis
Different Person
19-10-2007
"ELAINE: Hi.
JERRY: Hi.
(George pulls his seat forward to allow Elaine into the back seats)
ELAINE: Hey, what are you doing?
GEORGE: I'm letting you in.
ELAINE: Oh no. No. I don't want to sit in the back. I'll be left out of the conversation.
GEORGE: No, you won't.
ELAINE: Yes, I will, George. I'll have to sick my chin on top of the seat.
GEORGE: Okay..
(George gets out, and gestures for Elaine to sit in the seat)
ELAINE: Why can't you sit in the middle?
GEORGE: Please, it doesn't look good. Boy, boy, girl.
ELAINE: I think you're afraid to sit next to a man. You're a little homophobic, aren't you?
GEORGE: Is it that obvious?
(Elaine sits in the middle)
ELAINE: Hello, Jerry.
JERRY: Hello.
ELAINE: Did you get a haircut?
JERRY: No, shower. So, where are we eating?
ELAINE: Tell me if you think this is strange: There's this guy who lives in my building, who I was introduced to a couple of years ago by a friend. He's a teacher, or something. Anyway, after we met, whenever we'd run into each other on the street, or in the lobby, or whatever, we would stop and we would chat a little.. Nothing much. Little pleasantries. He was a nice guy, he's got a family.. then after a while, I noticed there was not more stopping. Just saying hello and continuing on our way. And then the verbal hellos stopped, and we just went into these little sort of nods of recognition. So, fine. I figure, that's where this relationship is finally gonna settle: polite nodding. Then one day, he doesn't nod. Like I don't exist?! He went from nods to nothing.
GEORGE: (imitating Tony Bennett) "You know, I'd go from nods to nothing.."
ELAINE: And now, there's this intense animosity whenever we passs. I mean, it's like we really hate each other. It's based on nothing.
JERRY: A relationship is an organism. You created this thing and then you starved it so it turned against you. Same thing happened to The Blob.
GEORGE: I think you absolutely have to say something to this guy. Confront him.
ELAINE: Really?
GEORGE: Yes.
ELAINE: You would do that?
GEORGE: If I was a different person."
Seinfeld
"ELAINE: Hi.
JERRY: Hi.
(George pulls his seat forward to allow Elaine into the back seats)
ELAINE: Hey, what are you doing?
GEORGE: I'm letting you in.
ELAINE: Oh no. No. I don't want to sit in the back. I'll be left out of the conversation.
GEORGE: No, you won't.
ELAINE: Yes, I will, George. I'll have to sick my chin on top of the seat.
GEORGE: Okay..
(George gets out, and gestures for Elaine to sit in the seat)
ELAINE: Why can't you sit in the middle?
GEORGE: Please, it doesn't look good. Boy, boy, girl.
ELAINE: I think you're afraid to sit next to a man. You're a little homophobic, aren't you?
GEORGE: Is it that obvious?
(Elaine sits in the middle)
ELAINE: Hello, Jerry.
JERRY: Hello.
ELAINE: Did you get a haircut?
JERRY: No, shower. So, where are we eating?
ELAINE: Tell me if you think this is strange: There's this guy who lives in my building, who I was introduced to a couple of years ago by a friend. He's a teacher, or something. Anyway, after we met, whenever we'd run into each other on the street, or in the lobby, or whatever, we would stop and we would chat a little.. Nothing much. Little pleasantries. He was a nice guy, he's got a family.. then after a while, I noticed there was not more stopping. Just saying hello and continuing on our way. And then the verbal hellos stopped, and we just went into these little sort of nods of recognition. So, fine. I figure, that's where this relationship is finally gonna settle: polite nodding. Then one day, he doesn't nod. Like I don't exist?! He went from nods to nothing.
GEORGE: (imitating Tony Bennett) "You know, I'd go from nods to nothing.."
ELAINE: And now, there's this intense animosity whenever we passs. I mean, it's like we really hate each other. It's based on nothing.
JERRY: A relationship is an organism. You created this thing and then you starved it so it turned against you. Same thing happened to The Blob.
GEORGE: I think you absolutely have to say something to this guy. Confront him.
ELAINE: Really?
GEORGE: Yes.
ELAINE: You would do that?
GEORGE: If I was a different person."
Seinfeld
Understand
18-10-2007
The Wise Man told me:
"Someone will never understand why you do what you do. Usually it's a waste of time explaining"
The Wise Man told me:
"Someone will never understand why you do what you do. Usually it's a waste of time explaining"
Instinct
17-10-2007
The more I see - the less I believe
The more I hear - the less I care
This world we've created, has left me cold
This world is sedated, dying in it's sleep
I feel nothing
Seen it written on a thousand faces
The simple truth we fear
Seen it happen in a thousand places
Instinct brought us here
The more I see - the less I believe
The more I hear - the less I care
We used to be the chosen ones
Second to none
Look at what we've become
A pathetic excuse for life
I feel nothing
I can feel nothing
Nothing at all
Except for the pain
That hits me again
Arch Enemy
The more I see - the less I believe
The more I hear - the less I care
This world we've created, has left me cold
This world is sedated, dying in it's sleep
I feel nothing
Seen it written on a thousand faces
The simple truth we fear
Seen it happen in a thousand places
Instinct brought us here
The more I see - the less I believe
The more I hear - the less I care
We used to be the chosen ones
Second to none
Look at what we've become
A pathetic excuse for life
I feel nothing
I can feel nothing
Nothing at all
Except for the pain
That hits me again
Arch Enemy
Right Off
16-10-2007
"GEORGE: She can't kill me right?!
JERRY: No, of course not.
GEORGE: People break up all the time.
JERRY: Everyday.
GEORGE: It just didn't work out. What can I do? I wanted to love her. I tried to love her. I couldn't.
JERRY: You tried.
GEORGE: I kept looking at her face. I'd go: "C'mon, love her. Love her!"
JERRY: Did you tell her you loved her?
GEORGE: Oh, I had no choice. She squeezed it out of me! She'd tell me she loved me. Alright, at first, I just look at her. I'd go "Oh, really?" or "Boy, that's, that's something." But, eventually you have to come back with "Well, I love you." You know, you can only hold out for so long!"
JERRY: You're a human being.
GEORGE: And I didn't even ask her out. She asked me out first. She called me up. What was I supposed to do? Say no? I can't do that to someone.
JERRY: You're too nice a guy.
GEORGE: I am. I'm a nice guy.. (realizing) And she seduced me! We were in my apartment, I'm sitting on the couch, she's on the chair - I get up to go to the bathroom, I come back, she's on the couch. What am I supposed to do? Not do anything? I couldn't do that. I would've insulted her.
JERRY: You're flesh and blood.
GEORGE: I had nothing to do wtih any of this! I met all her friends, I didn't want to meet them. I kept trying to avoid it. I knew it would only get me in deeper. But they were everywhere! They kept popping up, all over the place. "This is Nancy, this is Susan, this is Amy.. This is my cousin.. this is my brother.. thisis my father." It's like I'm in quicksand.
JERRY: I told you when I met her..
GEORGE: My back is killing me.
JERRY: You gotta go to my chiropractor, he's the best.
GEORGE: Oh yeah, everybody's guy is the best.
JERRY: I'm gonna make an appointment for you. We'll go together.
GEORGE: Please. They don't do anything.. Look, do I have to break up with her in person? CAn't I do it over the phone? I have no stomach for these things.
JERRY: You should just do it like a Band-Aid. One motion! Right off!"
Seinfeld
"GEORGE: She can't kill me right?!
JERRY: No, of course not.
GEORGE: People break up all the time.
JERRY: Everyday.
GEORGE: It just didn't work out. What can I do? I wanted to love her. I tried to love her. I couldn't.
JERRY: You tried.
GEORGE: I kept looking at her face. I'd go: "C'mon, love her. Love her!"
JERRY: Did you tell her you loved her?
GEORGE: Oh, I had no choice. She squeezed it out of me! She'd tell me she loved me. Alright, at first, I just look at her. I'd go "Oh, really?" or "Boy, that's, that's something." But, eventually you have to come back with "Well, I love you." You know, you can only hold out for so long!"
JERRY: You're a human being.
GEORGE: And I didn't even ask her out. She asked me out first. She called me up. What was I supposed to do? Say no? I can't do that to someone.
JERRY: You're too nice a guy.
GEORGE: I am. I'm a nice guy.. (realizing) And she seduced me! We were in my apartment, I'm sitting on the couch, she's on the chair - I get up to go to the bathroom, I come back, she's on the couch. What am I supposed to do? Not do anything? I couldn't do that. I would've insulted her.
JERRY: You're flesh and blood.
GEORGE: I had nothing to do wtih any of this! I met all her friends, I didn't want to meet them. I kept trying to avoid it. I knew it would only get me in deeper. But they were everywhere! They kept popping up, all over the place. "This is Nancy, this is Susan, this is Amy.. This is my cousin.. this is my brother.. thisis my father." It's like I'm in quicksand.
JERRY: I told you when I met her..
GEORGE: My back is killing me.
JERRY: You gotta go to my chiropractor, he's the best.
GEORGE: Oh yeah, everybody's guy is the best.
JERRY: I'm gonna make an appointment for you. We'll go together.
GEORGE: Please. They don't do anything.. Look, do I have to break up with her in person? CAn't I do it over the phone? I have no stomach for these things.
JERRY: You should just do it like a Band-Aid. One motion! Right off!"
Seinfeld
Brainstew
14-10-2007
Im having trouble trying to sleep
Im counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like theyre gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delerium
On my own... here we go
Green Day
Im having trouble trying to sleep
Im counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like theyre gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delerium
On my own... here we go
Green Day
Lazy Money
13-10-2007
Seinfeld
"JERRY: I'm not an investor. People always tell me, you should have your money working for you. I've decided I'll do the work. I'm gonna let the money relax. You know what I mean? 'Cause you send your money out there - working for you - a lot of times, it gets fired. You go back there, "What happened? I had my money. It was here, it was working for me." "Yeah, I remember your money. Showing up late. Taking time off. We had to let him go.""
Seinfeld
Man In Difficulties
12-10-2007
"Never trust the advice of a man in difficulties."
Aesop
Greek slave & fable author (620 BC - 560 BC)
"Never trust the advice of a man in difficulties."
Aesop
Greek slave & fable author (620 BC - 560 BC)
Sick Of It All
11-10-2007
All you've taken, all forsaken
Where you gonna go?
No one told you how it would be
Helter Skelter, ache for shelter
Stare into the sun
You can look but you wont see
Where are you gonna go?
The rise before the fall
When you're just sick of it all
When you're just sick of it all
Fly so high you're going die
When one has broken wings
No one told you how it would be
The power between the highs and lows drowns yourself again
Its where you find that you're free
Where are you gonna go?
When nothing is left that you know
The rise before the fall
When you're just sick of it all
When you're just sick of it all
When you're just sick of it all
Where are you gonna go?
When nothing is left that you know
The rise before the fall
When you're just sick of it all
When you're just sick of it all
When you're just sick of it all
Black Label Society
All you've taken, all forsaken
Where you gonna go?
No one told you how it would be
Helter Skelter, ache for shelter
Stare into the sun
You can look but you wont see
Where are you gonna go?
The rise before the fall
When you're just sick of it all
When you're just sick of it all
Fly so high you're going die
When one has broken wings
No one told you how it would be
The power between the highs and lows drowns yourself again
Its where you find that you're free
Where are you gonna go?
When nothing is left that you know
The rise before the fall
When you're just sick of it all
When you're just sick of it all
When you're just sick of it all
Where are you gonna go?
When nothing is left that you know
The rise before the fall
When you're just sick of it all
When you're just sick of it all
When you're just sick of it all
Black Label Society
Plenty Of Time
10-10-2007
"JERRY: So I know this guy. I'm getting all my sneakers at a discount now.
VANESSA: I know. You mentioned it.
JERRY: Oh yeah, right. (To himself) Oh God. Get me out of here. What a mistake. What made me think this would work? And I've still got another day! I've got nothing left to say. Wait.. wait.. got one. (To Vanessa) That's a nice watch. Do you wind it?
VANESSA: No, it's got a little battery.
JERRY: Well, that's good. (To himself) Well, the drive home should be a delight. I'm speeding the whole way. Let them throw me in jail. I don't care. (To Vanessa) That' the manager? Do you want me to see if we can get another room?
VANESSA: No, it's okay.
JERRY: So, I guess you don't find the separate faucets for the hot and cold - charming?
VANESSA: Not especially.
JERRY: Well, what do you want to do this afternoon?
VANESSA: What can we do? It's raining.
JERRY: We cold play "Sorry!" We cold play "Steal the Old Man's Bundle." (To himself) Maybe I can get an extension cord and hang myself. (To Vanessa) What kind of perfume is that you're wearing?
VANESSA: Oh, you've never heard of it.
JERRY: No, what? What kind is it?
VANESSA: I can't tell you.
JERRY: (To himself) Yeah, that's normal. (Out loud, to a man nearby) Excuse me, Sir. Could I have a look at that business section?
VANESSA: That stock? I thought you got out of that?
JERRY: I did. I'm just curious. It's been almost a week. I want to check it out. (finds stock) Six points. It's up six points!
VANESSA: I told you not to sell.
JERRY: You did not tell me not to sell.
VANESSA: I said, the market fluctuates. Remember?
JERRY: Look, Vanessa, of course the market fluctuates. Everybody knows that. I just got fluctuated out of four thousand dollars!
VANESSA: That's probably why.. (stops herself)
JERRY: What?
VANESSA: Forget it.
JERRY: No, what? 'That's probably why..'
VANESSA: That's probably why we're staying here, because you lost money on the stock.
JERRY: (To himself) So, what am I looking at here? Twenty=nine hours to go. Well, at least I got plenty of time to find out the name of that perfume.."
Seinfeld
"JERRY: So I know this guy. I'm getting all my sneakers at a discount now.
VANESSA: I know. You mentioned it.
JERRY: Oh yeah, right. (To himself) Oh God. Get me out of here. What a mistake. What made me think this would work? And I've still got another day! I've got nothing left to say. Wait.. wait.. got one. (To Vanessa) That's a nice watch. Do you wind it?
VANESSA: No, it's got a little battery.
JERRY: Well, that's good. (To himself) Well, the drive home should be a delight. I'm speeding the whole way. Let them throw me in jail. I don't care. (To Vanessa) That' the manager? Do you want me to see if we can get another room?
VANESSA: No, it's okay.
JERRY: So, I guess you don't find the separate faucets for the hot and cold - charming?
VANESSA: Not especially.
JERRY: Well, what do you want to do this afternoon?
VANESSA: What can we do? It's raining.
JERRY: We cold play "Sorry!" We cold play "Steal the Old Man's Bundle." (To himself) Maybe I can get an extension cord and hang myself. (To Vanessa) What kind of perfume is that you're wearing?
VANESSA: Oh, you've never heard of it.
JERRY: No, what? What kind is it?
VANESSA: I can't tell you.
JERRY: (To himself) Yeah, that's normal. (Out loud, to a man nearby) Excuse me, Sir. Could I have a look at that business section?
VANESSA: That stock? I thought you got out of that?
JERRY: I did. I'm just curious. It's been almost a week. I want to check it out. (finds stock) Six points. It's up six points!
VANESSA: I told you not to sell.
JERRY: You did not tell me not to sell.
VANESSA: I said, the market fluctuates. Remember?
JERRY: Look, Vanessa, of course the market fluctuates. Everybody knows that. I just got fluctuated out of four thousand dollars!
VANESSA: That's probably why.. (stops herself)
JERRY: What?
VANESSA: Forget it.
JERRY: No, what? 'That's probably why..'
VANESSA: That's probably why we're staying here, because you lost money on the stock.
JERRY: (To himself) So, what am I looking at here? Twenty=nine hours to go. Well, at least I got plenty of time to find out the name of that perfume.."
Seinfeld
Brave
09-10-2007
"It is easy to be brave from a safe distance."
Aesop
Greek slave & fable author (620 BC - 560 BC
"It is easy to be brave from a safe distance."
Aesop
Greek slave & fable author (620 BC - 560 BC
Laugh'N a 1/2
08-10-2007
I learned politeness on my mother´s knee
I learned by uprightness my number of friends should increase
When I think about the things I´ve done
I laugh out loud to no one
Yeah to no one
Coz it´s so hard to meet
The eyes that I see
When I try to open up my heart
There´s something inside me ´n I know it´s good
But understanding is misunderstood
At the end of a smile; there´s a laugh ´n a 1/2
But I became honest Mr. Mistaken
In spie of the curves my smile was makin´
Bumpers and kickers in one big stream
I grew up in a life size pin ball machine
Yeah they´re mean
On my behalf
There´s something inside me ´n I know it´s good
But understanding is misunderstood
At the end of a smile; ther´s a laugh ´n a 1/2
I tried to fill some silence
Coz the silence feels so long
I knew the ice was gettin´ thinner
But I kept skating on
My mother threw me into this world as a winner
But by the light of the yellow beer
they tell jokes I´ll never get to hear
On my behalf
There´s something inside me...
D.A.D.
I learned politeness on my mother´s knee
I learned by uprightness my number of friends should increase
When I think about the things I´ve done
I laugh out loud to no one
Yeah to no one
Coz it´s so hard to meet
The eyes that I see
When I try to open up my heart
There´s something inside me ´n I know it´s good
But understanding is misunderstood
At the end of a smile; there´s a laugh ´n a 1/2
But I became honest Mr. Mistaken
In spie of the curves my smile was makin´
Bumpers and kickers in one big stream
I grew up in a life size pin ball machine
Yeah they´re mean
On my behalf
There´s something inside me ´n I know it´s good
But understanding is misunderstood
At the end of a smile; ther´s a laugh ´n a 1/2
I tried to fill some silence
Coz the silence feels so long
I knew the ice was gettin´ thinner
But I kept skating on
My mother threw me into this world as a winner
But by the light of the yellow beer
they tell jokes I´ll never get to hear
On my behalf
There´s something inside me...
D.A.D.
Cat Killer
07-10-2007
"(Elaine sneezes)
JERRY: Bless you.
ELAINE: Thank you. What evidence is there that cats are so smart, anyway? Huh? What do they do? Because they're clean? I am sorry. My Uncle Pete showers four times a day and he can't count to ten. So don't give me hygiene.
JERRY: So what are you gonna do?
ELAINE: I don't know. I can't think of any solution, unless of course they should meet with some unfortunate accident. What do you think a hit man would charge to rub out a couple of cats?
JERRY: Well, it couldn't be too expensive. Thirteen, fourteen bucks a cat?
ELAINE: What do you think, Jerry? You wanna make twenty-eight bucks?
JERRY: I'm no cat killer.
ELAINE: How about we go over there right now and we shave them?
JERRY: I'd really like to go, Elaine. But, George is coming back from the hospital. I gotta wait for him. But otherwise I would definitely go."
Seinfeld
"(Elaine sneezes)
JERRY: Bless you.
ELAINE: Thank you. What evidence is there that cats are so smart, anyway? Huh? What do they do? Because they're clean? I am sorry. My Uncle Pete showers four times a day and he can't count to ten. So don't give me hygiene.
JERRY: So what are you gonna do?
ELAINE: I don't know. I can't think of any solution, unless of course they should meet with some unfortunate accident. What do you think a hit man would charge to rub out a couple of cats?
JERRY: Well, it couldn't be too expensive. Thirteen, fourteen bucks a cat?
ELAINE: What do you think, Jerry? You wanna make twenty-eight bucks?
JERRY: I'm no cat killer.
ELAINE: How about we go over there right now and we shave them?
JERRY: I'd really like to go, Elaine. But, George is coming back from the hospital. I gotta wait for him. But otherwise I would definitely go."
Seinfeld
Awful Grace Of God
06-10-2007
"He who learns must suffer, and, even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."
Aeschylus
Greek tragic dramatist (525 BC - 456 BC)
"He who learns must suffer, and, even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."
Aeschylus
Greek tragic dramatist (525 BC - 456 BC)
i Can't Explain
05-10-2007
Got a feeling inside (Can't explain)
It's a certain kind (Can't explain)
I feel hot and cold (Can't explain)
Yeah, down in my soul, yeah (Can't explain)
I said ... (Can't explain)
I'm feeling good now, yeah, but (Can't explain)
Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling blue
The things you've said, well, maybe they're true
I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again
I know what it means, but …
Can't explain
I think it's love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue
But I can't explain (Can't explain)
Yeah, hear what I'm saying, girl (Can't explain)
Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling bad
The things you've said have got me real mad
I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but
Can't explain
I think it's love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue
But I can't explain (Can't explain)
Forgive me one more time, now (Can't explain)
I said I can't explain, yeah
You drive me out of my mind
Yeah, I'm the worrying kind, babe
I said I can't explain
The Who
Got a feeling inside (Can't explain)
It's a certain kind (Can't explain)
I feel hot and cold (Can't explain)
Yeah, down in my soul, yeah (Can't explain)
I said ... (Can't explain)
I'm feeling good now, yeah, but (Can't explain)
Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling blue
The things you've said, well, maybe they're true
I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again
I know what it means, but …
Can't explain
I think it's love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue
But I can't explain (Can't explain)
Yeah, hear what I'm saying, girl (Can't explain)
Dizzy in the head and I'm feeling bad
The things you've said have got me real mad
I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but
Can't explain
I think it's love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue
But I can't explain (Can't explain)
Forgive me one more time, now (Can't explain)
I said I can't explain, yeah
You drive me out of my mind
Yeah, I'm the worrying kind, babe
I said I can't explain
The Who
Dry Cleaning
04-10-2007
Seinfeld
"I think the only reason we go to the dry cleaner is so I can say to the dry cleaner, "Well, it's ruined." And of course, the dry cleaner can respond, "It's not our fault. We're not responsible. We just ruin the clothes. That ends our legal obligation." You see, the whole problem with dry cleaning is that we all believe that this is actually possible. Right? They're cleaning our clothes - but they're not getting anything wet. It's all dry. I know there's gotta be some liquids back there, some fluids that they're using. There's no such thing as dry cleaning. When you get something on your shirt, ever get something on your shirt and try to get it off like that (brushes shirt) - that's dry cleaning. I don't think that's what they're doing back there. They don't have eighty guys going (with imaginary brush) "Come on, hurry up! There's a lot of shirts today.""
Seinfeld
Long Time
03-10-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"Make friendship with your demons. They may stay for a long time"
The Wise Man said to me:
"Make friendship with your demons. They may stay for a long time"
How You Remind Me
02-10-2007
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick inside without a sense of feelin
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
It must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
Never made is as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
Nickelback
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick inside without a sense of feelin
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
It must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
Never made is as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no
Nickelback
Homophobia / Dry Cleaner
01-10-2007
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. (yes, this actually happened)
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
I am the gay male student that had to switch to another high school on my senior year, because I told my teachers that I was gay. One said that I was going to hell the other wanted to cure me.
I am the person that can not act/be themselves in fear of what others will think of me and if they will accept me.
I am your best friend, the same person you grew up with, and told your secrets too. The person you can't talk to anymore, because my partner is a women.
I am the daughter and best friend, the girl you raised and loved. Now you wont talk to me because i shattered your dreams of ever having children, And you your afraid of how to tell your friends about me and not be embarrassed.
I am the person, with the same fears, hurts, needs and wants as you. I bleed, I breathe, I understand, I Live.....With our hearts open and our eyes closed we are all the same people. Living life the best way we know how, with what we have been given.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
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"DRY CLEANER: May I help you?
JERRY: Yeah. I picked up this shirt here yesterday. It's completely shrunk. There's absolutely no way I can wear it.
DRY CLEANER: When did you bring it in?
JERRY: What's the difference? Look at it! Do you see the size of this shirt?!
DRY CLEANER: You got a receipt?
JERRY: I can't find the receipt.
DRY CLEANER: You should get the receipt.
JERRY: Look, forget about the receipt, all right? Even if I had the receipt- look at it! It's a hand puppet. What am I gonna do with this?!
DRY CLEANER: Yes, but how do I know we did the shirt?
JERRY: What do you think this is a little scam I have? I take this tiny shirt all over the city conning dry cleaners out of money?! In fact, forget the money. I don't even want the money. I just once, I would like to hear a dry cleaner admit that something was their fault. That's what I want. I want an admission of guilt.
DRY CLEANER: Maybe you asked for it to be washed?
JERRY: No.. dry-cleaned.
DRY CLEANER: Let me explain to you something. Okay? With certain types of fabrics, different chemicals can react, causing..
JERRY: (Interrupting) You shrunk it! You know you shrunk it! Just tell me that you shrunk it!
DRY CLEANER: I shrunk it."
Seinfeld
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. (yes, this actually happened)
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
I am the gay male student that had to switch to another high school on my senior year, because I told my teachers that I was gay. One said that I was going to hell the other wanted to cure me.
I am the person that can not act/be themselves in fear of what others will think of me and if they will accept me.
I am your best friend, the same person you grew up with, and told your secrets too. The person you can't talk to anymore, because my partner is a women.
I am the daughter and best friend, the girl you raised and loved. Now you wont talk to me because i shattered your dreams of ever having children, And you your afraid of how to tell your friends about me and not be embarrassed.
I am the person, with the same fears, hurts, needs and wants as you. I bleed, I breathe, I understand, I Live.....With our hearts open and our eyes closed we are all the same people. Living life the best way we know how, with what we have been given.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
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"DRY CLEANER: May I help you?
JERRY: Yeah. I picked up this shirt here yesterday. It's completely shrunk. There's absolutely no way I can wear it.
DRY CLEANER: When did you bring it in?
JERRY: What's the difference? Look at it! Do you see the size of this shirt?!
DRY CLEANER: You got a receipt?
JERRY: I can't find the receipt.
DRY CLEANER: You should get the receipt.
JERRY: Look, forget about the receipt, all right? Even if I had the receipt- look at it! It's a hand puppet. What am I gonna do with this?!
DRY CLEANER: Yes, but how do I know we did the shirt?
JERRY: What do you think this is a little scam I have? I take this tiny shirt all over the city conning dry cleaners out of money?! In fact, forget the money. I don't even want the money. I just once, I would like to hear a dry cleaner admit that something was their fault. That's what I want. I want an admission of guilt.
DRY CLEANER: Maybe you asked for it to be washed?
JERRY: No.. dry-cleaned.
DRY CLEANER: Let me explain to you something. Okay? With certain types of fabrics, different chemicals can react, causing..
JERRY: (Interrupting) You shrunk it! You know you shrunk it! Just tell me that you shrunk it!
DRY CLEANER: I shrunk it."
Seinfeld
Think About A Woman
30-09-2007
"Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more."
Martin Sage and Sybil Adelman, Northern Exposure, The Bumpy Road to Love, 1991
"Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more."
Martin Sage and Sybil Adelman, Northern Exposure, The Bumpy Road to Love, 1991
O Sopro do Coração
29-09-2007
Sim, o amor é vão
É certo e sabido
Mas então (Porque não)
Porque sopra ao ouvido
O sopro do coração
Se o amor é vão
Mera dor mero gozo
Sorvedouro caprichoso
No sopro do coração
No sopro do coração
Mas nisto o vento sopra doido
E o que foi do
Corpo no turbilhão
Sopra doido
E o que foi do
Corpo alado
Nas asas do turbilhão
Nisto já nem de ar precisas
Só meras brisas
Raras
Corto em dois limão
Chego o ouvido
Ao frescor
Ao barulho
À acidez do mergulho
No sangue do coração
Pulsar em vão
É bem dele É bem isso
E apesar disso eriça a pele
O sopro do coração
O sopro do coração
Mas nisto o vento sopra doido
E o que foi do
Corpo no turbilhão
Sopra doido
E o que foi do
Corpo alado
Nas asas do turbilhão
Nisto já nem de ar precisas
Só meras brisas
Raras
Clã
Sim, o amor é vão
É certo e sabido
Mas então (Porque não)
Porque sopra ao ouvido
O sopro do coração
Se o amor é vão
Mera dor mero gozo
Sorvedouro caprichoso
No sopro do coração
No sopro do coração
Mas nisto o vento sopra doido
E o que foi do
Corpo no turbilhão
Sopra doido
E o que foi do
Corpo alado
Nas asas do turbilhão
Nisto já nem de ar precisas
Só meras brisas
Raras
Corto em dois limão
Chego o ouvido
Ao frescor
Ao barulho
À acidez do mergulho
No sangue do coração
Pulsar em vão
É bem dele É bem isso
E apesar disso eriça a pele
O sopro do coração
O sopro do coração
Mas nisto o vento sopra doido
E o que foi do
Corpo no turbilhão
Sopra doido
E o que foi do
Corpo alado
Nas asas do turbilhão
Nisto já nem de ar precisas
Só meras brisas
Raras
Clã
What Are You, A Doctor?
28-09-2007
"JERRY: I never should've gotten involved in this. I'm a nervous wreck. I"m not cut out for investing.
GEORGE: Alright, alright. That's it. I'm gonna go down there.
JERRY: Where?
GEORGE: To the hospital.
JERRY: The hospital?
GEORGE: I'm going to find out what's going on. Alright?
JERRY: Are you nuts? You don't even know they guy.
GEORGE: So what? I'll start talking to him, you know, casual, and I'll work my way around to it.
JERRY: What if he's in an iron lung or something? What are you gonna do? (knocking on glass) "How you feeling, Mr. Wilkinson? (makes hissing sound) By the way, what's happening with Sendrax?"
GEORGE: Maybe he's resting.
JERRY: Who goes to the hospital to rest?
GEORGE: What are you, a doctor?
JERRY: Okay, fine, fine. When are you going down there?
GEORGE: Today. I'm going today. Just don't do anything until you hear from me."
Seinfeld
"JERRY: I never should've gotten involved in this. I'm a nervous wreck. I"m not cut out for investing.
GEORGE: Alright, alright. That's it. I'm gonna go down there.
JERRY: Where?
GEORGE: To the hospital.
JERRY: The hospital?
GEORGE: I'm going to find out what's going on. Alright?
JERRY: Are you nuts? You don't even know they guy.
GEORGE: So what? I'll start talking to him, you know, casual, and I'll work my way around to it.
JERRY: What if he's in an iron lung or something? What are you gonna do? (knocking on glass) "How you feeling, Mr. Wilkinson? (makes hissing sound) By the way, what's happening with Sendrax?"
GEORGE: Maybe he's resting.
JERRY: Who goes to the hospital to rest?
GEORGE: What are you, a doctor?
JERRY: Okay, fine, fine. When are you going down there?
GEORGE: Today. I'm going today. Just don't do anything until you hear from me."
Seinfeld
What Love Can Be
26-09-2007
Come to me know
I want to be your best friend for all of time
I want to be the tissue for your tears
I never want to be alone
I never really thought that I could feel
A feeling that awakened me so
I was astray of knowing where I belong
Living out of time, living out of time
(chorus)
Now that youve come and set me free
Now that I know what love can be
All that I want is you with me
Thats all I want
You allow me to be what I want to be
Thanks for helping me
I feel like a bright shining star
For only you to see, for only you to see
(chorus)
Now that youve come and set me free
Now that I know what love can be
All that I want is you with me
Thats all I want
Hold me tight, hold me tight
I wont let you go
Close to you, close to you
Touch me, dont let go
Give me all your love
Close to you, close to you
Give me all your love
All that I want
Is you to be with me
Kingdom Come
Come to me know
I want to be your best friend for all of time
I want to be the tissue for your tears
I never want to be alone
I never really thought that I could feel
A feeling that awakened me so
I was astray of knowing where I belong
Living out of time, living out of time
(chorus)
Now that youve come and set me free
Now that I know what love can be
All that I want is you with me
Thats all I want
You allow me to be what I want to be
Thanks for helping me
I feel like a bright shining star
For only you to see, for only you to see
(chorus)
Now that youve come and set me free
Now that I know what love can be
All that I want is you with me
Thats all I want
Hold me tight, hold me tight
I wont let you go
Close to you, close to you
Touch me, dont let go
Give me all your love
Close to you, close to you
Give me all your love
All that I want
Is you to be with me
Kingdom Come
They're Huge
25-09-2007
"KRAMER: (Looking at map) Hey, where.. where are you going? You gonna take a trip? The map.. what..
JERRY: Yeah, I'm going to Vermont with Vanessa for a few days.
KRAMER: Hey, can I use your place? I got a bunch of friends coming over this weekend.
JERRY: What friends?
KRAMER: Well, it's just some people I met at a rock concert.
(Phone rings)
KRAMER: Do you mind if they use your bed? (Jerry give him a look) 'Cause they're really good people, Jerry. I'm telling you. You know, they're anarchists. They're.. they're.. they're.. huge."
Seinfeld
"KRAMER: (Looking at map) Hey, where.. where are you going? You gonna take a trip? The map.. what..
JERRY: Yeah, I'm going to Vermont with Vanessa for a few days.
KRAMER: Hey, can I use your place? I got a bunch of friends coming over this weekend.
JERRY: What friends?
KRAMER: Well, it's just some people I met at a rock concert.
(Phone rings)
KRAMER: Do you mind if they use your bed? (Jerry give him a look) 'Cause they're really good people, Jerry. I'm telling you. You know, they're anarchists. They're.. they're.. they're.. huge."
Seinfeld
Laughter
24-09-2007
"Man is distinguished from all other creatures by the faculty of laughter."
Joseph Addison, The Spectator, September 26, 1712
English essayist, poet, & politician (1672 - 1719)
"Man is distinguished from all other creatures by the faculty of laughter."
Joseph Addison, The Spectator, September 26, 1712
English essayist, poet, & politician (1672 - 1719)
Alone And Forsaken
23-09-2007
we met in the springtime
when the blossoms unfold
the pastures green
and the meadow gold
our love was in flower
as the summer grew on
her love like the leaves
have all withered and gone
roses have faded
and there's frost at my door
the bird of the morning
wont sing anymore
the grass in the valley
has started to die
and out in the darkness
the whippoorwill cry
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord if you hear me
take hold my hand
where has she gone to
where can she be
she may have forsaken
some other like me
she promised to honor
to love and obey
each vow a plaything
she threw away
the darkness has fallen
the sky turns gray
the hound in the distance
has started to bay
i wonder, i wonder
what she's thinking of
forsaken, forgotten
without any love
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord can you hear me
take hold my hand
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord can you hear me
take hold my hand
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord can you hear me
take hold my hand
please understand
Sixteen Horsepower
we met in the springtime
when the blossoms unfold
the pastures green
and the meadow gold
our love was in flower
as the summer grew on
her love like the leaves
have all withered and gone
roses have faded
and there's frost at my door
the bird of the morning
wont sing anymore
the grass in the valley
has started to die
and out in the darkness
the whippoorwill cry
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord if you hear me
take hold my hand
where has she gone to
where can she be
she may have forsaken
some other like me
she promised to honor
to love and obey
each vow a plaything
she threw away
the darkness has fallen
the sky turns gray
the hound in the distance
has started to bay
i wonder, i wonder
what she's thinking of
forsaken, forgotten
without any love
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord can you hear me
take hold my hand
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord can you hear me
take hold my hand
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord can you hear me
take hold my hand
please understand
Sixteen Horsepower
Phase Two
22-09-2007
"JERRY: Have you thought any more about that trip?
VANESSA: Yeah, I've been thinking about it.
JERRY: You know, my friend told me about this great place in Vermont.
VANESSA: I don't know. I just worry about trips like this.. It's a lot of pressure.
JERRY: It's great! It speeds up the intimacy level. It's like putting the relationship in a time compressor. Where we would be six months from now we accomplish (snaps) three days.
VANESSA: Oh, so you want to move our relationship into Phase Two..?
JERRY: Exactly. I love Phase Two. Extra toothbrushes, increased call frequency, walking around naked.. You know, the presents get a lot better in Phase Two."
Seinfeld
"JERRY: Have you thought any more about that trip?
VANESSA: Yeah, I've been thinking about it.
JERRY: You know, my friend told me about this great place in Vermont.
VANESSA: I don't know. I just worry about trips like this.. It's a lot of pressure.
JERRY: It's great! It speeds up the intimacy level. It's like putting the relationship in a time compressor. Where we would be six months from now we accomplish (snaps) three days.
VANESSA: Oh, so you want to move our relationship into Phase Two..?
JERRY: Exactly. I love Phase Two. Extra toothbrushes, increased call frequency, walking around naked.. You know, the presents get a lot better in Phase Two."
Seinfeld
Absurd
21-09-2007
"What an absurd thing it is to pass over all the valuable parts of a man, and fix our attention on his infirmities."
Joseph Addison
English essayist, poet, & politician (1672 - 1719)
"What an absurd thing it is to pass over all the valuable parts of a man, and fix our attention on his infirmities."
Joseph Addison
English essayist, poet, & politician (1672 - 1719)
Seeing Red
20-09-2007
I'm seeing red
It helps me see things straight
I'm doing everything
For the purpose of improvement
Don't ask me why
Cuz it don't faze me one iota
I'm the alpha and omega
The beginning and the end
It's just the warm up for the work ahead
Food for my mind, emotionally seared
Beckons as big as an atomic-bomb
Wipe off my cosmetic tears
I'm seeing red
I open my eyes
It roots me to the spot
So young at heart
Independant in thought and mind
Test my nerves
I'm doing this for kicks
And it gives me everything
That is here for me to find
Don't ask me when I began to hate
Cuz I don't recall a time I didn't
Am I the only one of my kind?
No!!!?
And who is not a parasite?
Can you name me just one?
I see your eyes and I know for a fact
I'm not your only son
Entombed
I'm seeing red
It helps me see things straight
I'm doing everything
For the purpose of improvement
Don't ask me why
Cuz it don't faze me one iota
I'm the alpha and omega
The beginning and the end
It's just the warm up for the work ahead
Food for my mind, emotionally seared
Beckons as big as an atomic-bomb
Wipe off my cosmetic tears
I'm seeing red
I open my eyes
It roots me to the spot
So young at heart
Independant in thought and mind
Test my nerves
I'm doing this for kicks
And it gives me everything
That is here for me to find
Don't ask me when I began to hate
Cuz I don't recall a time I didn't
Am I the only one of my kind?
No!!!?
And who is not a parasite?
Can you name me just one?
I see your eyes and I know for a fact
I'm not your only son
Entombed
F.M.I.
18-09-2007
Vou, vou-vos mostrar mais um pedaço da minha vida, um pedaço um pouco especial, trata-se de um texto que foi escrito, assim, de um só jorro, numa noite de Fevereiro de 79, e que talvez tenha um ou outro pormenor que já não é muito actual. Eu vou-vos dar o texto tal e qual como eu o escrevi nessa altura, sem ter modificado nada, por isso vos peço que não se deixem distrair por esses pormenores que possam ser já não muito actuais e que isso não contribua para desviar a vossa atenção do que me parece ser o essencial neste texto.
Chama-se FMI.
Quer dizer: Fundo Monetário Internacional.
Não sei porque é que se riem, é uma organização democrática dos países todos, que se reúnem, como as pessoas, em torno de uma mesa para discutir os seus assuntos, e no fim tomar as decisões que interessam a todos...
É o internacionalismo monetário!
FMI
Cachucho não é coisa que me traga a mim
Mais novidade do que lagostim
Nariz que reconhece o cheiro do pilim
Distingue bem o Mortimore do Meirim
A produtividade, ora aí está, quer dizer
Há tanto nesta terra que ainda está por fazer
Entrar por aí a dentro, analisar, e então
Do meu 'attachi-case' sai a solução!
FMI Não há graça que não faça o FMI
FMI O bombástico de plástico para si
FMI Não há força que retorça o FMI
Discreto e ordenado mas nem por isso fraco
Eis a imagem 'on the rocks' do cancro do tabaco
Enfio uma gravata em cada fato-macaco
E meto o pessoal todo no mesmo saco
A produtividade, ora aí está, quer dizer
Não ando aqui a brincar, não há tempo a perder
Batendo o pé na casa, espanador na mão
É só desinfectar em superprodução!
FMI Não há truque que não lucre ao FMI
FMI O heróico paranóico 'hara-quiri'
FMI Panegírico, pro-lírico daqui
Palavras, palavras, palavras e não só
Palavras para si e palavras para dó
A contas com o nada que swingar o sol-e-dó
Depois a criadagem lava o pé e limpa o pó
A produtividade, ora nem mais, célulazinhas cinzentas
Sempre atentas
E levas pela tromba se não te pões a pau
Num encontrão imediato do 3º grau!
FMI Não há lenha que detenha o FMI
FMI Não há ronha que envergonhe o FMI
FMI ...
Entretém-te filho, entretém-te, não desfolhes em vão este malmequer que bem-te-quer, mal-te-quer, vem-te-quer, ovomalt'e-quer, messe gigantesca, vem-te vindo, vi-me na cozinha, vi-me na casa-de-banho, vi-me no Politeama, vi-me no Águia D'ouro, vi-me em toda a parte, vem-te filho, vem-te comer ao olho, vem-te comer à mão, olha os pombinhos pneumáticos que te orgulham por esses cartazes fora, olha a Música no Coração da Indira Gandi, olha o Muchê Dyane que te traz debaixo d'olho, o respeitinho é muito lindo e nós somos um povo de respeito, né filho? Nós somos um povo de respeitinho muito lindo, saímos à rua de cravo na mão sem dar conta de que saímos à rua de cravo na mão a horas certas, né filho? Consolida filho, consolida, enfia-te a horas certas no casarão da Gabriela que o malmequer vai-te tratando do serviço nacional de saúde. Consolida filho, consolida, que o trabalhinho é muito lindo, o teu trabalhinho é muito lindo, é o mais lindo de todos, como o astro, não é filho? O cabrão do astro entra-te pela porta das traseiras, tu tens um gozo do caraças, vais dormir entretido, não é? Pois claro, ganhar forças, ganhar forças para consolidar, para ver se a gente consegue num grande esforço nacional estabilizar esta destabilização filha-da-puta, não é filho? Pois claro! Estás aí a olhar para mim, estás a ver-me dar 33 voltinhas por minuto, pagaste o teu bilhete, pagaste o teu imposto de transação e estás a pensar lá com os teus botões: Este tipo está-me a gozar, este gajo quem é que julga que é? Né filho? Pois não é verdade que tu és um herói desde de nascente? A ti não é qualquer totobola que te enfia o barrete, meu grande safadote! Meu Fernão Mendes Pinto de merda, né filho? Onde está o teu Extremo Oriente, filho? Ah-ni-qui-bé-bé, ah-ni-qui-bó-bó, tu és 'Sepuldra' tu és Adamastor, pois claro, tu sozinho consegues enrabar as Nações Unidas com passaporte de coelho, não é filho? Mal eles sabem, pois é, tu sabes o que é gozar a vida! Entretém-te filho, entretém-te! Deixa-te de políticas que a tua política é o trabalho, trabalhinho, porreirinho da Silva, e salve-se quem puder que a vida é curta e os santos não ajudam quem anda para aqui a encher pneus com este paleio de Sanzala e ritmo de pop-xula, não é filho?
A one, a two, a one two three
FMI dida didadi dadi dadi da didi
FMI ...
Come on you son of a bitch! Come on baby a ver se me comes! Come on Luís Vaz, 'amanda'-lhe com os decassílabos que os senhores já vão ver o que é meterem-se com uma nação de poetas! E zás, enfio-te o Manuel Alegre no Mário Soares, zás, enfio-te o Ary dos Santos no Álvaro de Cunhal, zás, enfio-te o Zé Fanha no Acácio Barreiros, zás, enfio-te a Natalia Correia no Sá Carneiro, zás, enfio-te o Pedro Homem de Melo no Parque Mayer e acabamos todos numa sardinhada ao integralismo Lusitano, a estender o braço, meio Rolão Preto, meio Steve McQueen, ok boss, tudo ok, estamos numa porreira meu, um tripe fenomenal, proibido voltar atrás, viva a liberdade, né filho? Pois, o irreversível, pois claro, o irreversívelzinho, pluralismo a dar com um pau, nada será como dantes, agora todos se chateiam de outra maneira, né filho? Ora que porra, deixa lá correr uma fila ao menos, malta pá, é assim mesmo, cada um a curtir a sua, podia ser tão porreiro, não é? Preocupações, crises políticas pá? A culpa é dos partidos pá! Esta merda dos partidos é que divide a malta pá, pois pá, é só paleio pá, o pessoal na quer é trabalhar pá! Razão tem o Jaime Neves pá! (Olha deixaste cair as chaves do carro!) Pois pá! (Que é essa orelha de preto que tens no porta-chaves?) É pá, deixa-te disso, não destabilizes pá! Eh, faz favor, mais uma bica e um pastel de nata. Uma porra pá, um autentico desastre o 25 de Abril, esta confusão pá, a malta estava sossegadinha, a bica a 15 tostões, a gasosa a sete e coroa... Tá bem, essa merda da pide pá, Tarrafais e o carágo, mas no fim de contas quem é que não colaborava, ah? Quantos bufos é que não havia nesta merda deste país, ah? Quem é que não se calava, quem é que arriscava coiro e cabelo, assim mesmo, o que se chama arriscar, ah? Meia dúzia de líricos, pá, meia dúzia de líricos que acabavam todos a fugir para o estrangeiro, pá, isto é tudo a mesma carneirada! Oh sr. guarda venha cá, á, venha ver o que isto é, é, o barulho que vai aqui, i, o neto a bater na avó, ó, deu-lhe um pontapé no cu, né filho? Tu vais conversando, conversando, que ao menos agora pode-se falar, ou já não se pode? Ou já começaste a fazer a tua revisãozinha constitucional tamanho familiar, ah? Estás desiludido com as promessas de Abril, né? As conquistas de Abril! Eram só paleio a partir do momento que tas começaram a tirar e tu ficaste quietinho, né filho? E tu fizeste como o avestruz, enfiaste a cabeça na areia, não é nada comigo, não é nada comigo, né? E os da frente que se lixem... E é por isso que a tua solução é não ver, é não ouvir, é não querer ver, é não querer entender nada, precisas de paz de consciência, não andas aqui a brincar, né filho? Precisas de ter razão, precisas de atirar as culpas para cima de alguém e atiras as culpas para os da frente, para os do 25 de Abril, para os do 28 de Setembro, para os do 11 de Março, para os do 25 de Novembro, para os do... que dia é hoje, ah?
FMI Dida didadi dadi dadi da didi
FMI ...
Não há português nenhum que não se sinta culpado de qualquer coisa, não é filho? Todos temos culpas no cartório, foi isso que te ensinaram, não é verdade? Esta merda não anda porque a malta, pá, a malta não quer que esta merda ande, tenho dito. A culpa é de todos, a culpa não é de ninguém, não é isto verdade? Quer isto dizer, há culpa de todos em geral e não há culpa de ninguém em particular! Somos todos muita bons no fundo, né? Somos todos uma nação de pecadores e de vendidos, né? Somos todos, ou anti-comunistas ou anti-fascistas, estas coisas até já nem querem dizer nada, ismos para aqui, ismos para acolá, as palavras é só bolinhas de sabão, parole parole parole e o Zé é que se lixa, cá o pintas azeite mexilhão, eu quero lá saber deste paleio vou mas é ao futebol, pronto, viva o Porto, viva o Benfica, Lourosa, Lourosa, Marraças, Marraças, fora o arbitro, gatuno, bora tudo p'ro caralho, razão tinha o Tonico de Bastos para se entreter, né filho? Entretém-te filho, com as tuas viúvas e as tuas órfãs que o teu delegado sindical vai tratando da saúde aos administradores, entretém-te, que o ministro do trabalho trata da saúde aos delegados sindicais, entretém-te filho, que a oposição parlamentar trata da saúde ao ministro do trabalho, entretém-te, que o Eanes trata da saúde à oposição parlamentar, entretém-te, que o FMI trata da saúde ao Eanes, entretém-te filho e vai para a cama descansado que há milhares de gajos inteligentes a pensar em tudo neste mesmo instante, enquanto tu adormeces a não pensar em nada, milhares e milhares de tipos inteligentes e poderosos com computadores, redes de policia secreta, telefones, carros de assalto, exércitos inteiros, congressos universitários, eu sei lá! Podes estar descansado que o Teng Hsiao-Ping está a tratar de ti com o Jimmy Carter, o Brezhnev está a tratar de ti com o João Paulo II, tudo corre bem, a ver quem se vai abotoar com os 25 tostões de riqueza que tu vais produzir amanhã nas tuas oito horas. A ver quem vai ser capaz de convencer de que a culpa é tua e só tua se o teu salário perde valor todos os dias, ou de te convencer de que a culpa é só tua se o teu poder de compra é como o rio de S. Pedro de Moel que se some nas areias em plena praia, ali a 10 metros do mar em maré cheia e nunca consegue desaguar de maneira que se possa dizer: porra, finalmente o rio desaguou! Hão te convencer de que a culpa é tua e tu sem culpa nenhuma, tens tu a ver, tens tu a ver com isso, não é filho? Cada um que se vá safando como puder, é mesmo assim, não é? Tu fazes como os outros, fazes o que tens a fazer, votas à esquerda moderada nas sindicais, votas no centro moderado nas deputais, e votas na direita moderada nas presidenciais! Que mais querem eles, que lhe ofereças a Europa no natal?! Era o que faltava! É assim mesmo, julgam que te levam de mercedes, ora toma, para safado, safado e meio, né filho? Nem para a frente nem para trás e eles que tratem do resto, os gatunos, que são pagos para isso, né? Claro! Que se lixem as alternativas, para trabalho já me chega. Entretém-te meu anjinho, entretém-te, que eles são inteligentes, eles ajudam, eles emprestam, eles decidem por ti, decidem tudo por ti, se hás-de construir barcos para a Polónia ou cabeças de alfinete para a Suécia, se hás-de plantar tomate para o Canada ou eucaliptos para o Japão, descansa que eles tratam disso, se hás-de comer bacalhau só nos anos bissextos ou hás-de beber vinho sintético de Alguidares-de-Baixo! Descansa, não penses em mais nada, que até neste país de pelintras se acho normal haver mãos desempregadas e se acha inevitável haver terras por cultivar! Descontrai baby, come on descontrai, arrefinfa-lhe o Bruce Lee, arrefinfa-lhe a macrobiótica, o biorritmo, o euroscó
io, dois ou três ofeneologistas, um gigante da ilha de Páscoa e uma Grace do Mónaco de vez em quando para dar as boas festas às criancinhas! Piramiza filho, piramiza, antes que os chatos fujam todos para o Egipto, que assim é que tu te fazes um homenzinho e até já pagas multa se não fores ao recenseamento. Pois pá, isto é um país de analfabetos, pá! Dá-lhe no Travolta, dá-lhe no disco-sound, dá-lhe no pop-xula, pop-xula pop-xula, iehh iehh, J. Pimenta forever! Quanto menos souberes a quantas andas melhor para ti, não te chega para o bife? Antes no talho do que na farmácia; não te chega para a farmácia? Antes na farmácia do que no tribunal; não te chega para o tribunal? Antes a multa do que a morte; não te chega para o cangalheiro? Antes para a cova do que para não sei quem que há-de vir, cabrões de vindouros, ah? Sempre a merda do futuro, a merda do futuro, e eu ah? Que é que eu ando aqui a fazer? Digam lá, e eu? José Mário Branco, 37 anos, isto é que é uma porra, anda aqui um gajo cheio de boas intenções, a pregar aos peixinhos, a arriscar o pêlo, e depois? É só porrada e mal viver é? O menino é mal criado, o menino é 'equeno burguês', o menino pertence a uma classe sem futuro histórico... Eu sou parvo ou quê? Quero ser feliz porra, quero ser feliz agora, que se foda o futuro, que se foda o progresso, mais vale só do que mal acompanhado, vá mandem-me lavar as mãos antes de ir para a mesa, filhos da puta de progressistas do caralho da revolução que vos foda a todos! Deixem-me em paz porra, deixem-me em paz e sossego, não me emprenhem mais pelos ouvidos caralho, não há paciência, não há paciência, deixem-me em paz caralho, saiam daqui, deixem-me sozinho, só um minuto, vão vender jornais e governos e greves e sindicatos e policias e generais para o raio que vos parta! Deixem-me sozinho, filhos da puta, deixem só um bocadinho, deixem-me só para sempre, tratem da vossa vida que eu trato da minha, pronto, já chega, sossego porra, silêncio porra, deixem-me só, deixem-me só, deixem-me só, deixem-me morrer descansado. Eu quero lá saber do Artur Agostinho e do Humberto Delgado, eu quero lá saber do Benfica e do bispo do Porto, eu quero se lixe o 13 de Maio e o 5 de Outubro e o Melo Antunes e a rainha de Inglaterra e o Santiago Carrilho e a Vera Lagoa, deixem-me só porra, rua, larguem-me, zórpila o fígado, arreda, 'terneio' Satanás, filhos da puta. Eu quero morrer sozinho ouviram? Eu quero morrer, eu quero que se foda o FMI, eu quero lá saber do FMI, eu quero que o FMI se foda, eu quero lá saber que o FMI me foda a mim, eu vou mas é votar no Pinheiro de Azevedo se eu tornar a ir para o hospital, pronto, bardamerda o FMI, o FMI é só um pretexto vosso seus cabrões, o FMI não existe, o FMI nunca aterrou na Portela coisa nenhuma, o FMI é uma finta vossa para virem para aqui com esse paleio, rua, desandem daqui para fora, a culpa é vossa, a culpa é vossa, a culpa é vossa, a culpa é vossa, a culpa é vossa, a culpa é vossa, oh mãe, oh mãe, oh mãe, oh mãe, oh mãe, oh mãe, oh mãe...!!
Mãe, eu quero ficar sozinho... Mãe, não quero pensar mais... Mãe, eu quero morrer mãe.
Eu quero desnascer, ir-me embora, sem ter que me ir embora. Mãe, por favor, tudo menos a casa em vez de mim, outro maldito que não sou senão este tempo que decorre entre fugir de me encontrar e de me encontrar fugindo, de quê mãe? Diz, são coisas que se me perguntem? Não pode haver razão para tanto sofrimento. E se inventássemos o mar de volta, e se inventássemos partir, para regressar. Partir e aí nessa viajem ressuscitar da morte às arrecuas que me deste. Partida para ganhar, partida de acordar, abrir os olhos, numa ânsia colectiva de tudo fecundar, terra, mar, mãe... Lembrar como o mar nos ensinava a sonhar alto, lembrar nota a nota o canto das sereias, lembrar o depois do adeus, e o frágil e ingénuo cravo da Rua do Arsenal, lembrar cada lágrima, cada abraço, cada morte, cada traição, partir aqui com a ciência toda do passado, partir, aqui, para ficar...
Assim mesmo, como entrevi um dia, a chorar de alegria, de esperança precoce e intranquila, o azul dos operários da Lisnave a desfilar, gritando ódio apenas ao vazio, exército de amor e capacetes, assim mesmo na Praça de Londres o soldado lhes falou: Olá camaradas, somos trabalhadores, eles não conseguiram fazer-nos esquecer, aqui está a minha arma para vos servir. Assim mesmo, por detrás das colinas onde o verde está à espera se levantam antiquíssimos rumores, as festas e os suores, os bombos de lava-colhos, assim mesmo senti um dia, a chorar de alegria, de esperança precoce e intranquila, o bater inexorável dos corações produtores, os tambores. De quem é o carvalhal? É nosso! Assim te quero cantar, mar antigo a que regresso. Neste cais está arrimado o barco sonho em que voltei. Neste cais eu encontrei a margem do outro lado, Grandola Vila Morena. Diz lá, valeu a pena a travessia? Valeu pois.
Pela vaga de fundo se sumiu o futuro histórico da minha classe, no fundo deste mar, encontrareis tesouros recuperados, de mim que estou a chegar do lado de lá para ir convosco. Tesouros infindáveis que vos trago de longe e que são vossos, o meu canto e a palavra, o meu sonho é a luz que vem do fim do mundo, dos vossos antepassados que ainda não nasceram. A minha arte é estar aqui convosco e ser-vos alimento e companhia na viagem para estar aqui de vez. Sou português, pequeno burguês de origem, filho de professores primários, artista de variedades, compositor popular, aprendiz de feiticeiro, faltam-me dentes. Sou o Zé Mário Branco, 37 anos, do Porto, muito mais vivo que morto, contai com isto de mim para cantar e para o resto.
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José Mário Branco
Vou, vou-vos mostrar mais um pedaço da minha vida, um pedaço um pouco especial, trata-se de um texto que foi escrito, assim, de um só jorro, numa noite de Fevereiro de 79, e que talvez tenha um ou outro pormenor que já não é muito actual. Eu vou-vos dar o texto tal e qual como eu o escrevi nessa altura, sem ter modificado nada, por isso vos peço que não se deixem distrair por esses pormenores que possam ser já não muito actuais e que isso não contribua para desviar a vossa atenção do que me parece ser o essencial neste texto.
Chama-se FMI.
Quer dizer: Fundo Monetário Internacional.
Não sei porque é que se riem, é uma organização democrática dos países todos, que se reúnem, como as pessoas, em torno de uma mesa para discutir os seus assuntos, e no fim tomar as decisões que interessam a todos...
É o internacionalismo monetário!
FMI
Cachucho não é coisa que me traga a mim
Mais novidade do que lagostim
Nariz que reconhece o cheiro do pilim
Distingue bem o Mortimore do Meirim
A produtividade, ora aí está, quer dizer
Há tanto nesta terra que ainda está por fazer
Entrar por aí a dentro, analisar, e então
Do meu 'attachi-case' sai a solução!
FMI Não há graça que não faça o FMI
FMI O bombástico de plástico para si
FMI Não há força que retorça o FMI
Discreto e ordenado mas nem por isso fraco
Eis a imagem 'on the rocks' do cancro do tabaco
Enfio uma gravata em cada fato-macaco
E meto o pessoal todo no mesmo saco
A produtividade, ora aí está, quer dizer
Não ando aqui a brincar, não há tempo a perder
Batendo o pé na casa, espanador na mão
É só desinfectar em superprodução!
FMI Não há truque que não lucre ao FMI
FMI O heróico paranóico 'hara-quiri'
FMI Panegírico, pro-lírico daqui
Palavras, palavras, palavras e não só
Palavras para si e palavras para dó
A contas com o nada que swingar o sol-e-dó
Depois a criadagem lava o pé e limpa o pó
A produtividade, ora nem mais, célulazinhas cinzentas
Sempre atentas
E levas pela tromba se não te pões a pau
Num encontrão imediato do 3º grau!
FMI Não há lenha que detenha o FMI
FMI Não há ronha que envergonhe o FMI
FMI ...
Entretém-te filho, entretém-te, não desfolhes em vão este malmequer que bem-te-quer, mal-te-quer, vem-te-quer, ovomalt'e-quer, messe gigantesca, vem-te vindo, vi-me na cozinha, vi-me na casa-de-banho, vi-me no Politeama, vi-me no Águia D'ouro, vi-me em toda a parte, vem-te filho, vem-te comer ao olho, vem-te comer à mão, olha os pombinhos pneumáticos que te orgulham por esses cartazes fora, olha a Música no Coração da Indira Gandi, olha o Muchê Dyane que te traz debaixo d'olho, o respeitinho é muito lindo e nós somos um povo de respeito, né filho? Nós somos um povo de respeitinho muito lindo, saímos à rua de cravo na mão sem dar conta de que saímos à rua de cravo na mão a horas certas, né filho? Consolida filho, consolida, enfia-te a horas certas no casarão da Gabriela que o malmequer vai-te tratando do serviço nacional de saúde. Consolida filho, consolida, que o trabalhinho é muito lindo, o teu trabalhinho é muito lindo, é o mais lindo de todos, como o astro, não é filho? O cabrão do astro entra-te pela porta das traseiras, tu tens um gozo do caraças, vais dormir entretido, não é? Pois claro, ganhar forças, ganhar forças para consolidar, para ver se a gente consegue num grande esforço nacional estabilizar esta destabilização filha-da-puta, não é filho? Pois claro! Estás aí a olhar para mim, estás a ver-me dar 33 voltinhas por minuto, pagaste o teu bilhete, pagaste o teu imposto de transação e estás a pensar lá com os teus botões: Este tipo está-me a gozar, este gajo quem é que julga que é? Né filho? Pois não é verdade que tu és um herói desde de nascente? A ti não é qualquer totobola que te enfia o barrete, meu grande safadote! Meu Fernão Mendes Pinto de merda, né filho? Onde está o teu Extremo Oriente, filho? Ah-ni-qui-bé-bé, ah-ni-qui-bó-bó, tu és 'Sepuldra' tu és Adamastor, pois claro, tu sozinho consegues enrabar as Nações Unidas com passaporte de coelho, não é filho? Mal eles sabem, pois é, tu sabes o que é gozar a vida! Entretém-te filho, entretém-te! Deixa-te de políticas que a tua política é o trabalho, trabalhinho, porreirinho da Silva, e salve-se quem puder que a vida é curta e os santos não ajudam quem anda para aqui a encher pneus com este paleio de Sanzala e ritmo de pop-xula, não é filho?
A one, a two, a one two three
FMI dida didadi dadi dadi da didi
FMI ...
Come on you son of a bitch! Come on baby a ver se me comes! Come on Luís Vaz, 'amanda'-lhe com os decassílabos que os senhores já vão ver o que é meterem-se com uma nação de poetas! E zás, enfio-te o Manuel Alegre no Mário Soares, zás, enfio-te o Ary dos Santos no Álvaro de Cunhal, zás, enfio-te o Zé Fanha no Acácio Barreiros, zás, enfio-te a Natalia Correia no Sá Carneiro, zás, enfio-te o Pedro Homem de Melo no Parque Mayer e acabamos todos numa sardinhada ao integralismo Lusitano, a estender o braço, meio Rolão Preto, meio Steve McQueen, ok boss, tudo ok, estamos numa porreira meu, um tripe fenomenal, proibido voltar atrás, viva a liberdade, né filho? Pois, o irreversível, pois claro, o irreversívelzinho, pluralismo a dar com um pau, nada será como dantes, agora todos se chateiam de outra maneira, né filho? Ora que porra, deixa lá correr uma fila ao menos, malta pá, é assim mesmo, cada um a curtir a sua, podia ser tão porreiro, não é? Preocupações, crises políticas pá? A culpa é dos partidos pá! Esta merda dos partidos é que divide a malta pá, pois pá, é só paleio pá, o pessoal na quer é trabalhar pá! Razão tem o Jaime Neves pá! (Olha deixaste cair as chaves do carro!) Pois pá! (Que é essa orelha de preto que tens no porta-chaves?) É pá, deixa-te disso, não destabilizes pá! Eh, faz favor, mais uma bica e um pastel de nata. Uma porra pá, um autentico desastre o 25 de Abril, esta confusão pá, a malta estava sossegadinha, a bica a 15 tostões, a gasosa a sete e coroa... Tá bem, essa merda da pide pá, Tarrafais e o carágo, mas no fim de contas quem é que não colaborava, ah? Quantos bufos é que não havia nesta merda deste país, ah? Quem é que não se calava, quem é que arriscava coiro e cabelo, assim mesmo, o que se chama arriscar, ah? Meia dúzia de líricos, pá, meia dúzia de líricos que acabavam todos a fugir para o estrangeiro, pá, isto é tudo a mesma carneirada! Oh sr. guarda venha cá, á, venha ver o que isto é, é, o barulho que vai aqui, i, o neto a bater na avó, ó, deu-lhe um pontapé no cu, né filho? Tu vais conversando, conversando, que ao menos agora pode-se falar, ou já não se pode? Ou já começaste a fazer a tua revisãozinha constitucional tamanho familiar, ah? Estás desiludido com as promessas de Abril, né? As conquistas de Abril! Eram só paleio a partir do momento que tas começaram a tirar e tu ficaste quietinho, né filho? E tu fizeste como o avestruz, enfiaste a cabeça na areia, não é nada comigo, não é nada comigo, né? E os da frente que se lixem... E é por isso que a tua solução é não ver, é não ouvir, é não querer ver, é não querer entender nada, precisas de paz de consciência, não andas aqui a brincar, né filho? Precisas de ter razão, precisas de atirar as culpas para cima de alguém e atiras as culpas para os da frente, para os do 25 de Abril, para os do 28 de Setembro, para os do 11 de Março, para os do 25 de Novembro, para os do... que dia é hoje, ah?
FMI Dida didadi dadi dadi da didi
FMI ...
Não há português nenhum que não se sinta culpado de qualquer coisa, não é filho? Todos temos culpas no cartório, foi isso que te ensinaram, não é verdade? Esta merda não anda porque a malta, pá, a malta não quer que esta merda ande, tenho dito. A culpa é de todos, a culpa não é de ninguém, não é isto verdade? Quer isto dizer, há culpa de todos em geral e não há culpa de ninguém em particular! Somos todos muita bons no fundo, né? Somos todos uma nação de pecadores e de vendidos, né? Somos todos, ou anti-comunistas ou anti-fascistas, estas coisas até já nem querem dizer nada, ismos para aqui, ismos para acolá, as palavras é só bolinhas de sabão, parole parole parole e o Zé é que se lixa, cá o pintas azeite mexilhão, eu quero lá saber deste paleio vou mas é ao futebol, pronto, viva o Porto, viva o Benfica, Lourosa, Lourosa, Marraças, Marraças, fora o arbitro, gatuno, bora tudo p'ro caralho, razão tinha o Tonico de Bastos para se entreter, né filho? Entretém-te filho, com as tuas viúvas e as tuas órfãs que o teu delegado sindical vai tratando da saúde aos administradores, entretém-te, que o ministro do trabalho trata da saúde aos delegados sindicais, entretém-te filho, que a oposição parlamentar trata da saúde ao ministro do trabalho, entretém-te, que o Eanes trata da saúde à oposição parlamentar, entretém-te, que o FMI trata da saúde ao Eanes, entretém-te filho e vai para a cama descansado que há milhares de gajos inteligentes a pensar em tudo neste mesmo instante, enquanto tu adormeces a não pensar em nada, milhares e milhares de tipos inteligentes e poderosos com computadores, redes de policia secreta, telefones, carros de assalto, exércitos inteiros, congressos universitários, eu sei lá! Podes estar descansado que o Teng Hsiao-Ping está a tratar de ti com o Jimmy Carter, o Brezhnev está a tratar de ti com o João Paulo II, tudo corre bem, a ver quem se vai abotoar com os 25 tostões de riqueza que tu vais produzir amanhã nas tuas oito horas. A ver quem vai ser capaz de convencer de que a culpa é tua e só tua se o teu salário perde valor todos os dias, ou de te convencer de que a culpa é só tua se o teu poder de compra é como o rio de S. Pedro de Moel que se some nas areias em plena praia, ali a 10 metros do mar em maré cheia e nunca consegue desaguar de maneira que se possa dizer: porra, finalmente o rio desaguou! Hão te convencer de que a culpa é tua e tu sem culpa nenhuma, tens tu a ver, tens tu a ver com isso, não é filho? Cada um que se vá safando como puder, é mesmo assim, não é? Tu fazes como os outros, fazes o que tens a fazer, votas à esquerda moderada nas sindicais, votas no centro moderado nas deputais, e votas na direita moderada nas presidenciais! Que mais querem eles, que lhe ofereças a Europa no natal?! Era o que faltava! É assim mesmo, julgam que te levam de mercedes, ora toma, para safado, safado e meio, né filho? Nem para a frente nem para trás e eles que tratem do resto, os gatunos, que são pagos para isso, né? Claro! Que se lixem as alternativas, para trabalho já me chega. Entretém-te meu anjinho, entretém-te, que eles são inteligentes, eles ajudam, eles emprestam, eles decidem por ti, decidem tudo por ti, se hás-de construir barcos para a Polónia ou cabeças de alfinete para a Suécia, se hás-de plantar tomate para o Canada ou eucaliptos para o Japão, descansa que eles tratam disso, se hás-de comer bacalhau só nos anos bissextos ou hás-de beber vinho sintético de Alguidares-de-Baixo! Descansa, não penses em mais nada, que até neste país de pelintras se acho normal haver mãos desempregadas e se acha inevitável haver terras por cultivar! Descontrai baby, come on descontrai, arrefinfa-lhe o Bruce Lee, arrefinfa-lhe a macrobiótica, o biorritmo, o euroscó
io, dois ou três ofeneologistas, um gigante da ilha de Páscoa e uma Grace do Mónaco de vez em quando para dar as boas festas às criancinhas! Piramiza filho, piramiza, antes que os chatos fujam todos para o Egipto, que assim é que tu te fazes um homenzinho e até já pagas multa se não fores ao recenseamento. Pois pá, isto é um país de analfabetos, pá! Dá-lhe no Travolta, dá-lhe no disco-sound, dá-lhe no pop-xula, pop-xula pop-xula, iehh iehh, J. Pimenta forever! Quanto menos souberes a quantas andas melhor para ti, não te chega para o bife? Antes no talho do que na farmácia; não te chega para a farmácia? Antes na farmácia do que no tribunal; não te chega para o tribunal? Antes a multa do que a morte; não te chega para o cangalheiro? Antes para a cova do que para não sei quem que há-de vir, cabrões de vindouros, ah? Sempre a merda do futuro, a merda do futuro, e eu ah? Que é que eu ando aqui a fazer? Digam lá, e eu? José Mário Branco, 37 anos, isto é que é uma porra, anda aqui um gajo cheio de boas intenções, a pregar aos peixinhos, a arriscar o pêlo, e depois? É só porrada e mal viver é? O menino é mal criado, o menino é 'equeno burguês', o menino pertence a uma classe sem futuro histórico... Eu sou parvo ou quê? Quero ser feliz porra, quero ser feliz agora, que se foda o futuro, que se foda o progresso, mais vale só do que mal acompanhado, vá mandem-me lavar as mãos antes de ir para a mesa, filhos da puta de progressistas do caralho da revolução que vos foda a todos! Deixem-me em paz porra, deixem-me em paz e sossego, não me emprenhem mais pelos ouvidos caralho, não há paciência, não há paciência, deixem-me em paz caralho, saiam daqui, deixem-me sozinho, só um minuto, vão vender jornais e governos e greves e sindicatos e policias e generais para o raio que vos parta! Deixem-me sozinho, filhos da puta, deixem só um bocadinho, deixem-me só para sempre, tratem da vossa vida que eu trato da minha, pronto, já chega, sossego porra, silêncio porra, deixem-me só, deixem-me só, deixem-me só, deixem-me morrer descansado. Eu quero lá saber do Artur Agostinho e do Humberto Delgado, eu quero lá saber do Benfica e do bispo do Porto, eu quero se lixe o 13 de Maio e o 5 de Outubro e o Melo Antunes e a rainha de Inglaterra e o Santiago Carrilho e a Vera Lagoa, deixem-me só porra, rua, larguem-me, zórpila o fígado, arreda, 'terneio' Satanás, filhos da puta. Eu quero morrer sozinho ouviram? Eu quero morrer, eu quero que se foda o FMI, eu quero lá saber do FMI, eu quero que o FMI se foda, eu quero lá saber que o FMI me foda a mim, eu vou mas é votar no Pinheiro de Azevedo se eu tornar a ir para o hospital, pronto, bardamerda o FMI, o FMI é só um pretexto vosso seus cabrões, o FMI não existe, o FMI nunca aterrou na Portela coisa nenhuma, o FMI é uma finta vossa para virem para aqui com esse paleio, rua, desandem daqui para fora, a culpa é vossa, a culpa é vossa, a culpa é vossa, a culpa é vossa, a culpa é vossa, a culpa é vossa, oh mãe, oh mãe, oh mãe, oh mãe, oh mãe, oh mãe, oh mãe...!!Mãe, eu quero ficar sozinho... Mãe, não quero pensar mais... Mãe, eu quero morrer mãe.
Eu quero desnascer, ir-me embora, sem ter que me ir embora. Mãe, por favor, tudo menos a casa em vez de mim, outro maldito que não sou senão este tempo que decorre entre fugir de me encontrar e de me encontrar fugindo, de quê mãe? Diz, são coisas que se me perguntem? Não pode haver razão para tanto sofrimento. E se inventássemos o mar de volta, e se inventássemos partir, para regressar. Partir e aí nessa viajem ressuscitar da morte às arrecuas que me deste. Partida para ganhar, partida de acordar, abrir os olhos, numa ânsia colectiva de tudo fecundar, terra, mar, mãe... Lembrar como o mar nos ensinava a sonhar alto, lembrar nota a nota o canto das sereias, lembrar o depois do adeus, e o frágil e ingénuo cravo da Rua do Arsenal, lembrar cada lágrima, cada abraço, cada morte, cada traição, partir aqui com a ciência toda do passado, partir, aqui, para ficar...
Assim mesmo, como entrevi um dia, a chorar de alegria, de esperança precoce e intranquila, o azul dos operários da Lisnave a desfilar, gritando ódio apenas ao vazio, exército de amor e capacetes, assim mesmo na Praça de Londres o soldado lhes falou: Olá camaradas, somos trabalhadores, eles não conseguiram fazer-nos esquecer, aqui está a minha arma para vos servir. Assim mesmo, por detrás das colinas onde o verde está à espera se levantam antiquíssimos rumores, as festas e os suores, os bombos de lava-colhos, assim mesmo senti um dia, a chorar de alegria, de esperança precoce e intranquila, o bater inexorável dos corações produtores, os tambores. De quem é o carvalhal? É nosso! Assim te quero cantar, mar antigo a que regresso. Neste cais está arrimado o barco sonho em que voltei. Neste cais eu encontrei a margem do outro lado, Grandola Vila Morena. Diz lá, valeu a pena a travessia? Valeu pois.
Pela vaga de fundo se sumiu o futuro histórico da minha classe, no fundo deste mar, encontrareis tesouros recuperados, de mim que estou a chegar do lado de lá para ir convosco. Tesouros infindáveis que vos trago de longe e que são vossos, o meu canto e a palavra, o meu sonho é a luz que vem do fim do mundo, dos vossos antepassados que ainda não nasceram. A minha arte é estar aqui convosco e ser-vos alimento e companhia na viagem para estar aqui de vez. Sou português, pequeno burguês de origem, filho de professores primários, artista de variedades, compositor popular, aprendiz de feiticeiro, faltam-me dentes. Sou o Zé Mário Branco, 37 anos, do Porto, muito mais vivo que morto, contai com isto de mim para cantar e para o resto.
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José Mário Branco
Screaming From The Heavens
17-09-2007
After all
The way you wanna live like this
And all along the way
It was meaningless
Nevermore
Will I gain the same
The hiding of your shadow
The feeling is fading
Faster...
Forever, forever after
The burning sensation
The turning temptation
Screaming
Screaming from the heavens
Would sweep the global
Disease, I'm hopeful
Fire
Bleeding desire
The burning sensation
The turning temptation
Faster
Forever, forever after
The burning sensation
The turning temptation
Screaming from the heavens
and down upon thee
In tears of sadness
(The shadow makes me forever dream)
No...
After all
The way you wanna live like this
And all along the way
It was meaningless
Nevermore
Will I gain the same
The hiding of your shadow
The feeling still fading
Faster
Forever, forever after
The burning sensation
The turning temptation
Screaming
Forever, forever dreaming
Of the heaven
The bloodred heaven...
Mercenary
After all
The way you wanna live like this
And all along the way
It was meaningless
Nevermore
Will I gain the same
The hiding of your shadow
The feeling is fading
Faster...
Forever, forever after
The burning sensation
The turning temptation
Screaming
Screaming from the heavens
Would sweep the global
Disease, I'm hopeful
Fire
Bleeding desire
The burning sensation
The turning temptation
Faster
Forever, forever after
The burning sensation
The turning temptation
Screaming from the heavens
and down upon thee
In tears of sadness
(The shadow makes me forever dream)
No...
After all
The way you wanna live like this
And all along the way
It was meaningless
Nevermore
Will I gain the same
The hiding of your shadow
The feeling still fading
Faster
Forever, forever after
The burning sensation
The turning temptation
Screaming
Forever, forever dreaming
Of the heaven
The bloodred heaven...
Mercenary
Tuna
16-09-2007
"WAITRESS: Yeah, can I take your order?
GEORGE: (Gesturing to Jerry) Check the raiser.
JERRY: My bet? All right.. I'll open with a tuna sandwich.
ELAINE: Tuna?
JERRY: Oh, the dolphin thing?
ELAINE: They're dying in the nets.
JERRY: Ooohhh.. You know, the whole concept of lunch is based on tuna.
ELAINE: Jerry, can't you incorporate one unselfish act in your daily routine?
JERRY: Hey, when I'm driving, I let people in ahead of me all the time. I'm always waving everybody in. "Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead." ..Alright.. alright. I'll have a chicken salad.
ELAINE: And I'm going to have an English muffin with margarine on the side and a cup of coffee.
WAITRESS: Okay. (To George) What about you?
GEORGE: I'll have the tuna."
Seinfeld
"WAITRESS: Yeah, can I take your order?
GEORGE: (Gesturing to Jerry) Check the raiser.
JERRY: My bet? All right.. I'll open with a tuna sandwich.
ELAINE: Tuna?
JERRY: Oh, the dolphin thing?
ELAINE: They're dying in the nets.
JERRY: Ooohhh.. You know, the whole concept of lunch is based on tuna.
ELAINE: Jerry, can't you incorporate one unselfish act in your daily routine?
JERRY: Hey, when I'm driving, I let people in ahead of me all the time. I'm always waving everybody in. "Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead." ..Alright.. alright. I'll have a chicken salad.
ELAINE: And I'm going to have an English muffin with margarine on the side and a cup of coffee.
WAITRESS: Okay. (To George) What about you?
GEORGE: I'll have the tuna."
Seinfeld
Agree
15-09-2007
"If men would consider not so much wherein they differ, as wherein they agree, there would be far less of uncharitableness and angry feeling."
Joseph Addison
English essayist, poet, & politician (1672 - 1719)
"If men would consider not so much wherein they differ, as wherein they agree, there would be far less of uncharitableness and angry feeling."
Joseph Addison
English essayist, poet, & politician (1672 - 1719)
Nothing's The Same
14-09-2007
Lost again and all alone
Lost again for I should have known
So many storms, so many times I've died
Another goodbye
Crash and burn, refuse to learn
Your only friend inside the scars that never mend
This trip inside the dark
The neverending rain
Kill the past, nothings the same
All the faces that I once knew now are all gone
Days turn into years, rolling on
So many storms, so many times I've died
Another goodbye
Crash and burn, refuse to learn
Your only friend inside the scars that never mend
This trip inside the dark
The neverending rain
Kill the past, nothings the same
Crash and burn, refuse to learn
Your only friend inside the scars that never mend
This trip inside the dark
The neverending rain
Kill the past, nothings the same
Black Label Society
Lost again and all alone
Lost again for I should have known
So many storms, so many times I've died
Another goodbye
Crash and burn, refuse to learn
Your only friend inside the scars that never mend
This trip inside the dark
The neverending rain
Kill the past, nothings the same
All the faces that I once knew now are all gone
Days turn into years, rolling on
So many storms, so many times I've died
Another goodbye
Crash and burn, refuse to learn
Your only friend inside the scars that never mend
This trip inside the dark
The neverending rain
Kill the past, nothings the same
Crash and burn, refuse to learn
Your only friend inside the scars that never mend
This trip inside the dark
The neverending rain
Kill the past, nothings the same
Black Label Society
Super Humor
13-09-2007
"JERRY: I think Superman probably has a very good sense of humor.
GEORGE: I never heard him say anything really funny.
JERRY: But it's common sense. He's got super strength, super speed.. I'm sure he's got super humor.
GEORGE: You would think that, but either you're born with a sense of humor, or you're not. It's not going to change even if you go from the red sun of Krypton all the way to the yellow sun of the Earth.
JERRY: Why? Why would that one area of his mind not be affected by the yellow sun of Earth?
GEORGE: I don't know but he ain't funny."
Seinfeld
"JERRY: I think Superman probably has a very good sense of humor.
GEORGE: I never heard him say anything really funny.
JERRY: But it's common sense. He's got super strength, super speed.. I'm sure he's got super humor.
GEORGE: You would think that, but either you're born with a sense of humor, or you're not. It's not going to change even if you go from the red sun of Krypton all the way to the yellow sun of the Earth.
JERRY: Why? Why would that one area of his mind not be affected by the yellow sun of Earth?
GEORGE: I don't know but he ain't funny."
Seinfeld
New Lesson
12-09-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"Everyday is a new lesson. And it's no use to look ahead because all the exams come in surprise"
The Wise Man said to me:
"Everyday is a new lesson. And it's no use to look ahead because all the exams come in surprise"
Morte Lenta
11-09-2007
Só o teu corpo é que me tenta
Mas adormeço se me deito com a morte lenta !
Eu não quero morrer devagar!
Eu não quero morrer devagar!
Xutos e Pontapés
Só o teu corpo é que me tenta
Mas adormeço se me deito com a morte lenta !
Eu não quero morrer devagar!
Eu não quero morrer devagar!
Xutos e Pontapés
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The Check
10-09-2007
Went out to dinner the other night. Check came at the end of the meal, as it always does. Never liked the check at the end of the meal system, because money's a very different thing before and after you eat. Before you eat money has no value. And you don't care about money when you're hungry, you sit down at a restaurant. You're like the ruler of an empire. "More drinks, appetizers, quickly, quickly! It will be the greatest meal of our lives." Then after the meal, you know, you've got the pants open, you've got the napkins destroyed, cigarette butt in the mashed potatoes - then the check comes at that moment. People are always upset, you know. They're mystified by the check. "What is this? How could this be?" They start passing it around the table, "Does this look right to you? We're not hungry now. Why are we buying all this food?!"
Seinfeld
Went out to dinner the other night. Check came at the end of the meal, as it always does. Never liked the check at the end of the meal system, because money's a very different thing before and after you eat. Before you eat money has no value. And you don't care about money when you're hungry, you sit down at a restaurant. You're like the ruler of an empire. "More drinks, appetizers, quickly, quickly! It will be the greatest meal of our lives." Then after the meal, you know, you've got the pants open, you've got the napkins destroyed, cigarette butt in the mashed potatoes - then the check comes at that moment. People are always upset, you know. They're mystified by the check. "What is this? How could this be?" They start passing it around the table, "Does this look right to you? We're not hungry now. Why are we buying all this food?!"
Seinfeld
Burning Bridges
09-09-2007
"He who demands mercy and shows none burns the bridges over which he himself must later pass."
Thomas Adams
"He who demands mercy and shows none burns the bridges over which he himself must later pass."
Thomas Adams
Hello
08-09-2007
hello, hello, hello
hello darkness
hello pain
welcome back my friends
so good to see you again
why did you leave me
all by myself?
without you what would I do?
how would it feel to have to be real?
sometimes I feel like I'm living in a coma
but then I realize
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
hello, hello
hello darkness
pain, memories, shame
all the time wasted
self pity and blame
there you'll go now you know
been so long down below yeah
and sometimes I'd like to start all over
but then I realize
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
hello, hello
hello memories return
bridges I've burned
the lessons I've taught weren't the lessons I learned
and somehow I got this far
but I don't, I don't, I don't know how man
and sometimes I don't even want to be alive
but then I realize
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
Rollins Band
hello, hello, hello
hello darkness
hello pain
welcome back my friends
so good to see you again
why did you leave me
all by myself?
without you what would I do?
how would it feel to have to be real?
sometimes I feel like I'm living in a coma
but then I realize
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
hello, hello
hello darkness
pain, memories, shame
all the time wasted
self pity and blame
there you'll go now you know
been so long down below yeah
and sometimes I'd like to start all over
but then I realize
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
hello, hello
hello memories return
bridges I've burned
the lessons I've taught weren't the lessons I learned
and somehow I got this far
but I don't, I don't, I don't know how man
and sometimes I don't even want to be alive
but then I realize
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
I'm just lonely
Rollins Band
Out Of Time
07-09-2007
"You know, I really.. I've come to the conclusion that there are certain friends in your life that they're just always your friends and you have to accept it. You see them, you don't really want to see them. You don't call them. They call you. You don't call back. They call again. The only way to get through talking with people that you don't really have anything in common with is to pretend you're hosting your own little talk show. This is what I do. You pretend there's a little desk around you. The only problem with this is there's no way you can say, "Hey, it's been great having you on the show. Were out of time."
Seinfeld
"You know, I really.. I've come to the conclusion that there are certain friends in your life that they're just always your friends and you have to accept it. You see them, you don't really want to see them. You don't call them. They call you. You don't call back. They call again. The only way to get through talking with people that you don't really have anything in common with is to pretend you're hosting your own little talk show. This is what I do. You pretend there's a little desk around you. The only problem with this is there's no way you can say, "Hey, it's been great having you on the show. Were out of time."
Seinfeld
General Public
06-09-2007
"You can never underestimate the stupidity of the general public."
Scott Adams, The Dilbert Future US cartoonist (1957 - )
"You can never underestimate the stupidity of the general public."
Scott Adams, The Dilbert Future US cartoonist (1957 - )
Laugh, I Nearly Died
05-09-2007
I've been travelling but I don't know where
I've been missing you but you just don't care
And I've been wandering, I've seen Greece and Rome
Lost in the wilderness, so far from home
Yeah, yeah
I've been to Africa, looking for my soul
And I feel like an actor looking for a role
I've been in Arabia, I've seen a million stars
Been sipping champagne on the boulevards - yes
I'm so sick and tired
Trying to turn the tide, yeah
So I'll say my goodbye
Laugh, laugh
I nearly died
I've been down to India, but it froze my bones
I'm living for the city, but I'm all alone
I've been travelling, but I don't know where
I've been wandering, but I just don't care
I hate to be denied
How you hurt my pride
I feel pushed aside
But laugh, laugh, laugh
I nearly died
Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who's going to be my guide
Living in a fantasy but it's way too far
But this kind of loneliness is way too hard
I've been wandering, feeling all alone
I lost my direction and I lost my home...Well
I'm so sick and tired
Now I'm on the side
Feeling so despised
When you laugh, laugh
I almost died
(Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who's going to be my guide)
I hurt my pride, hurt my pride, hurt my pride (Been travelling far and wide)
Been travelling, yeah
(Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who's going to be my guide)
(Been travelling far and wide)
Rolling Stones
I've been travelling but I don't know where
I've been missing you but you just don't care
And I've been wandering, I've seen Greece and Rome
Lost in the wilderness, so far from home
Yeah, yeah
I've been to Africa, looking for my soul
And I feel like an actor looking for a role
I've been in Arabia, I've seen a million stars
Been sipping champagne on the boulevards - yes
I'm so sick and tired
Trying to turn the tide, yeah
So I'll say my goodbye
Laugh, laugh
I nearly died
I've been down to India, but it froze my bones
I'm living for the city, but I'm all alone
I've been travelling, but I don't know where
I've been wandering, but I just don't care
I hate to be denied
How you hurt my pride
I feel pushed aside
But laugh, laugh, laugh
I nearly died
Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who's going to be my guide
Living in a fantasy but it's way too far
But this kind of loneliness is way too hard
I've been wandering, feeling all alone
I lost my direction and I lost my home...Well
I'm so sick and tired
Now I'm on the side
Feeling so despised
When you laugh, laugh
I almost died
(Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who's going to be my guide)
I hurt my pride, hurt my pride, hurt my pride (Been travelling far and wide)
Been travelling, yeah
(Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who's going to be my guide)
(Been travelling far and wide)
Rolling Stones
Bad Excuses
04-09-2007
"JOEL: So, I though you were tutoring your nephew?
JERRY: Oh, we finished early.
JOEL: Uhm, I'll bet. So, are you going to introduce me to your - nephew?
JERRY: Elaine Benes, this is Joel Horneck.
ELAINE: Hi.
JOEL: Whoa, Nelson! This is Elaine? I though you guys split?
JERRY: We're still friends.
JOEL: So, thanks again for those tickets. But next week, I'm going to take you. You about next Tuesday night? (to Elaine) And why don't you come along?
ELAINE: Oh, no, no. Tuesday's no good becasue we've got choir practice.
JERRY: Right. I forgot about choir.
ELAINE: We're doing that evening of Eastern European National Anthems.
JERRY: Right. You know, the wall being down and everything.
JOEL: (to Jerry) What about Thursday night? I mean they're playing the Sonics.
(Jerry shakes his head.)
ELAINE: Huh... Thursday is not good because we've got to get to the hospital to see if we qualify as those organ donors.
JOEL: You know, I should really try something like that.
JERRY: You really should."
Seinfeld
"JOEL: So, I though you were tutoring your nephew?
JERRY: Oh, we finished early.
JOEL: Uhm, I'll bet. So, are you going to introduce me to your - nephew?
JERRY: Elaine Benes, this is Joel Horneck.
ELAINE: Hi.
JOEL: Whoa, Nelson! This is Elaine? I though you guys split?
JERRY: We're still friends.
JOEL: So, thanks again for those tickets. But next week, I'm going to take you. You about next Tuesday night? (to Elaine) And why don't you come along?
ELAINE: Oh, no, no. Tuesday's no good becasue we've got choir practice.
JERRY: Right. I forgot about choir.
ELAINE: We're doing that evening of Eastern European National Anthems.
JERRY: Right. You know, the wall being down and everything.
JOEL: (to Jerry) What about Thursday night? I mean they're playing the Sonics.
(Jerry shakes his head.)
ELAINE: Huh... Thursday is not good because we've got to get to the hospital to see if we qualify as those organ donors.
JOEL: You know, I should really try something like that.
JERRY: You really should."
Seinfeld
I Want To Be Alone
02-09-2007
I lock myself inside my room.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on.
I WANNA BE ALONE
It's been disturbed by my thoughts.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on
I WANNA BE ALONE
Please don't think I'm crazy
I don't want you to understand
My mind is growing hazy
To hell with your helping hand
Why don't you just leave me alone
This conflict is my own
Keep your sources away from me
That's all.
I lock myself inside my room.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on.
I WANNA BE ALONE
It's been disturbed by my thoughts.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on
I WANNA BE ALONE
Please don't think I'm crazy
I don't want you to understand
My mind is growing hazy
To hell with your helping hand
Why don't you just leave me alone
This conflict is my own
Keep your sources away from me
That's all.
I lock myself inside my room.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on.
I WANNA BE ALONE
It's been disturbed by my thoughts.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on
I WANNA BE ALONE
Please don't think I'm crazy
I don't want you to understand
My mind is growing hazy
To hell with your helping hand
Why don't you just leave me alone
This conflict is my own
Keep your sources away from me
That's all.
Green Day
I lock myself inside my room.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on.
I WANNA BE ALONE
It's been disturbed by my thoughts.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on
I WANNA BE ALONE
Please don't think I'm crazy
I don't want you to understand
My mind is growing hazy
To hell with your helping hand
Why don't you just leave me alone
This conflict is my own
Keep your sources away from me
That's all.
I lock myself inside my room.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on.
I WANNA BE ALONE
It's been disturbed by my thoughts.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on
I WANNA BE ALONE
Please don't think I'm crazy
I don't want you to understand
My mind is growing hazy
To hell with your helping hand
Why don't you just leave me alone
This conflict is my own
Keep your sources away from me
That's all.
I lock myself inside my room.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on.
I WANNA BE ALONE
It's been disturbed by my thoughts.
I WANNA BE ALONE
With you around, you'll only add on
I WANNA BE ALONE
Please don't think I'm crazy
I don't want you to understand
My mind is growing hazy
To hell with your helping hand
Why don't you just leave me alone
This conflict is my own
Keep your sources away from me
That's all.
Green Day
A Couple Of Tough Monkeys
01-09-2007
"ELAINE: (cont.) "Picking someone up at the airport." "Jury Duty." "Waiting for cable guy."
JERRY: Okay, just hand that over, please.
ELAINE: Oh, what is this?
JERRY: It's a list of excuses, it's for that guy, Horneck, who's at the game tonight with my tickets. I have that list now so in case he calls, I just consult it and i don't have to see him. (Elaine laughs.) I need it. (Elaine starts writing on the list.) What are you doing?
ELAINE: I got some for you.
JERRY: I don't need anymore.
ELAINE: No, no, no, no, no, these are good. Listen, listen: "You ran out of underwear, you can't leave the house."
JERRY: (sarcastic) Very funny.
ELAINE: How about: "You've been diagnosed as a multiple personality, you're not even you, you're Dan."
JERRY: I'm Dan. Can I have my list back, please?
ELAINE: (gives Jerry the list) Here, here. Jerry Seinfeld, I cannot believe you're doing this. This is absolutely infantile.
JERRY: What can I do?
ELAINE: Deal with it. Be a man!
JERRY: Oh no. That's impossible. I'd rather lie to him for the rest of my life that go through that again. He was crying, tears accompanied by mucus.
ELAINE: You made a man cry? I've never made a man cry. I even kicked a guy in the groin once and he didn't cry.. I got the cab.
JERRY: A couple of tough monkeys."
Seinfeld
"ELAINE: (cont.) "Picking someone up at the airport." "Jury Duty." "Waiting for cable guy."
JERRY: Okay, just hand that over, please.
ELAINE: Oh, what is this?
JERRY: It's a list of excuses, it's for that guy, Horneck, who's at the game tonight with my tickets. I have that list now so in case he calls, I just consult it and i don't have to see him. (Elaine laughs.) I need it. (Elaine starts writing on the list.) What are you doing?
ELAINE: I got some for you.
JERRY: I don't need anymore.
ELAINE: No, no, no, no, no, these are good. Listen, listen: "You ran out of underwear, you can't leave the house."
JERRY: (sarcastic) Very funny.
ELAINE: How about: "You've been diagnosed as a multiple personality, you're not even you, you're Dan."
JERRY: I'm Dan. Can I have my list back, please?
ELAINE: (gives Jerry the list) Here, here. Jerry Seinfeld, I cannot believe you're doing this. This is absolutely infantile.
JERRY: What can I do?
ELAINE: Deal with it. Be a man!
JERRY: Oh no. That's impossible. I'd rather lie to him for the rest of my life that go through that again. He was crying, tears accompanied by mucus.
ELAINE: You made a man cry? I've never made a man cry. I even kicked a guy in the groin once and he didn't cry.. I got the cab.
JERRY: A couple of tough monkeys."
Seinfeld
Stupid Questions
31-08-2007
"If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions?"
Scott Adams - US cartoonist (1957 - )
"If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions?"
Scott Adams - US cartoonist (1957 - )
Forgive Them
30-08-2007
You Fall Into A Hole
Into The Gap Between Weak And Strong
Eyes Blind
Peace Dying
Earth Breaks
You Fall
Eyes Blind.
You Fall.
Falling Down Life
Falling Down Pride
Your Weak Heart Feels You Dead
Deepest Hole
Feel The Fall Of Your Soul
See Justice Falls Into The World Of Lies
Cruelty Alive
Forgive Them, Forgive
Forgive Them, Forgive
Eyes Blind
Hearts Beating Death
Peace Dying
Earth Crying Misery
Forgive Them, Forgive
Forgive Them
They Did Wrong
They Did Wrong!
Forgive Them, Forgive
Forgive Them
And Mankind Fell.
Forgive Them
Forgive
Forgive Them
And Mankind Fell.
And Mankind Fell.
Betray My Secrets
You Fall Into A Hole
Into The Gap Between Weak And Strong
Eyes Blind
Peace Dying
Earth Breaks
You Fall
Eyes Blind.
You Fall.
Falling Down Life
Falling Down Pride
Your Weak Heart Feels You Dead
Deepest Hole
Feel The Fall Of Your Soul
See Justice Falls Into The World Of Lies
Cruelty Alive
Forgive Them, Forgive
Forgive Them, Forgive
Eyes Blind
Hearts Beating Death
Peace Dying
Earth Crying Misery
Forgive Them, Forgive
Forgive Them
They Did Wrong
They Did Wrong!
Forgive Them, Forgive
Forgive Them
And Mankind Fell.
Forgive Them
Forgive
Forgive Them
And Mankind Fell.
And Mankind Fell.
Betray My Secrets
Let's Do Something
29-08-2007
ELAINE: "Come on, let's go do something. I don't want to just sit around here.
JERRY: Okay.
ELAINE: Want to go get something to eat?
JERRY: Where do you want to go?
ELAINE: I don't care, I'm not hungry.
JERRY: We could go to one of those cappuccino places. They let you just sit there.
ELAINE: What are we gonna do there? Talk?
JERRY: We'll just sit there.
ELAINE: Okay. I'm gonna check my machine first."
Seinfeld
ELAINE: "Come on, let's go do something. I don't want to just sit around here.
JERRY: Okay.
ELAINE: Want to go get something to eat?
JERRY: Where do you want to go?
ELAINE: I don't care, I'm not hungry.
JERRY: We could go to one of those cappuccino places. They let you just sit there.
ELAINE: What are we gonna do there? Talk?
JERRY: We'll just sit there.
ELAINE: Okay. I'm gonna check my machine first."
Seinfeld
Psychiatrist
28-08-2007
"A psychiatrist is a fellow who asks you a lot of expensive questions your wife asks for nothing."
Joey Adams
"A psychiatrist is a fellow who asks you a lot of expensive questions your wife asks for nothing."
Joey Adams
This Lullaby
27-08-2007
Where, Oh where have you been my love?
Where, Oh where can you be?
It's been so long, since the moon has gone
And oh what a wreck you've made me
Are you there over the ocean?
Are you there, up in the sky?
Until the return of my love
This lullaby
My hope is on the horizon
Every face, it's your eyes I can see
I plead and pray through each night and day
Our embrace is only a dream
And as sure as days come from moments
Each hour becomes a life's time
When she'd left, I'd only begun this lullaby
Queens Of The Stone Age
Where, Oh where have you been my love?
Where, Oh where can you be?
It's been so long, since the moon has gone
And oh what a wreck you've made me
Are you there over the ocean?
Are you there, up in the sky?
Until the return of my love
This lullaby
My hope is on the horizon
Every face, it's your eyes I can see
I plead and pray through each night and day
Our embrace is only a dream
And as sure as days come from moments
Each hour becomes a life's time
When she'd left, I'd only begun this lullaby
Queens Of The Stone Age
Um Post Só Para Ti
26-08-2007
"Sigur Rós de fundo. Levado pela língua inventada, imagino na minha cabeça um ser de contornos baços. Esse ser de contornos baços é o mesmo que amei em alturas que já passaram. Esse ser de contornos baços provoca um espasmo no meu rosto. Sorrio. Esse ser, claro, és tu. Indefesa, pobre pomba faminta.
Não sei há quanto tempo, apenas que é muito, que não te vejo com a regularidade de todos os dias. Não me recordo da última vez que te vi, que te falei, te cheirei, mas mensagens trocadas pelo telemóvel sei que foi ontem, num exercício de pouca sinceridade e latente civilidade que me quererás demonstrar.
Desejavas bom ano. Felicidades e que continuasse igual a mim mesmo. Os meus amigos dizem que tenho de mudar. Eu sinto que o devo fazer. Mas tu pedes-me para ficar igual a mim mesmo. Sei aquilo que queres dizer. Quero desobedecer. Ser outra pessoa. Outra, diferente. Mas não diferente como sempre quiseste que fosse. Independente e poderosa à imagem dos teus sonhos patetas que te levaram a cair num poço sem ar. Eu fui o teu oxigénio, agora pedes-me para não mudar. Mas há meses atrás, o que mais querias era que eu fosse outra pessoa
- preciso de admirar a pessoa com quem estou,
dizias.
- e eu só quero que gostes de mim,
respondia. Mas agora digo
- Desculpavas-te
e imagino. Sinto a tua momentânea felicidade, aquela que me exibes como uma chaga que me queres incrustar na pele só por maldade. Aceno afirmativamente com a cabeça, que quero um pouco dessa felicidade; um pouco de oxigénio, peço-te, o meu oxigénio que te ofereci. Num qualquer poço sem ar bem longe de ti."
Paulo Ferreira - Cartas A Mónica
"Sigur Rós de fundo. Levado pela língua inventada, imagino na minha cabeça um ser de contornos baços. Esse ser de contornos baços é o mesmo que amei em alturas que já passaram. Esse ser de contornos baços provoca um espasmo no meu rosto. Sorrio. Esse ser, claro, és tu. Indefesa, pobre pomba faminta.
Não sei há quanto tempo, apenas que é muito, que não te vejo com a regularidade de todos os dias. Não me recordo da última vez que te vi, que te falei, te cheirei, mas mensagens trocadas pelo telemóvel sei que foi ontem, num exercício de pouca sinceridade e latente civilidade que me quererás demonstrar.
Desejavas bom ano. Felicidades e que continuasse igual a mim mesmo. Os meus amigos dizem que tenho de mudar. Eu sinto que o devo fazer. Mas tu pedes-me para ficar igual a mim mesmo. Sei aquilo que queres dizer. Quero desobedecer. Ser outra pessoa. Outra, diferente. Mas não diferente como sempre quiseste que fosse. Independente e poderosa à imagem dos teus sonhos patetas que te levaram a cair num poço sem ar. Eu fui o teu oxigénio, agora pedes-me para não mudar. Mas há meses atrás, o que mais querias era que eu fosse outra pessoa
- preciso de admirar a pessoa com quem estou,
dizias.
- e eu só quero que gostes de mim,
respondia. Mas agora digo
- Desculpavas-te
e imagino. Sinto a tua momentânea felicidade, aquela que me exibes como uma chaga que me queres incrustar na pele só por maldade. Aceno afirmativamente com a cabeça, que quero um pouco dessa felicidade; um pouco de oxigénio, peço-te, o meu oxigénio que te ofereci. Num qualquer poço sem ar bem longe de ti."
Paulo Ferreira - Cartas A Mónica
Stubbornness
25-08-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"If one gets stuck in its own stubbornness, important things may be left behind"
The Wise Man said to me:
"If one gets stuck in its own stubbornness, important things may be left behind"
Quicksand Symmetry
24-08-2007
I find out life is sometimes
Cauterized by the words
It seems the end of our times
Of reacting to the wounds
Turn off the led
The light that gets you
Normalized to the mass
A gala performance
Everyone with its mask
Automata glad to ignore
There's a mind behind the glass
I am sad in my soul
As I paint a cold smile on my mouth
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts
I'm creeping
It's nine o' clock, I'm drunk
The best way to keep on
Disgusted by the price
I'll leave this world at all
As soon as I'll be out
I will take a breath
And walk in search of someone
The face I can see
Disarmonia Mundi
I find out life is sometimes
Cauterized by the words
It seems the end of our times
Of reacting to the wounds
Turn off the led
The light that gets you
Normalized to the mass
A gala performance
Everyone with its mask
Automata glad to ignore
There's a mind behind the glass
I am sad in my soul
As I paint a cold smile on my mouth
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts
I'm creeping
It's nine o' clock, I'm drunk
The best way to keep on
Disgusted by the price
I'll leave this world at all
As soon as I'll be out
I will take a breath
And walk in search of someone
The face I can see
Disarmonia Mundi
Arcade Vacations
23-08-2007
(Jerry is at the counter, filling out a slip; George is carrying a jug full of pennies.)
GEORGE: ..she calls me up at my office, she says, "We have to talk."
JERRY: Uh, the four worst words in the English language.
GEORGE: That, or "Who's bra is this?"
JERRY: That is worse.
GEORGE: So we order lunch, and we're talking. Finally, she blurts out how it's "not working".
JERRY: Really.
GEORGE: So, I'm thinking, as she's saying this, I'm thinking: great, the relationship's over. But the egg salad's on the way. So now I have a decision - do I walk or do I eat?
JERRY: Hm? You ate.
GEORGE: We sat there for twenty minutes, chewing, staring at each other in a defunct relationship.
JERRY: Someone says, "Get out of my life!" and that doesn't affect your appetite?
GEORGE: Have you ever had their egg salad?
JERRY: It is unbelievable.
GEORGE: It's unbelievable. You know what else is unbelievable? I picked up the check. She didn't even offer. She ended it. The least she could do is send me off with a sandwich.
JERRY: (looking at George's penny jug) How much could you possibly have in there?
GEORGE: It's my money. What should I do? Throw it out the window? I know guy who took his vacation on change.
JERRY: Yeah? Where'd he go? To an arcade?
GEORGE: (sarcastic) That's funny. You're a funny guy.
Seinfeld
(Jerry is at the counter, filling out a slip; George is carrying a jug full of pennies.)
GEORGE: ..she calls me up at my office, she says, "We have to talk."
JERRY: Uh, the four worst words in the English language.
GEORGE: That, or "Who's bra is this?"
JERRY: That is worse.
GEORGE: So we order lunch, and we're talking. Finally, she blurts out how it's "not working".
JERRY: Really.
GEORGE: So, I'm thinking, as she's saying this, I'm thinking: great, the relationship's over. But the egg salad's on the way. So now I have a decision - do I walk or do I eat?
JERRY: Hm? You ate.
GEORGE: We sat there for twenty minutes, chewing, staring at each other in a defunct relationship.
JERRY: Someone says, "Get out of my life!" and that doesn't affect your appetite?
GEORGE: Have you ever had their egg salad?
JERRY: It is unbelievable.
GEORGE: It's unbelievable. You know what else is unbelievable? I picked up the check. She didn't even offer. She ended it. The least she could do is send me off with a sandwich.
JERRY: (looking at George's penny jug) How much could you possibly have in there?
GEORGE: It's my money. What should I do? Throw it out the window? I know guy who took his vacation on change.
JERRY: Yeah? Where'd he go? To an arcade?
GEORGE: (sarcastic) That's funny. You're a funny guy.
Seinfeld
Questioned
22-08-2007
"No man likes to have his intelligence or good faith questioned, especially if he has doubts about himself."
Henry Adams
US author, autobiographer, & historian (1838 - 1918)
"No man likes to have his intelligence or good faith questioned, especially if he has doubts about himself."
Henry Adams
US author, autobiographer, & historian (1838 - 1918)
Change Yourself
21-08-2007
Don't, confuse, me with, the drama
Now, and then, you lose, your karma
Don't, you trust,
Yourself at all,
The life you've lead
Why, do you, keep looking back?
You move ahead
Don't throw your life away
You got so much to say
Anticipatin'
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
In this open road, you must change yourself
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever
Confiscate, your malady, your blindness
(open up your eyes)
Kill, the root, of evil and madness
(open up your mind)
You, have worn, the color black
For far too long
So, you go, no turning back,
You won't be wrong
Don't throw your life away
You got so much to say,
Anticipatin'
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
In this open road, you must change yourself
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever (but the song)
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
In this open road, you must change yourself
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
In this open road, you must change yourself
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever (but the song)
Nothing lasts forever (but the song)
Nothing lasts forever
You've gotta change yourself
Yourself
Glenn Hughes
Don't, confuse, me with, the drama
Now, and then, you lose, your karma
Don't, you trust,
Yourself at all,
The life you've lead
Why, do you, keep looking back?
You move ahead
Don't throw your life away
You got so much to say
Anticipatin'
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
In this open road, you must change yourself
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever
Confiscate, your malady, your blindness
(open up your eyes)
Kill, the root, of evil and madness
(open up your mind)
You, have worn, the color black
For far too long
So, you go, no turning back,
You won't be wrong
Don't throw your life away
You got so much to say,
Anticipatin'
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
In this open road, you must change yourself
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever (but the song)
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
In this open road, you must change yourself
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
In this open road, you must change yourself
In this crazy world
You must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever (but the song)
Nothing lasts forever (but the song)
Nothing lasts forever
You've gotta change yourself
Yourself
Glenn Hughes
Inevitable
19-08-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"It's unwise to take the pain of others as our own but sometimes it's also inevitable"
The Wise Man said to me:
"It's unwise to take the pain of others as our own but sometimes it's also inevitable"
É Prá Amanhã
18-08-2007
É p'ra amanha
Bem podias fazer hoje
Porque amanha sei que voltas a adiar
E tu bem sabes como o tempo foge
Mas nada fazes para o agarrar
Foi mais um dia e tu nada fizeste
Um dia a mais tu pensas que nao faz mal
Vem outro dia e tudo se repete
E vais deixando ficar tudo igual
É p'ra amanha
Bem podias viver hoje
Porque amanha quem sabe se vais ca estar
Ai tu bem sabes como a vida foge
Mesmo que penses que esta p'ra durar
Foi mais um dia e tu nada viveste
Deixas passar os dias sempre iguais
Quando pensares no tempo que perdeste
Entao tu queres mas é tarde demais
É p'ra amanha
Deixa la nao facas hoje
Porque amanha tudo se ha-de arranjar
Ai tu bem sabes que o trabalho foge
Mesmo de quem diz que quer trabalhar
Eu sei que tu andas a procurar
Esse lugar que acerte bem contigo
Do que aparece nao consegues gostar
E do que gostas ja esta preenchido
António Variações
É p'ra amanha
Bem podias fazer hoje
Porque amanha sei que voltas a adiar
E tu bem sabes como o tempo foge
Mas nada fazes para o agarrar
Foi mais um dia e tu nada fizeste
Um dia a mais tu pensas que nao faz mal
Vem outro dia e tudo se repete
E vais deixando ficar tudo igual
É p'ra amanha
Bem podias viver hoje
Porque amanha quem sabe se vais ca estar
Ai tu bem sabes como a vida foge
Mesmo que penses que esta p'ra durar
Foi mais um dia e tu nada viveste
Deixas passar os dias sempre iguais
Quando pensares no tempo que perdeste
Entao tu queres mas é tarde demais
É p'ra amanha
Deixa la nao facas hoje
Porque amanha tudo se ha-de arranjar
Ai tu bem sabes que o trabalho foge
Mesmo de quem diz que quer trabalhar
Eu sei que tu andas a procurar
Esse lugar que acerte bem contigo
Do que aparece nao consegues gostar
E do que gostas ja esta preenchido
António Variações
Hizbollah
17-08-2007
"JOEL: ..so my shrink wants me to bring my mother in for a session. This guy is a brilliant man. Lenny Bruce used to go to him.. and I think, uh, Geraldo.
JERRY: You know, I read the Lenny Bruce biography, I thought it was really - interesting.. he would-
JOEL: (interrupting) Hey, hey, hey, hey we're starving here! We've been waiting here for ten minutes already!
JERRY: (testing Joel) So, I'm thinking about going to Iran this summer.
JOEL: I have to eat! I mean, I'm hypoglycemic.
JERRY: Anyway, the Hizbollah has invited me to perform. You know, it's their annual terrorist luncheon. I'm gonna do it in Farsi.
JOEL: Do you think I need a haircut?"
Seinfeld
"JOEL: ..so my shrink wants me to bring my mother in for a session. This guy is a brilliant man. Lenny Bruce used to go to him.. and I think, uh, Geraldo.
JERRY: You know, I read the Lenny Bruce biography, I thought it was really - interesting.. he would-
JOEL: (interrupting) Hey, hey, hey, hey we're starving here! We've been waiting here for ten minutes already!
JERRY: (testing Joel) So, I'm thinking about going to Iran this summer.
JOEL: I have to eat! I mean, I'm hypoglycemic.
JERRY: Anyway, the Hizbollah has invited me to perform. You know, it's their annual terrorist luncheon. I'm gonna do it in Farsi.
JOEL: Do you think I need a haircut?"
Seinfeld
Suspicions
16-08-2007
"Seeing ourselves as others see us would probably confirm our worst suspicions about them."
Franklin P. Adams
US journalist (1881 - 1960)
"Seeing ourselves as others see us would probably confirm our worst suspicions about them."
Franklin P. Adams
US journalist (1881 - 1960)
Sure Got Cold After The Rain Fell
15-08-2007
Rain fell this mornin', make me feel so bad
on account of my baby walked off with another man.
Like takin' eyesight from the blind man and money from the poor
that woman took my lovin' and walked on out that door.
And it sure got cold after the rain fell,
not from the sky, from my eye.
Somebody, can you tell me just what make a man feel this way?
Like river without its water, like night without a day.
And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell,
not from the sky but from my eye.
If you're home early in the mornin' you hear that rain to fall,
with thunderbolts and lightning the wind begins to call.
Your worry's superficial 'cause you slept on through the night
but stormy weather keep you wond'rin' if ev'rything's all right.
And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell,
not from the sky but from my eye,
not from the sky, from my eye.
ZZ Top
Rain fell this mornin', make me feel so bad
on account of my baby walked off with another man.
Like takin' eyesight from the blind man and money from the poor
that woman took my lovin' and walked on out that door.
And it sure got cold after the rain fell,
not from the sky, from my eye.
Somebody, can you tell me just what make a man feel this way?
Like river without its water, like night without a day.
And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell,
not from the sky but from my eye.
If you're home early in the mornin' you hear that rain to fall,
with thunderbolts and lightning the wind begins to call.
Your worry's superficial 'cause you slept on through the night
but stormy weather keep you wond'rin' if ev'rything's all right.
And it sure 'nuff got cold after the rain fell,
not from the sky but from my eye,
not from the sky, from my eye.
ZZ Top
Break Up With A Guy Pt2
14-08-2007
Seinfeld
"As a guy I don't know how I can break up with another guy. You know what I mean? I don't know how to say, "Bill, I feel I need to see other men."
Do you know what I mean? There's nothing I can do. I have to wait for someone to die. I think that's the only way out of this relationship. It could be a long time.
See, the great thing about guys is that we can become friends based on almost nothing. Just two guys will just become friends just because they're two guys. That's almost all we need to have in common. 'Cause sports - sports and women - is really all we talk about.
If there was no sports and no women the only thing guys would ever say is "So, what's in the refrigerator?"
Do you know what I mean? There's nothing I can do. I have to wait for someone to die. I think that's the only way out of this relationship. It could be a long time.
See, the great thing about guys is that we can become friends based on almost nothing. Just two guys will just become friends just because they're two guys. That's almost all we need to have in common. 'Cause sports - sports and women - is really all we talk about.
If there was no sports and no women the only thing guys would ever say is "So, what's in the refrigerator?"
Seinfeld
Teamwork
13-08-2007
"One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothin' can beat teamwork."
Edward Abbey
US radical environmentalist (1927 - 1989)
"One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothin' can beat teamwork."
Edward Abbey
US radical environmentalist (1927 - 1989)
Elect Death For President
12-08-2007
Raise your wrist up in the air
And wave your razorblades like you just don't care
Use your voice, make homicide your choice
Politics coming straight from the crypt
Stirring up the world with its ugly stick
Put your faith in a shallow grave today
Red, yellow, black or white
It doesn't matter -- everyone dies tonight
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death
Hooray for homicide
My left wing's baked and my right wing's fried
Vote for me and I'll legalize everything
Splish splash you're in a blood bath
Intentionally headed down the wrong path
But a dollar sign won't make you smile in your grave
Red, yellow, black or white
It doesn't matter -- everyone dies tonight
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death
I'm on your side!
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death
Vote for me!
Red, yellow, black or white
It doesn't matter -- everyone dies tonight
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death
Trust in me
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death
Wednesday 13
Raise your wrist up in the air
And wave your razorblades like you just don't care
Use your voice, make homicide your choice
Politics coming straight from the crypt
Stirring up the world with its ugly stick
Put your faith in a shallow grave today
Red, yellow, black or white
It doesn't matter -- everyone dies tonight
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death
Hooray for homicide
My left wing's baked and my right wing's fried
Vote for me and I'll legalize everything
Splish splash you're in a blood bath
Intentionally headed down the wrong path
But a dollar sign won't make you smile in your grave
Red, yellow, black or white
It doesn't matter -- everyone dies tonight
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death
I'm on your side!
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death
Vote for me!
Red, yellow, black or white
It doesn't matter -- everyone dies tonight
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death
Trust in me
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death, death for president
Elect death
Wednesday 13
Break Up With A Guy Pt 1
"KRAMER: Oh, they've got a cure for cancer. See, it's all big business.. Oh hey, Jerry just walked in. Hi, George. (resumes talking on the phone) Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, take my number - 555-8643. Okay, here he is. (hands phone to Jerry.)
JERRY: (to Kramer) Who is it?
KRAMER: Take it.
JERRY: Who is it?
KRAMER: It's for you.
JERRY: (into phone) Hello? Oh, hi Joel. (Jerry hits Kramer with a magazine.) .. No. I was out of town. I just got back.. Kramer doesn't know anything.. He's just my next-door neighbor. Uh.. nothing much.. Tuesday? Uh, Tuesday, no. I'm meeting somebody.. Uh, Wednesday? Wednesday's okay.. Alright. Uh, I'm a little busy right now. Can we talk Wednesday morning? .. Okay.. yeah.. right.. thanks.. bye. (hangs up, then addresses Kramer) Why did you put me on the phone with him? I hate just being handed a phone.
KRAMER: Well, it's your phone. He wanted to talk to you
JERRY: Maybe I didn't want to talk to him.
KRAMER: Well, why not?
JERRY: He bothers me. I don't even answer the phone anymore because of him. He's turned me into a screener. Now I gotta go see him on Wednesday.
GEORGE: What do you mean Wednesday? I though we had tickets to the Knick game Wednesday. We got seats behind the bench! What happened? We're not going?
JERRY: We're going. That's next Wednesday.
GEORGE: Oh. Who is this guy?
JERRY: His name is Joel Horneck. He lived like three houses down from me when I grew up. He had a Ping Pong table!! We were friends! Should I suffer the rest of my life because I like to play Ping Pong?! I was ten! I would've been friends with Stalin if he had a Ping Pong table!! He's so self-involved.
(phone rings, Kramer pulls his phone out of his pocket)
KRAMER: That's for me. (into phone) Kramerica Industries.. Oh, hi, Mark.. No, no, no. Forget that. I got a better idea. A pizza place where you make your own pie.
JERRY: Can you conduct your business elsewhere?
KRAMER: (ignoring Jerry) No, no, no. I'm talking about a whole chain of 'em. Yeah. (Kramer leaves Jerry's apartment while still on the phone.)
GEORGE: I don't know why you even bother with this ping pong guy, I'll tell you that.
JERRY: I don't bother with him. He's been calling me for seven years. I've never called him once! He's got the attention span of a five-year-old. Sometimes I sit there and I make up things just to see if he's paying attention.
GEORGE: I don't understand why you spend time with this guy.
JERRY: What can I do? Break up with him? Tell him "I Don't think we're right for each other.." He's a guy. At least with a woman, there's a precendent. You know, the relationship goes sour, you end it.
GEORGE: No, no, no,no you have to approach this as if he was a woman.
JERRY: Just break up with him?
GEORGE: Absolutely. You just tell him the truth.
(Both do ugly faces)
Seinfeld
JERRY: (to Kramer) Who is it?
KRAMER: Take it.
JERRY: Who is it?
KRAMER: It's for you.
JERRY: (into phone) Hello? Oh, hi Joel. (Jerry hits Kramer with a magazine.) .. No. I was out of town. I just got back.. Kramer doesn't know anything.. He's just my next-door neighbor. Uh.. nothing much.. Tuesday? Uh, Tuesday, no. I'm meeting somebody.. Uh, Wednesday? Wednesday's okay.. Alright. Uh, I'm a little busy right now. Can we talk Wednesday morning? .. Okay.. yeah.. right.. thanks.. bye. (hangs up, then addresses Kramer) Why did you put me on the phone with him? I hate just being handed a phone.
KRAMER: Well, it's your phone. He wanted to talk to you
JERRY: Maybe I didn't want to talk to him.
KRAMER: Well, why not?
JERRY: He bothers me. I don't even answer the phone anymore because of him. He's turned me into a screener. Now I gotta go see him on Wednesday.
GEORGE: What do you mean Wednesday? I though we had tickets to the Knick game Wednesday. We got seats behind the bench! What happened? We're not going?
JERRY: We're going. That's next Wednesday.
GEORGE: Oh. Who is this guy?
JERRY: His name is Joel Horneck. He lived like three houses down from me when I grew up. He had a Ping Pong table!! We were friends! Should I suffer the rest of my life because I like to play Ping Pong?! I was ten! I would've been friends with Stalin if he had a Ping Pong table!! He's so self-involved.
(phone rings, Kramer pulls his phone out of his pocket)
KRAMER: That's for me. (into phone) Kramerica Industries.. Oh, hi, Mark.. No, no, no. Forget that. I got a better idea. A pizza place where you make your own pie.
JERRY: Can you conduct your business elsewhere?
KRAMER: (ignoring Jerry) No, no, no. I'm talking about a whole chain of 'em. Yeah. (Kramer leaves Jerry's apartment while still on the phone.)
GEORGE: I don't know why you even bother with this ping pong guy, I'll tell you that.
JERRY: I don't bother with him. He's been calling me for seven years. I've never called him once! He's got the attention span of a five-year-old. Sometimes I sit there and I make up things just to see if he's paying attention.
GEORGE: I don't understand why you spend time with this guy.
JERRY: What can I do? Break up with him? Tell him "I Don't think we're right for each other.." He's a guy. At least with a woman, there's a precendent. You know, the relationship goes sour, you end it.
GEORGE: No, no, no,no you have to approach this as if he was a woman.
JERRY: Just break up with him?
GEORGE: Absolutely. You just tell him the truth.
(Both do ugly faces)
Seinfeld
Substance
10-08-2007
"Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow."
Aesop, The Dog and the Shadow
Greek slave & fable author (620 BC - 560 BC)
"Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow."
Aesop, The Dog and the Shadow
Greek slave & fable author (620 BC - 560 BC)
Hitchin' A Ride
09-08-2007
Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour
Say oh no.
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inibriates the guilt.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Cold turkey's getting stale
Tonight I'm eating crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak, no
There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Troubled times, you know I can not lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, I say a oh no!
Troubled times, you know I can not lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
I'm hitchin' a ride
Green Day
Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour
Say oh no.
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inibriates the guilt.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Cold turkey's getting stale
Tonight I'm eating crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak, no
There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Troubled times, you know I can not lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, I say a oh no!
Troubled times, you know I can not lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
I'm hitchin' a ride
Green Day
Fantasma
08-08-2007
"Durante meses, suportei ser um ser amorfo, isento de extensão. Mas isso foi durante meses. Nesses meses enquanto namorado (seja lá o que isso for), aceitei não o ser. Mas como amigo, aquilo que tu dizes que vamos ser, não consigo. Na ideia de amigo, no meu conjunto de atributos que qualificam a palavra amigo, não consigo compreender a ausência.
Por isso não a vou aceitar.
É o fim, disse-te, aliás, escrevi-te. Agora recordar-te-ei apenas.
É o fim.
E é mesmo."
Paulo Ferreira - Cartas a Mónica
"Durante meses, suportei ser um ser amorfo, isento de extensão. Mas isso foi durante meses. Nesses meses enquanto namorado (seja lá o que isso for), aceitei não o ser. Mas como amigo, aquilo que tu dizes que vamos ser, não consigo. Na ideia de amigo, no meu conjunto de atributos que qualificam a palavra amigo, não consigo compreender a ausência.
Por isso não a vou aceitar.
É o fim, disse-te, aliás, escrevi-te. Agora recordar-te-ei apenas.
É o fim.
E é mesmo."
Paulo Ferreira - Cartas a Mónica
Walking Fast
07-08-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"Walking fast can make you feel lost when you look back"
The Wise Man said to me:
"Walking fast can make you feel lost when you look back"
Vaquinha
06-07-2007
Pões-me os cornos a torto e a direito
Nem sei para onde é que me hei-de virar
Gozas comigo e não tens nenhum respeito
E dizes que te estás a cagar
Nem sei porque é que ando contigo
Quero encontrar uma razão
Gamas-me tudo e dás-me cabo do juízo
És grande vaca não vales um tostão
Vaquinha
Gosto de ti
Vaquinha
Quero-te tanto
Vaquinha
És a minha vaquinha
És mal jeitosa, gorda, feia e ruim
És a mulher que todo o homem sonha em ter
Sei que no fundo tu até gostas de mim
Dizes que sou sempre o primeiro a saber
Até que um dia tudo acabou
E eu fiquei sem a minha vaquinha
Foi um cabrão qualquer que ma roubou
Mas um dia hás-de voltar a ser minha
Vaquinha
Gosto de ti
Vaquinha
Quero-te tanto
Vaquinha
És a minha vaquinha
K2O3
(a verdadeira canção de amor
)
Pões-me os cornos a torto e a direito
Nem sei para onde é que me hei-de virar
Gozas comigo e não tens nenhum respeito
E dizes que te estás a cagar
Nem sei porque é que ando contigo
Quero encontrar uma razão
Gamas-me tudo e dás-me cabo do juízo
És grande vaca não vales um tostão
Vaquinha
Gosto de ti
Vaquinha
Quero-te tanto
Vaquinha
És a minha vaquinha
És mal jeitosa, gorda, feia e ruim
És a mulher que todo o homem sonha em ter
Sei que no fundo tu até gostas de mim
Dizes que sou sempre o primeiro a saber
Até que um dia tudo acabou
E eu fiquei sem a minha vaquinha
Foi um cabrão qualquer que ma roubou
Mas um dia hás-de voltar a ser minha
Vaquinha
Gosto de ti
Vaquinha
Quero-te tanto
Vaquinha
És a minha vaquinha
K2O3
(a verdadeira canção de amor
)
Small Animal
05-08-2007
"GEORGE: I had to say something. I had to say something. Everything was going so well; I had to say something.
JERRY: I don't think you did anything wrong.
GEORGE: I told her I liked her. Why? Why did I tell her I like her? I have this sick compulsion to tell women how I feel. I like you I don't tell you.
JERRY: We can only thank God for that.
(Elevator opens, they get on)
GEORGE: I'm outta the picture. I am outta the picture. (laughs) It's only a matter of time now.
JERRY: You're imagining this. Really.
GEORGE: Oh no. No, no, no, no.
(elevator doors close)
GEORGE(cont.): I'll tell you when it happened. When that floss came flying out of my pocket.
JERRY: What floss? When?
GEORGE: We were in the lobby during the intermission of the play. I was buying her one of those containers of orange drink, for five dollars. I reached into my pocket to pay for it, I looked down; there's this piece of green floss hanging from my fingers.
JERRY: Ah, mint.
GEORGE: Of course. So, I'm looking at it, I look up, I see she's looking at it. Our eyes lock. It was a horrible moment. I just..
(eleveator doors open, they get off)
JERRY: So let me get this straight: she saw the floss, you panicked and you told her you liked her.
GEORGE: If I didn't put that floss in my pocket, I'd be crawling around her bedroom right now looking for my glasses.
JERRY: And you're sure the floss was the catalyst?
GEORGE: Yes, I am.
JERRY: (looks at a carrying pouch George is wearing) You don't think it might've had anything to do with that?
GEORGE: What? You don't like this?
JERRY: It looks like your belt is digesting a small animal."
Seinfeld
"GEORGE: I had to say something. I had to say something. Everything was going so well; I had to say something.
JERRY: I don't think you did anything wrong.
GEORGE: I told her I liked her. Why? Why did I tell her I like her? I have this sick compulsion to tell women how I feel. I like you I don't tell you.
JERRY: We can only thank God for that.
(Elevator opens, they get on)
GEORGE: I'm outta the picture. I am outta the picture. (laughs) It's only a matter of time now.
JERRY: You're imagining this. Really.
GEORGE: Oh no. No, no, no, no.
(elevator doors close)
GEORGE(cont.): I'll tell you when it happened. When that floss came flying out of my pocket.
JERRY: What floss? When?
GEORGE: We were in the lobby during the intermission of the play. I was buying her one of those containers of orange drink, for five dollars. I reached into my pocket to pay for it, I looked down; there's this piece of green floss hanging from my fingers.
JERRY: Ah, mint.
GEORGE: Of course. So, I'm looking at it, I look up, I see she's looking at it. Our eyes lock. It was a horrible moment. I just..
(eleveator doors open, they get off)
JERRY: So let me get this straight: she saw the floss, you panicked and you told her you liked her.
GEORGE: If I didn't put that floss in my pocket, I'd be crawling around her bedroom right now looking for my glasses.
JERRY: And you're sure the floss was the catalyst?
GEORGE: Yes, I am.
JERRY: (looks at a carrying pouch George is wearing) You don't think it might've had anything to do with that?
GEORGE: What? You don't like this?
JERRY: It looks like your belt is digesting a small animal."
Seinfeld
Hard Work
04-08-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"Hard work sets your spirit free and puts your mind to rest"
The Wise Man said to me:
"Hard work sets your spirit free and puts your mind to rest"
Leave This World Behind
03-08-2007
The outside world is cold as ice
Deep inside you're burning
You're raging as you live your life
This can't be all, this is a lie
So take my hand
The pain must end
Into the sky, if you believe we'll fly
Come on let's
Leave This World Behind
A prescious gift you once forgot
Is awakening this moment
If you believe it becomes real
This energy they could not kill
It gets so strong
We'll meet to one
Just spread your wings
Let loose and fly with me
Come on let's
Leave This World Behind
This misery must fade away
For us to see a better day
If that's all there is to choose
Let it loose right now
Kreator
The outside world is cold as ice
Deep inside you're burning
You're raging as you live your life
This can't be all, this is a lie
So take my hand
The pain must end
Into the sky, if you believe we'll fly
Come on let's
Leave This World Behind
A prescious gift you once forgot
Is awakening this moment
If you believe it becomes real
This energy they could not kill
It gets so strong
We'll meet to one
Just spread your wings
Let loose and fly with me
Come on let's
Leave This World Behind
This misery must fade away
For us to see a better day
If that's all there is to choose
Let it loose right now
Kreator
Working Men
02-08-2007
"Most men like working on things, tools, objects, fixing things. This is what men enjoy doing.
Have you ever noticed a guy's out in his driveway working on something with tools, how all the other men in the neighborhood are magnetically drawn to this activity? They just come wandering out of the house like zombies. Men, it's true, men hear a drill, it's like a dog whistle. Just.. you know, they go running up to that living room curtain, "Honey, I think Jim's working on something over there."
Seinfeld
"Most men like working on things, tools, objects, fixing things. This is what men enjoy doing.
Have you ever noticed a guy's out in his driveway working on something with tools, how all the other men in the neighborhood are magnetically drawn to this activity? They just come wandering out of the house like zombies. Men, it's true, men hear a drill, it's like a dog whistle. Just.. you know, they go running up to that living room curtain, "Honey, I think Jim's working on something over there."
So they run over to the guy. Now they don't actually help the guy. No, they just want to hang around the area where work is being done. That's what men want to do. We want to watch the guy, we want to talk to him, we want to ask him dumb questions. You know, "What are you using, the Philips head?"
You know, we feel involved. That's why when they have construction sites, they have to have those wood panel fences around it, that's just to keep the men out. They cut those little holes for us so we can see what the hell is going on. But if they don't cut those holes - we are climbing those fences. Right over there.
"What are you using the steel girders down there? Yeah, that'll hold.""Seinfeld
Injuries
01-08-2007
"Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten."
Aesop
Greek slave & fable author (620 BC - 560 BC)
"Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten."
Aesop
Greek slave & fable author (620 BC - 560 BC)
Deep
31-07-2007
Feel my heart burning
Deep inside yearning
I know it is coming
A fettered heart, waking...
A tainted youth, fading...
Leave it all behind
Delirious again
Mesmerise my senses
Our souls entwine one more time
All our times will come
Certain oblivion
Leaving nothing but the memories of
All the things you give
They´re all you´ll leave behind
Open laughter held in distant days
(how those) Eternal stars have changed
I know that it can't be the same
But there is no lament for you tonight
Feel my heart burning
Deep inside yearning
I know it is coming
And time recedes every day
You can scour your soul but you won´t see
As we pass ever on and away
Toward some blank infinity
Anathema
Feel my heart burning
Deep inside yearning
I know it is coming
A fettered heart, waking...
A tainted youth, fading...
Leave it all behind
Delirious again
Mesmerise my senses
Our souls entwine one more time
All our times will come
Certain oblivion
Leaving nothing but the memories of
All the things you give
They´re all you´ll leave behind
Open laughter held in distant days
(how those) Eternal stars have changed
I know that it can't be the same
But there is no lament for you tonight
Feel my heart burning
Deep inside yearning
I know it is coming
And time recedes every day
You can scour your soul but you won´t see
As we pass ever on and away
Toward some blank infinity
Anathema
The Tip
30-07-2007
"ELAINE: [looks around] Oh, well, come on...this is an apartment, this is a home! This is a place to live...Oohhh, a fireplace, are you kidding me! Does this work? [takes a closer look at the fireplace]
GEORGE: I didn't know there was a fireplace. A fireplace, this is incredible.
JERRY: How do you get all that wood in here?
ELAINE: They deliver it.
JERRY: They deliver wood?
ELAINE: Yeah.
JERRY: Whatta ya tip a "woodguy"?
GEORGE: [looking intensively at the form with the apartment description] I didn't know there was a fireplace?
ELAINE: Look! Look at...look at this! There's a garden.
GEORGE: A garden! I can't believe there's a garden!
JERRY: Would I have to get a gardner?
ELAINE: Yeah, you can get a gardner.
JERRY: You tip him?
ELAINE: You can.
GEORGE: [to Elaine] You don't tip a gardner!
ELAINE: You can tip a gardner.
GEORGE: You don't need a gardner.
ELAINE: Jerry, you can barbecue back here [points to garden].
JERRY: They deliver the coal?
ELAINE: Sure, it's...probably the same guy, who delivers the
wood.
JERRY: Oh, then I gotta tip him."
Seinfeld
"ELAINE: [looks around] Oh, well, come on...this is an apartment, this is a home! This is a place to live...Oohhh, a fireplace, are you kidding me! Does this work? [takes a closer look at the fireplace]
GEORGE: I didn't know there was a fireplace. A fireplace, this is incredible.
JERRY: How do you get all that wood in here?
ELAINE: They deliver it.
JERRY: They deliver wood?
ELAINE: Yeah.
JERRY: Whatta ya tip a "woodguy"?
GEORGE: [looking intensively at the form with the apartment description] I didn't know there was a fireplace?
ELAINE: Look! Look at...look at this! There's a garden.
GEORGE: A garden! I can't believe there's a garden!
JERRY: Would I have to get a gardner?
ELAINE: Yeah, you can get a gardner.
JERRY: You tip him?
ELAINE: You can.
GEORGE: [to Elaine] You don't tip a gardner!
ELAINE: You can tip a gardner.
GEORGE: You don't need a gardner.
ELAINE: Jerry, you can barbecue back here [points to garden].
JERRY: They deliver the coal?
ELAINE: Sure, it's...probably the same guy, who delivers the
wood.
JERRY: Oh, then I gotta tip him."
Seinfeld
Year By Year
28-07-2007
All my dreams are haunting me
Nothing seems to be for real
Can people change this world around
Can people change my life to come
It's been too many nights of fear
It's been too many days not clear
Can you believe a word they say
Can you control the righteous way
I even out my life
I even try to fight my
- War and peace
- Goin' round and round
- Year by year, am I the only one?!
So you think I'm doin' fine
Stealing things
That are not mine
Be careful what you do wish for
You end up losing even more
I even out my life
I even try to fight my
- War and peace
- Goin' round and round
- Year by year, am I the only one?!
- War and peace
- Goin' round and round
- Year by year, am I the only one?!
Feel bad for you, so sad for you
I'm so done with you, overcome all the
overnight sensations and my patience
creates my ghost, yeah my patience creates my
Many men have travelled far
To try it all over from the start
Who you are is what you get
There is nothing that you can reset
I even out my life
I even try to fight
You boys just can't resist
Resist what girls won't miss
- War and peace
- Goin' round and round
- Year by year, am I the only one?!
Well I fight my
- War and peace
- Goin' round and round
- Year by year, am I the only one?!
Backyard Babies
All my dreams are haunting me
Nothing seems to be for real
Can people change this world around
Can people change my life to come
It's been too many nights of fear
It's been too many days not clear
Can you believe a word they say
Can you control the righteous way
I even out my life
I even try to fight my
- War and peace
- Goin' round and round
- Year by year, am I the only one?!
So you think I'm doin' fine
Stealing things
That are not mine
Be careful what you do wish for
You end up losing even more
I even out my life
I even try to fight my
- War and peace
- Goin' round and round
- Year by year, am I the only one?!
- War and peace
- Goin' round and round
- Year by year, am I the only one?!
Feel bad for you, so sad for you
I'm so done with you, overcome all the
overnight sensations and my patience
creates my ghost, yeah my patience creates my
Many men have travelled far
To try it all over from the start
Who you are is what you get
There is nothing that you can reset
I even out my life
I even try to fight
You boys just can't resist
Resist what girls won't miss
- War and peace
- Goin' round and round
- Year by year, am I the only one?!
Well I fight my
- War and peace
- Goin' round and round
- Year by year, am I the only one?!
Backyard Babies
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