16-05-2007
In illusion
You're suspicious
This insomnia turned religious
In my silence
I'm just paranoid
I've been waiting so long to hear your voice
Faces of our innocence
Surface in my memory
The dream I thought once to be dead
Has rendered deep inside of me
Take my sorrow
Take my patience
In your eyes I surrender contagious
With clean sheets, & a dirty mind
We both need somewhere to pass the time
Faces of our innocence
Surface in my memory
The dream I thought once to be dead
Is rendered deep inside of me
Take my sorrow
Take my patience
In your eyes I surrender contagious
With clean sheets, & a dirty mind
We both need somewhere to pass the time
All these faces
Longing for some peace of mind
In the end of innocence
All these faces of our innocence is gone
Take my sorrow
Take my patience
In your eyes I surrender contagious
With clean sheets, & a dirty mind
We both need somewhere to pass the time
YEAH
Take my sorrow
Take my sorrow
Take my sorrow
Take my sorrow
Endo
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Creative Spirit
15-05-2007
"No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit."
Ansel Adams
US nature photographer (1902 - 1984)
"No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit."
Ansel Adams
US nature photographer (1902 - 1984)
Pyramids
14-05-2007
"-...but you mentioned something about hieroglyphics and the pyramids...?
-Right... they're oil and water never mixed.
Meaning?
-The hieroglyphic record documents virtually shows every aspect of ancient egyptian culture royal ceremonies and blood-lines, religious initions, magic spells, mysticism, embalming and mummification, animal husbandry, grain sales, the history of the gods, games and feasts... but the one thing is missing is that which should have been most celebrated... allegedly their single greatest accomplishment... the erection of the great pyramids an the sphinx at Giza.
-And the reason?
-Blasphemously simple... the egyptians did not erect them. To this day no one knows how they could have done it... theories golore, yes, but flaws in every one.
-Such as?
-We know where the quarries are, but if the blocks were ferried on barges down the Nile, surely there were a few mishaps along the way. Yet the divers have never found a single block at the bottom of the river out of the twenty-three million transported. Then there's the theory of a mammoth ramp winding round the pyramid as the blocks were laid higher, but such a ramp would have equaled more than the volume of the pyramid itself... and the ramp's construction would have required mor labor than the monuments, which is what we're trying to explain in the first place, making the "solution" more staggering than the problem. And if a ramp was used, where did it go? There's no sign of the debris anywhere. so the hieroglyphics show us everything except barges and ramps because there wer no barges and ramps. They show us everything except how the pyramids were built because the hieroglyph artists didn't know how they were built... because the pyramids were already here.
-Why are you so sure?
-Because these monuments were laid out when the part-lion sphynx directly faced the constellation of the lion at equinox sunrise... some 14.000 years ago... or 10.ooo years before the egyptians.
-You're serious, aren0t you?
-We may all be serious.
-What's that supposed to...?
-Look, the egyptian high culture was truly magnificent, but it was still nothing but a distorted imitation of something far more profound... which existed and vanished long before. There are now three proofs, on of which I can only show you at night... tomorrow night, after we set uo camp here... As for the other two proofs... First the oldest pyramids... these... are the only oones that have truly withstood time... while the later, newer pyramids have all collapsed into rubble, suggesting the opposite of progress... because they were built by the egyptians, as inferior imitations of older structures erected by someone else. And second, desert erosion of rock is always horizontal, caused by the wind gradually scouring away the softer strata layers...
-Makes sense.
-But on the sphynx... which was buried and protected under sand for millenia, we find nothing but the vertical erosion of dripping water... as proven by John Anthony West and geologist Robert Schoch. West's fellow egyptologists rejected the proof. It would descredit their carrers... but the world council of geologits fully confirmed Schoch's findings. Their carreers remain safe whether the pharaoh Khufu built the Sphynx or not. The geologist, you see, simply examined the hard evidence, with no extraneous agenda.
-And the evidence proves...?
-That the sphynx has weathered prolonged and heavy rainfall... and the last time there was enough rain here to cause vertical erosion was at the precessional midpoint... the time of the last ople shift, 14.000 years agor. Long before Egypt became a desert, and back when this region was lus jungle."
Some Batman's Elsewords story which name I can remember right now XD
"-...but you mentioned something about hieroglyphics and the pyramids...?
-Right... they're oil and water never mixed.
Meaning?
-The hieroglyphic record documents virtually shows every aspect of ancient egyptian culture royal ceremonies and blood-lines, religious initions, magic spells, mysticism, embalming and mummification, animal husbandry, grain sales, the history of the gods, games and feasts... but the one thing is missing is that which should have been most celebrated... allegedly their single greatest accomplishment... the erection of the great pyramids an the sphinx at Giza.
-And the reason?
-Blasphemously simple... the egyptians did not erect them. To this day no one knows how they could have done it... theories golore, yes, but flaws in every one.
-Such as?
-We know where the quarries are, but if the blocks were ferried on barges down the Nile, surely there were a few mishaps along the way. Yet the divers have never found a single block at the bottom of the river out of the twenty-three million transported. Then there's the theory of a mammoth ramp winding round the pyramid as the blocks were laid higher, but such a ramp would have equaled more than the volume of the pyramid itself... and the ramp's construction would have required mor labor than the monuments, which is what we're trying to explain in the first place, making the "solution" more staggering than the problem. And if a ramp was used, where did it go? There's no sign of the debris anywhere. so the hieroglyphics show us everything except barges and ramps because there wer no barges and ramps. They show us everything except how the pyramids were built because the hieroglyph artists didn't know how they were built... because the pyramids were already here.
-Why are you so sure?
-Because these monuments were laid out when the part-lion sphynx directly faced the constellation of the lion at equinox sunrise... some 14.000 years ago... or 10.ooo years before the egyptians.
-You're serious, aren0t you?
-We may all be serious.
-What's that supposed to...?
-Look, the egyptian high culture was truly magnificent, but it was still nothing but a distorted imitation of something far more profound... which existed and vanished long before. There are now three proofs, on of which I can only show you at night... tomorrow night, after we set uo camp here... As for the other two proofs... First the oldest pyramids... these... are the only oones that have truly withstood time... while the later, newer pyramids have all collapsed into rubble, suggesting the opposite of progress... because they were built by the egyptians, as inferior imitations of older structures erected by someone else. And second, desert erosion of rock is always horizontal, caused by the wind gradually scouring away the softer strata layers...
-Makes sense.
-But on the sphynx... which was buried and protected under sand for millenia, we find nothing but the vertical erosion of dripping water... as proven by John Anthony West and geologist Robert Schoch. West's fellow egyptologists rejected the proof. It would descredit their carrers... but the world council of geologits fully confirmed Schoch's findings. Their carreers remain safe whether the pharaoh Khufu built the Sphynx or not. The geologist, you see, simply examined the hard evidence, with no extraneous agenda.
-And the evidence proves...?
-That the sphynx has weathered prolonged and heavy rainfall... and the last time there was enough rain here to cause vertical erosion was at the precessional midpoint... the time of the last ople shift, 14.000 years agor. Long before Egypt became a desert, and back when this region was lus jungle."
Some Batman's Elsewords story which name I can remember right now XD
Burn
13-05-2007
You lie in the snow, cold but not dead
stare into the sun, long since its last heat
feel the freeze burn skin
salt your open wounds
a burning desire clears your eyes
a willful air fills your lungs
you choke your first breath of wildfire and ocean's depth
climb out of your hole, see your spirit take form
this world of cold stone gives nothing in return
to those who sleep while the restless burn
there are the few driven to flame
most are content to drown in the wake of dreams
the trail lies overground
across the years fade out of light
ever growing dim to an age in the dark
grasp from your soul a don't let it steal your eyes
Neurosis
You lie in the snow, cold but not dead
stare into the sun, long since its last heat
feel the freeze burn skin
salt your open wounds
a burning desire clears your eyes
a willful air fills your lungs
you choke your first breath of wildfire and ocean's depth
climb out of your hole, see your spirit take form
this world of cold stone gives nothing in return
to those who sleep while the restless burn
there are the few driven to flame
most are content to drown in the wake of dreams
the trail lies overground
across the years fade out of light
ever growing dim to an age in the dark
grasp from your soul a don't let it steal your eyes
Neurosis
Inner Voice
12-05-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"Dreams are your inner voice trying to set free what it can't when you're awake"
The Wise Man said to me:
"Dreams are your inner voice trying to set free what it can't when you're awake"
To Be Out
11-05-2007
You know, why we're here? To be Out, this is Out.. And Out is one of the single most enjoyable experiences of life. People get--you know how people talk about, "We should go out"? This is what they're talking about. This whole thing. We're all out now. No one is home. Not one person here is home! We're all out! There are people tryin' to find us! They don't know where we are! "Did you reach--I can't find him," "Where did he go?" "He didn't tell me where he was going. He must have gone out."
You wanna go out. You get ready. You pick out the clothes, right? You get the shower, get all ready. Get the cash, get your friends, the car, the spot, the reservation. Then you stand around. What do you do: you go, "We gotta be gettin' back."
Once you're out, you wanna get back!
You wanna go to sleep, you wanna get up, you wanna go out again tomorrow, right? Wherever you are in life, it's my feeling: you gotta go.
Seinfeld
You know, why we're here? To be Out, this is Out.. And Out is one of the single most enjoyable experiences of life. People get--you know how people talk about, "We should go out"? This is what they're talking about. This whole thing. We're all out now. No one is home. Not one person here is home! We're all out! There are people tryin' to find us! They don't know where we are! "Did you reach--I can't find him," "Where did he go?" "He didn't tell me where he was going. He must have gone out."
You wanna go out. You get ready. You pick out the clothes, right? You get the shower, get all ready. Get the cash, get your friends, the car, the spot, the reservation. Then you stand around. What do you do: you go, "We gotta be gettin' back."
Once you're out, you wanna get back!
You wanna go to sleep, you wanna get up, you wanna go out again tomorrow, right? Wherever you are in life, it's my feeling: you gotta go.
Seinfeld
Basket Case
10-05-2007
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
That's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
It's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Uh, yuh, yuh, ya
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
Green Day
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
That's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
It's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Uh, yuh, yuh, ya
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
Green Day
Choose
09-05-2007
I asked the Wise Man about options and changing the present and he answered with another question:
"When its time for voting, in the west or in the east, why must we always settle for, the man we hate the least?"
I asked the Wise Man about options and changing the present and he answered with another question:
"When its time for voting, in the west or in the east, why must we always settle for, the man we hate the least?"
Anarchism
08-05-2007
"Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others."
Edward Abbey
"Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others."
Edward Abbey
Sanctify Yourself
07-05-2007
Is this the age of the thunder and rage
Can you feel the ground move 'round your feet?
If you take one step closer
it'll lead to another
The crossroad above is where we meet.
I shout out for shelter
I need you for something
The whole world is out
they're all on the street.
Control yourself - love is all you need
control yourself - in your eyes.
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
be apart of me
sanctify
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
sanctify yourself
set yourself free.
In pictures of living
in bloodshot a vision
Sweet miracles and strange circumstances.
I see the sun-up
the showdown
the cool winds that blow down
On the big beat that life long romance is.
You've got a gun in your hand
you're making self plans
Stay with me all through the night.
Control yourself - love is all you need
control yourself - open up your heart.
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
be apart of me
sanctify
. . .
You can't stop the world for a boy or a girl
Sweet victims of poor circumstances.
But you can pour back the love
sweeping down from above
Giving hope and making more chances.
Well
I hope and I pray that - maybe someday -
You'll come back down here and show me the way.
Control yourself - love is all you need
control yourself - open up your heart.
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
sanctify yourself
sanctify
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
sanctify yourself
sanctify
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
sanctify yourself
sanctify
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
sanctify yourself
set yourself free!
Simple Minds
Is this the age of the thunder and rage
Can you feel the ground move 'round your feet?
If you take one step closer
it'll lead to another
The crossroad above is where we meet.
I shout out for shelter
I need you for something
The whole world is out
they're all on the street.
Control yourself - love is all you need
control yourself - in your eyes.
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
be apart of me
sanctify
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
sanctify yourself
set yourself free.
In pictures of living
in bloodshot a vision
Sweet miracles and strange circumstances.
I see the sun-up
the showdown
the cool winds that blow down
On the big beat that life long romance is.
You've got a gun in your hand
you're making self plans
Stay with me all through the night.
Control yourself - love is all you need
control yourself - open up your heart.
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
be apart of me
sanctify
. . .
You can't stop the world for a boy or a girl
Sweet victims of poor circumstances.
But you can pour back the love
sweeping down from above
Giving hope and making more chances.
Well
I hope and I pray that - maybe someday -
You'll come back down here and show me the way.
Control yourself - love is all you need
control yourself - open up your heart.
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
sanctify yourself
sanctify
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
sanctify yourself
sanctify
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
sanctify yourself
sanctify
Sanctify yourself
sanctify
sanctify yourself
set yourself free!
Simple Minds
Your Own
06-05-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"Wisdom cannot be bought. It can, at best, be rented until you can find your own."
The Wise Man said to me:
"Wisdom cannot be bought. It can, at best, be rented until you can find your own."
Memories
05-05-2007
"Dogget - You work for the cartel, make their enemys disappear. Desaparecido. Do you understand me?
... - I speak english, but I don't understand you.
Dogget - Like hell you don't! You gave me these... when you took my memmory. I have no idea how you do it, but everything I am, everything I have, my identity, you robbed that from me.
... - I don't know who has been saying these things to you. How can you prove them?
Dogget - I was searching for a man, a banker from Texas. Hollis Ryce was the banker. He was out of his mind. He didn't even know his name. You robbed him of that. Then you tried to do the same thing to me. You failed you son of a bitch. I remember everything.
Agent - Agent Dogget.. leave him to us.
... - Why would you want to remember? You can't tell me you're happier now because you recall your life. I saw it all. So much pain. Why would you want to struggle so long and hard to get that pain back?
Dogget - Because it's mine!!
(...)outside
Agent - John. I'm so sorry. About Luke. About you having to relive that...
Dogget - I'll take the bad as long I can remember the good.
X-Files
"Dogget - You work for the cartel, make their enemys disappear. Desaparecido. Do you understand me?
... - I speak english, but I don't understand you.
Dogget - Like hell you don't! You gave me these... when you took my memmory. I have no idea how you do it, but everything I am, everything I have, my identity, you robbed that from me.
... - I don't know who has been saying these things to you. How can you prove them?
Dogget - I was searching for a man, a banker from Texas. Hollis Ryce was the banker. He was out of his mind. He didn't even know his name. You robbed him of that. Then you tried to do the same thing to me. You failed you son of a bitch. I remember everything.
Agent - Agent Dogget.. leave him to us.
... - Why would you want to remember? You can't tell me you're happier now because you recall your life. I saw it all. So much pain. Why would you want to struggle so long and hard to get that pain back?
Dogget - Because it's mine!!
(...)outside
Agent - John. I'm so sorry. About Luke. About you having to relive that...
Dogget - I'll take the bad as long I can remember the good.
X-Files
The Sinful Ensemble
04-05-2007
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Ever wondered where the evil dead go?
There's a little place called "Nightmare Scenario"
Unlicenced establishment for former world powers,
where the drinks are cheap - and it's open all hours.
Bonaparte's on brandy - he swills it down his throat,
Hitler sips a Pilsner while he tells a racist joke.
Mussolini leers at Maggie serving at the bar,
Stalin's out the back trying to sell a dodgy motor car.
Dear God above (if you exist),
hope you see the funny side to this
now don't get cross - don't bite your nails,
oh, Son of Man your mission failed.
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Herod's in the family room to baby sit the first born,
Mengele's got a Gladstone bag of cotton wool and chloroform.
Vlad impales glace cherries on a stick just for a lark,
when Pol Pot turns the lights out they'll play murder in the dark.
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Genghis Khan just parked his lunch all over Nero's belly,
while the lions beat the christians thirty - nil live on the telly.
Caligula kills 'My Way' on the karaoke stage -
young 'Chezzy' Borgia's barred for life for drinking under age.
This is far more than just a joke.
Can't you see the fire for the smoke?
Choose any public house you please
and find dictators such as these.
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Hell is where the heart lies -
(in Purgatory's borders).
The great thing 'bout eternity -
they never call last orders
Skyclad
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Ever wondered where the evil dead go?
There's a little place called "Nightmare Scenario"
Unlicenced establishment for former world powers,
where the drinks are cheap - and it's open all hours.
Bonaparte's on brandy - he swills it down his throat,
Hitler sips a Pilsner while he tells a racist joke.
Mussolini leers at Maggie serving at the bar,
Stalin's out the back trying to sell a dodgy motor car.
Dear God above (if you exist),
hope you see the funny side to this
now don't get cross - don't bite your nails,
oh, Son of Man your mission failed.
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Herod's in the family room to baby sit the first born,
Mengele's got a Gladstone bag of cotton wool and chloroform.
Vlad impales glace cherries on a stick just for a lark,
when Pol Pot turns the lights out they'll play murder in the dark.
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Genghis Khan just parked his lunch all over Nero's belly,
while the lions beat the christians thirty - nil live on the telly.
Caligula kills 'My Way' on the karaoke stage -
young 'Chezzy' Borgia's barred for life for drinking under age.
This is far more than just a joke.
Can't you see the fire for the smoke?
Choose any public house you please
and find dictators such as these.
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit of rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Hell is where the heart lies -
(in Purgatory's borders).
The great thing 'bout eternity -
they never call last orders
Skyclad
Honest Deceiver
03-05-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"When one tries to deceive, he is often deceived. When one tries to be honest, he often deceives"
The Wise Man said to me:
"When one tries to deceive, he is often deceived. When one tries to be honest, he often deceives"
Stuck With Each Other
02-05-2007
"Listener - You will be buried in piles. You dig your own holes. I am here merely to tell you that the day will come. It will.
Barry Champlaign - Believe it or not, you make perfect sense to me. I should hang. I'm a hypocrite.
I ask for sincerity, and I lie. I denounce the system as I embrace it. I want money and power and prestige. I want ratings and success. I don't give a damn about you or the world. That's the truth.
For this, I could say I'm sorry, but I won't. Why should I? I mean, who the hell are you anyways, you audience?! You're on me every night like a pack of wolves,'cause you can't stand facing what you are and what you've made! Yes, the world is a terrible place! Yes, cancer and garbage disposals will get you! Yes, a war is coming! Yes, the world is shot to hell, and you're all goners. Everything's screwed up, and you like it that way, don't you?! You're fascinated by the gory details! You're mesmerized by your own fear! You revel in floods, car accidents! Unstoppable diseases! You're happiest when others are in pain! That's where I come in, isn't it? I'm here to lead you by the hands through the dark forest... of your own hatred and anger and humiliation. I'm providing a public service. You're so scared. You're like a little child under the covers. You're afraid of the bogeyman, but you can't live without him! Your fear, your own lives, have become your entertainment! Next month, millions of people are gonna be listening to this show, and you'll have nothing to talk about! Marvelous technology is at our disposal! Instead of reaching up to new heights, we're gonna see how far down we can go!
How deep into the mud we can immerse ourselves. What do you wanna talk about, hmm?! Baseball scores?
Your pet? Orgasms? You're pathetic! I despise each and every one of you! You got nothing! absolutely nothing! No brains, no power, no future! No hope! No God! The only thing you believe in is me. What are you if you don't have me? I'm not afraid, see? I come in every night, make my case, make my point, say what I believe in! I tell you what you are. I have to. I have no choice. You frighten me! I come here every night, tear into you, I abuse you, I insult you, and you just keep coming back for more!
What's wrong with you? Why do you keep calling?! I don't wanna hear it anymore. Stop talking!!
GO AWAY!!
You're a bunch of yellow-bellied, spineless, bigoted, quivering, drunken, insomniatic, paranoid, disgusting, perverted, voyeuristic, little obscene phone callers! That's what you are. Well, to hell with you. I don't need your fear and your stupidity. You don't get it! It's wasted on you. Burros before swine. If one person out there had any idea... of what I'm talking about...
Fred, you're on Night Talk.
Listener - Yes. You see, Barry,I know it's depressing that so many people don't understand you're just joking.
Barry - Jackie, you're on Night Talk.
Listener - Hello. I've been listening for years, and I find you a warm and intelligent...
Barry - Arnold.
Listener - What you were saying before about loneliness, I'm an electrical engineer...
Barry - Lucy.
Listener - My mother is from Waco and wants to know if you went to high school...
Barry - Larry.
Listener - Why do people insist on calling homosexuals normal?
Barry - Ralph!
Listener - I'm in my house. I'm at home, which is where you should be, Barry. Hey, I'm not far away. You could come over if you want. We're the same kind of people. I have beer, soup. I'm here. Come over later. I'll wait.
Barry - ...
Stu - Barry, there's 60 seconds left in the show.
Barry - ...
Stu - This is dead air, Barry.
Barry - ...
Stu - Dead air.
Barry - ...
I guess we're stuck with each other. This is Barry Champlaign."
Talk Radio
"Listener - You will be buried in piles. You dig your own holes. I am here merely to tell you that the day will come. It will.
Barry Champlaign - Believe it or not, you make perfect sense to me. I should hang. I'm a hypocrite.
I ask for sincerity, and I lie. I denounce the system as I embrace it. I want money and power and prestige. I want ratings and success. I don't give a damn about you or the world. That's the truth.
For this, I could say I'm sorry, but I won't. Why should I? I mean, who the hell are you anyways, you audience?! You're on me every night like a pack of wolves,'cause you can't stand facing what you are and what you've made! Yes, the world is a terrible place! Yes, cancer and garbage disposals will get you! Yes, a war is coming! Yes, the world is shot to hell, and you're all goners. Everything's screwed up, and you like it that way, don't you?! You're fascinated by the gory details! You're mesmerized by your own fear! You revel in floods, car accidents! Unstoppable diseases! You're happiest when others are in pain! That's where I come in, isn't it? I'm here to lead you by the hands through the dark forest... of your own hatred and anger and humiliation. I'm providing a public service. You're so scared. You're like a little child under the covers. You're afraid of the bogeyman, but you can't live without him! Your fear, your own lives, have become your entertainment! Next month, millions of people are gonna be listening to this show, and you'll have nothing to talk about! Marvelous technology is at our disposal! Instead of reaching up to new heights, we're gonna see how far down we can go!
How deep into the mud we can immerse ourselves. What do you wanna talk about, hmm?! Baseball scores?
Your pet? Orgasms? You're pathetic! I despise each and every one of you! You got nothing! absolutely nothing! No brains, no power, no future! No hope! No God! The only thing you believe in is me. What are you if you don't have me? I'm not afraid, see? I come in every night, make my case, make my point, say what I believe in! I tell you what you are. I have to. I have no choice. You frighten me! I come here every night, tear into you, I abuse you, I insult you, and you just keep coming back for more!
What's wrong with you? Why do you keep calling?! I don't wanna hear it anymore. Stop talking!!
GO AWAY!!
You're a bunch of yellow-bellied, spineless, bigoted, quivering, drunken, insomniatic, paranoid, disgusting, perverted, voyeuristic, little obscene phone callers! That's what you are. Well, to hell with you. I don't need your fear and your stupidity. You don't get it! It's wasted on you. Burros before swine. If one person out there had any idea... of what I'm talking about...
Fred, you're on Night Talk.
Listener - Yes. You see, Barry,I know it's depressing that so many people don't understand you're just joking.
Barry - Jackie, you're on Night Talk.
Listener - Hello. I've been listening for years, and I find you a warm and intelligent...
Barry - Arnold.
Listener - What you were saying before about loneliness, I'm an electrical engineer...
Barry - Lucy.
Listener - My mother is from Waco and wants to know if you went to high school...
Barry - Larry.
Listener - Why do people insist on calling homosexuals normal?
Barry - Ralph!
Listener - I'm in my house. I'm at home, which is where you should be, Barry. Hey, I'm not far away. You could come over if you want. We're the same kind of people. I have beer, soup. I'm here. Come over later. I'll wait.
Barry - ...
Stu - Barry, there's 60 seconds left in the show.
Barry - ...
Stu - This is dead air, Barry.
Barry - ...
Stu - Dead air.
Barry - ...
I guess we're stuck with each other. This is Barry Champlaign."
Talk Radio
We Walk Alone
01-05-2007
nighttime comes to meet me
shadows call my name
my face is lit
by streetlight glow
one world on the outside
a million worlds within
the stars stare down
like distant eyes
streets of every city
all the rivers of the night
they know me now
so alone
one more step is one less step
we walk alone
we walk alone
we walk alone
we walk alone
one heart filled with silence
one heart filled with pain
one heart filled with fire
that drowns itself in rain
one heart deep in passion
one heart in withdrawal
one heart overwhelmed
by the beauty of it all
one heart made to wait
and one heart made to crawl
one heart overloaded
by the horror of it all
eyes wide open
eyes go blind
to the ghetto on the inside
the ghetto in the mind
we walk alone
we walk alone
we walk alone
oh yeah
there is no grace to fall from
just choices that you make
there is no truth to live by
but the next breath that you take
eyes wide open
eyes so blind
to the prison on the inside
the prison in the mind
we walk alone
we walk alone
we walk alone
we walk alone
so alone
Rollins Band
(de volta a 100%)
nighttime comes to meet me
shadows call my name
my face is lit
by streetlight glow
one world on the outside
a million worlds within
the stars stare down
like distant eyes
streets of every city
all the rivers of the night
they know me now
so alone
one more step is one less step
we walk alone
we walk alone
we walk alone
we walk alone
one heart filled with silence
one heart filled with pain
one heart filled with fire
that drowns itself in rain
one heart deep in passion
one heart in withdrawal
one heart overwhelmed
by the beauty of it all
one heart made to wait
and one heart made to crawl
one heart overloaded
by the horror of it all
eyes wide open
eyes go blind
to the ghetto on the inside
the ghetto in the mind
we walk alone
we walk alone
we walk alone
oh yeah
there is no grace to fall from
just choices that you make
there is no truth to live by
but the next breath that you take
eyes wide open
eyes so blind
to the prison on the inside
the prison in the mind
we walk alone
we walk alone
we walk alone
we walk alone
so alone
Rollins Band
(de volta a 100%)
Palhaço
18-04-2007
Neste regresso é bom reparar que algumas coisas mudaram, quase sem me aperceber. É como se realmente tivesse andado nos subterrâneos e agora andasse maravilhado a olhar para o sol como se não o visse há bastante tempo. Claro que o facto de andar a olhar para o céu me faz bater com a cabeça nos postes que se atravessam no meu caminho (o que está mal, porque eu tenho prioridade – uma das poucas coisas que me lembro do código, quando se está a andar alheado da realidade a olhar para o sol, os postes têm que se desviar) mas não deixa de ser cómico e de ser mais um motivo para rir ou pelo menos sorrir. E temos que rir, é o melhor remédio. Nem que seja pelos motivos mais estranhos. Como aquele que se ria sozinho e depois encolhia os ombros. Quando lhe perguntaram porque é que fazia isso, ele respondeu que era porque se lembrava de uma anedota. Perguntaram-lhe porque encolhia os ombros e ele respondeu porque já conhecia a anedota.
Mesmo correndo o risco de que nos chamem de palhaços (e palhaças – para quando a cota obrigatória de palhaças no parlamento?) vale a pena sentir a boa disposição nos percorrer o corpo e contagiar todos os restantes.
Porque, como o homem sábio diz:
“Há dois tipos de palhaços. Os que são e os que não são.”
Noticia de última hora!
Um homem estava preso e ia receber um companheiro de cela. Quando ele finalmente chegou perguntou-lhe porque é que ele estava preso ele respondeu:
-Sabe, na minha terra temos uma festa religiosa todos os anos, faz-se uma procissão e as pessoas têm o costume de atirar flores pela janela à figura do nosso senhor Jesus Cristo conforme a procissão avança.
-Sim e depois?
-Então, depois eu atirei a minha Rosa Maria.
Ahahahah
Rosa Maria... ahaha
Alguém me atire um vaso à cabeça
Neste regresso é bom reparar que algumas coisas mudaram, quase sem me aperceber. É como se realmente tivesse andado nos subterrâneos e agora andasse maravilhado a olhar para o sol como se não o visse há bastante tempo. Claro que o facto de andar a olhar para o céu me faz bater com a cabeça nos postes que se atravessam no meu caminho (o que está mal, porque eu tenho prioridade – uma das poucas coisas que me lembro do código, quando se está a andar alheado da realidade a olhar para o sol, os postes têm que se desviar) mas não deixa de ser cómico e de ser mais um motivo para rir ou pelo menos sorrir. E temos que rir, é o melhor remédio. Nem que seja pelos motivos mais estranhos. Como aquele que se ria sozinho e depois encolhia os ombros. Quando lhe perguntaram porque é que fazia isso, ele respondeu que era porque se lembrava de uma anedota. Perguntaram-lhe porque encolhia os ombros e ele respondeu porque já conhecia a anedota.
Mesmo correndo o risco de que nos chamem de palhaços (e palhaças – para quando a cota obrigatória de palhaças no parlamento?) vale a pena sentir a boa disposição nos percorrer o corpo e contagiar todos os restantes.
Porque, como o homem sábio diz:
“Há dois tipos de palhaços. Os que são e os que não são.”
Noticia de última hora!
Um homem estava preso e ia receber um companheiro de cela. Quando ele finalmente chegou perguntou-lhe porque é que ele estava preso ele respondeu:
-Sabe, na minha terra temos uma festa religiosa todos os anos, faz-se uma procissão e as pessoas têm o costume de atirar flores pela janela à figura do nosso senhor Jesus Cristo conforme a procissão avança.
-Sim e depois?
-Então, depois eu atirei a minha Rosa Maria.
Ahahahah
Rosa Maria... ahaha
Alguém me atire um vaso à cabeça
Little Wing
25-01-2007
E não sei porquê, esta música não me sai da cabeça ultimamente.
Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
Jimi Hendrix
E não sei porquê, esta música não me sai da cabeça ultimamente.
Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
Jimi Hendrix
Gallows Pole
10-01-2007
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
Think I see my friends coming, Riding a many mile.
Friends, did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my dear friends, To keep me from the
Gallows Pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the Gallows Pole?
I couldn't get no silver, I couldn't get no gold,
You know that we're too damn poor to keep you from the Gallows
Pole.
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
I think I see my brother coming, riding a many mile.
Brother, did you get me some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my brother, to keep me from the Gallows
Pole?
Brother, I brought you some silver,
I brought a little gold, I brought a little of everything
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
I think I see my sister coming, riding a many mile, mile, mile.
Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand,
Take him to some shady bower, save me from the wrath of this
man,
Please take him, save me from the wrath of this man, man.
Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile,
Pray tell me that I'm free to ride,
Ride for many mile, mile, mile.
Oh, yes, you got a fine sister, She warmed my blood from cold,
Brought my blood to boiling hot To keep you from the Gallows
Pole,
Your brother brought me silver, Your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard And see you swinging on the
Gallows Pole
Swingin' on the gallows pole!
Led Zeppelin
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
Think I see my friends coming, Riding a many mile.
Friends, did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my dear friends, To keep me from the
Gallows Pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the Gallows Pole?
I couldn't get no silver, I couldn't get no gold,
You know that we're too damn poor to keep you from the Gallows
Pole.
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
I think I see my brother coming, riding a many mile.
Brother, did you get me some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my brother, to keep me from the Gallows
Pole?
Brother, I brought you some silver,
I brought a little gold, I brought a little of everything
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
I think I see my sister coming, riding a many mile, mile, mile.
Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand,
Take him to some shady bower, save me from the wrath of this
man,
Please take him, save me from the wrath of this man, man.
Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile,
Pray tell me that I'm free to ride,
Ride for many mile, mile, mile.
Oh, yes, you got a fine sister, She warmed my blood from cold,
Brought my blood to boiling hot To keep you from the Gallows
Pole,
Your brother brought me silver, Your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard And see you swinging on the
Gallows Pole
Swingin' on the gallows pole!
Led Zeppelin
Special
09-01-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"When one is looked upon others as special, he will be in trouble"
The Wise Man said to me:
"When one is looked upon others as special, he will be in trouble"
Pró-Idiota
08-01-2007
"Recentemente vi uma notícia que me deixou meio enjoado/enojado. E como se tratava da hora da refeição, poderia ser alguma reportagem de operação ao pâncreas ou simplesmente uma entrevista ao José Castelo Branco, mas não. Era uma notícia de como estavam a proliferar os blogs pró-anorexia cá no burgo. Ao mesmo tempo que ouvi o pivot do telejornal a introduzir a notícia senti logo um calafrio de vómito (inventei agora) e simultaneamente estava a pensar "deixa cá ver o que vai sair daqui". Depois de alguns depoimentos de jovens que davam as razões do porquê de criarem e apoiarem o movimento o calafrio de vómito foi-se multiplicando junto com uma certa perplexidade. Segundo uma jovem - que ao falar dela própria disse que não se considerava gorda nem magra mas que queria perder mais peso - era um ideal de beleza que queriam seguir, não era ficar com os ossos todos à mostra mas apenas alguns (apontando para as ancas e zona acima do peito), acabando por admitir que era algo que se poderia tornar perigoso. Durante a reportagem podia se ver post(as) dos blogs em que se descrevia o que se tinha comido naquele dia (fixei um "Iupiiii peso 46kgs!!") e eu comecei a pensar de como realmente há muita pessoa idiota. Na opinião de um psicólogo (se não estou em erro), isto acabava por facilitar os doentes a serem tratados porque quem sofre de anorexia ou bulimia tem tendência a esconder tudo de toda a gente. Ora pois bem, como Portugal está sempre em último lugar em tudo o que é rankings da União Europeia, aqui está a nossa oportunidade de estarmos em primeiro lugar em algo, como é que ninguém se lembrou de qualquer coisa assim antes? Não paremos por aqui, vamos iniciar blogs pró-cancro, pró-sida, pró-lepra e porque não pró-peste-negra? Já não há mas de certeza que algum adolescente, frustrado de não ter amigos e de querer chamar a atenção de todos, lembra-se que a coisa é capaz de pegar e diz que apanhou peste negra quando foi assaltado por alguma pessoa de cor em Chelas.
Como tal faço aqui o apelo para a criação do primeiro blog pró-idiota. Será algo para nos manter na vanguarda. Um blog de apoio e partilha de opiniões de todos os idiotas, dos seus problemas, dúvidas e idiotices. Todos os que procuram pelo ideal da idiotice podem encontrar aqui o seu refúgio. Eu acho que faz sucesso. Pelo menos candidatos não parecem faltar."
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"Recentemente vi uma notícia que me deixou meio enjoado/enojado. E como se tratava da hora da refeição, poderia ser alguma reportagem de operação ao pâncreas ou simplesmente uma entrevista ao José Castelo Branco, mas não. Era uma notícia de como estavam a proliferar os blogs pró-anorexia cá no burgo. Ao mesmo tempo que ouvi o pivot do telejornal a introduzir a notícia senti logo um calafrio de vómito (inventei agora) e simultaneamente estava a pensar "deixa cá ver o que vai sair daqui". Depois de alguns depoimentos de jovens que davam as razões do porquê de criarem e apoiarem o movimento o calafrio de vómito foi-se multiplicando junto com uma certa perplexidade. Segundo uma jovem - que ao falar dela própria disse que não se considerava gorda nem magra mas que queria perder mais peso - era um ideal de beleza que queriam seguir, não era ficar com os ossos todos à mostra mas apenas alguns (apontando para as ancas e zona acima do peito), acabando por admitir que era algo que se poderia tornar perigoso. Durante a reportagem podia se ver post(as) dos blogs em que se descrevia o que se tinha comido naquele dia (fixei um "Iupiiii peso 46kgs!!") e eu comecei a pensar de como realmente há muita pessoa idiota. Na opinião de um psicólogo (se não estou em erro), isto acabava por facilitar os doentes a serem tratados porque quem sofre de anorexia ou bulimia tem tendência a esconder tudo de toda a gente. Ora pois bem, como Portugal está sempre em último lugar em tudo o que é rankings da União Europeia, aqui está a nossa oportunidade de estarmos em primeiro lugar em algo, como é que ninguém se lembrou de qualquer coisa assim antes? Não paremos por aqui, vamos iniciar blogs pró-cancro, pró-sida, pró-lepra e porque não pró-peste-negra? Já não há mas de certeza que algum adolescente, frustrado de não ter amigos e de querer chamar a atenção de todos, lembra-se que a coisa é capaz de pegar e diz que apanhou peste negra quando foi assaltado por alguma pessoa de cor em Chelas.
Como tal faço aqui o apelo para a criação do primeiro blog pró-idiota. Será algo para nos manter na vanguarda. Um blog de apoio e partilha de opiniões de todos os idiotas, dos seus problemas, dúvidas e idiotices. Todos os que procuram pelo ideal da idiotice podem encontrar aqui o seu refúgio. Eu acho que faz sucesso. Pelo menos candidatos não parecem faltar."
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Downcast
07-01-2007
Everytime I get into the night...
Your night
Searching for some dreams
Into my heart...
Your heart
Everytime I hold you for a while
Your time
So I guess what else
You got in your mind...
My mind
I can feel this pain
Collide within you
When you say to me goodbye...
I will too
I travel back... into old times
To make things shine...
Upon my throne
So I believe in you
And I lived it through
Your sins and lies
You've tried to hide
Heavenwood
Everytime I get into the night...
Your night
Searching for some dreams
Into my heart...
Your heart
Everytime I hold you for a while
Your time
So I guess what else
You got in your mind...
My mind
I can feel this pain
Collide within you
When you say to me goodbye...
I will too
I travel back... into old times
To make things shine...
Upon my throne
So I believe in you
And I lived it through
Your sins and lies
You've tried to hide
Heavenwood
Ser Homem
05-01-2008
"-Estás a tentar não chorar, durão?
-Não...
-Estás sim. Estás a tentar fazer aquilo que o teu pai te ensinou certo? Respirar fundo e dizer:"Não vou dar esse prazer aos sacanas". Ah Jimmy, a vida não precisa de ser uma guerra. Lembras-te quando estávamos noivos? Disseste aquelas coisas que aprendeste com o Mickey, que eras o homem e ias tomar todas as decisões. Lembras-te do que eu disse?
-"Nada disso!"
- A expressão de espanto no teu rosto foi impagável. Parecias um miúdo. Eu torturei-te com isso. Com essa coisa de "ser homem" Eu realmente odiava isso. A minha mãe e a mãe dela perderam os seus homens em guerras. Homens a ser homens, atrás de algum ideal para viver. A minha mãe costumava dizer: "os homens só sabem morrer e deixar as mulheres e filhos a sofrer." E aqui estou eu... a morrer e a deixar-te para trás. Fica com o Patrick e Sarah, 'tá? Quando eles precisarem...
-Sarah...
-Shh... Eu sei. Ninguém está a olhar, durão. Podes chorar para mim."
Preacher (penso eu...)
"-Estás a tentar não chorar, durão?
-Não...
-Estás sim. Estás a tentar fazer aquilo que o teu pai te ensinou certo? Respirar fundo e dizer:"Não vou dar esse prazer aos sacanas". Ah Jimmy, a vida não precisa de ser uma guerra. Lembras-te quando estávamos noivos? Disseste aquelas coisas que aprendeste com o Mickey, que eras o homem e ias tomar todas as decisões. Lembras-te do que eu disse?
-"Nada disso!"
- A expressão de espanto no teu rosto foi impagável. Parecias um miúdo. Eu torturei-te com isso. Com essa coisa de "ser homem" Eu realmente odiava isso. A minha mãe e a mãe dela perderam os seus homens em guerras. Homens a ser homens, atrás de algum ideal para viver. A minha mãe costumava dizer: "os homens só sabem morrer e deixar as mulheres e filhos a sofrer." E aqui estou eu... a morrer e a deixar-te para trás. Fica com o Patrick e Sarah, 'tá? Quando eles precisarem...
-Sarah...
-Shh... Eu sei. Ninguém está a olhar, durão. Podes chorar para mim."
Preacher (penso eu...)
Grow Or Pay
04-01-2007
There was a real thin line
Between right or wrong
In those Walt Disney times
When my parents were young..
But the line has disappeared...
And you wonder where it hides....
And you wanna go out; but you stay inside.....
I got run over by truth one day
Didn't see the red light
Since the accident I've walked this way
- I only did what felt right...
But from this day on; it's either: grow or pay!
Grow or pay
'Coz I got run over by truth one day
Sometimes the sky's so grey
That you cannot see beyond it
And even the wildest of dreams
- Can't take those lines from your forehead
Yeah! I know there's a bill
- And it's gonna make it's way somehow
With and excuse and a bow; I'll be paying it now:
I got run over by truth one day
Didn't see the red light
Since the accident I've walked this way
- I only did what felt right...
But from this day on; it's either: grow or pay!
Grow or pay
'Coz I got run over by truth one day
Grow or pay
From this day on it's either: grow or pay
Grow or pay
Grow or pay
I got run over by the truth one day
And since the accident I've walked this way
Didn't see the red light
But from this day on; it's either grow or pay!
Grow or pay
'Coz I got run over by the truth one day...
D.A.D.
There was a real thin line
Between right or wrong
In those Walt Disney times
When my parents were young..
But the line has disappeared...
And you wonder where it hides....
And you wanna go out; but you stay inside.....
I got run over by truth one day
Didn't see the red light
Since the accident I've walked this way
- I only did what felt right...
But from this day on; it's either: grow or pay!
Grow or pay
'Coz I got run over by truth one day
Sometimes the sky's so grey
That you cannot see beyond it
And even the wildest of dreams
- Can't take those lines from your forehead
Yeah! I know there's a bill
- And it's gonna make it's way somehow
With and excuse and a bow; I'll be paying it now:
I got run over by truth one day
Didn't see the red light
Since the accident I've walked this way
- I only did what felt right...
But from this day on; it's either: grow or pay!
Grow or pay
'Coz I got run over by truth one day
Grow or pay
From this day on it's either: grow or pay
Grow or pay
Grow or pay
I got run over by the truth one day
And since the accident I've walked this way
Didn't see the red light
But from this day on; it's either grow or pay!
Grow or pay
'Coz I got run over by the truth one day...
D.A.D.
Turmoil
03-01-2007
The Wise Man said to me:
"Something must change when you feel your spirit in turmoil"
The Wise Man said to me:
"Something must change when you feel your spirit in turmoil"
Man
02-01-2007
"What makes a man, a man? A friend of mine once wandered... is it origins? The way it comes to life? I don't think so. It's the choices he makes. Not how he starts things but how he decides to end them."
"What makes a man, a man? A friend of mine once wandered... is it origins? The way it comes to life? I don't think so. It's the choices he makes. Not how he starts things but how he decides to end them."
It's A Beautiful Day
01-01-2007
It's funny how things go by, it's funny how the world goes round and round, all the people we take for granted, all the places we thought would be forever. I always had a mixed feeling about nostalgia about places, people and specially moments. And I'm glad to find out that all of that took me here, this precise moment. Joy, sadness, peace and sorrow. All faces of the same person, all part of me but not what I am.
In the past, the first day of the new year always ment a new beginning with someone by my side, a new self discovered or even with clear objectives in my mind.
This year nothing of this happened...but I find out that have inside a peace that I once thought lost. I still have all the old same wishes... but I'm pleased where I am now and confident of where I'm going. One thing that brings me peace it's definitely the wonderful people I'm taking with me.
It's a re-run from the last year's 1st of January but I (still) don't see a better way to start this new year.
It's a beautiful day
The sun is shining
I feel good
And no-one's gonna stop me now, oh yeah
It's a beautiful day
I fell good, I fell right
And no-one, no-one's gonna stop me now
Mama
Sometimes I fell so sad, so sad, so bad
But no-one's gonna stop me now, no-one
It's hopeless - so hopeless to even try
Queen
It's funny how things go by, it's funny how the world goes round and round, all the people we take for granted, all the places we thought would be forever. I always had a mixed feeling about nostalgia about places, people and specially moments. And I'm glad to find out that all of that took me here, this precise moment. Joy, sadness, peace and sorrow. All faces of the same person, all part of me but not what I am.
In the past, the first day of the new year always ment a new beginning with someone by my side, a new self discovered or even with clear objectives in my mind.
This year nothing of this happened...but I find out that have inside a peace that I once thought lost. I still have all the old same wishes... but I'm pleased where I am now and confident of where I'm going. One thing that brings me peace it's definitely the wonderful people I'm taking with me.
It's a re-run from the last year's 1st of January but I (still) don't see a better way to start this new year.
It's a beautiful day
The sun is shining
I feel good
And no-one's gonna stop me now, oh yeah
It's a beautiful day
I fell good, I fell right
And no-one, no-one's gonna stop me now
Mama
Sometimes I fell so sad, so sad, so bad
But no-one's gonna stop me now, no-one
It's hopeless - so hopeless to even try
Queen
2007
31-12-2006
A great year of 2007 for all of you boys and girls. May this year be all that the last one wasn't.
A great year of 2007 for all of you boys and girls. May this year be all that the last one wasn't.
Love
22-12-2006
Today I'm tired. Finally vacations and it's a sure thing, give a man some free time and he'll waste it all on thinking on stupid issues or simply he'll try to get loaded for not to think in some issues. I know some lucky bastards that don't even know what the word issue means. Well same old fears, same old questions, everything's changed but everything's the same. You know... same old crap.
And it's strange feeling familiar in a place that you've never were before. This is has been always a difficult season for me, so with the last year's experience (a successful one, I must add) where things went quite smooth, I hope that this year's going to the same path... and I'm going to make it that way.
So I'm tired and had no idea what kind of quote could describe what I'm feeling inside, so I decided to waste some time doing something useful and wish you guys a merry christmas. Nothing elaborated, just simply love. You know... that's how I always felt christmas. A time when you actually have an excuse to NOT to be an ass like the rest of the year. Some people work too hard and make overtime, but the income of an regular ass is terrible (I know, I'm one). So forget the presents, forget the loans, forget the crisis, forget the war. It'll be in the same place the very next day, I assure you, forget all that, just for some couple of days. Grab a person you love and be with her awhile, look for that friend you lost contact with, make somebody feel loved and blessed, believe me that will be how you'll going to feel.A smile, a hug, a kiss. A simply look... anything. The simple things are always the right ones...
It won't make you'll forever happy, it won't make all the shit we put up with in this world go away. No, it's ours to deal with. But we shouldn't forget the basics. Everyhting's changes, everything's the same. Love isn't an impossible thing. Maybe not the love we hunger, the love we need seems a little too well hidden from us, but it's not hard to find. It's not impossible. We let ourselves get blinded for people that see less than us, and forget what we are here for. Don't forget to love, don't let sadness eats you on the inside, it's the most precious thing you'll have: the abillity to love. And when you're down and bitter, you refuse to believe that, you refuse love, you damn love to hell because it's where you feel you are. And you hate the world, you hate happiness, you hate yourself for not beeing able to love or be loved from who you want to. But you can't fall down, you can't stay down, not forever. Life isn't perfect and when all is coming down on you, and all hope is lost, there will be always someone to smile to you, even if it is a complete stranger, love will come from the various places, it'll come. And not only in this season, any time! We're such a dumbfucks that decided to cut it all from 365 days per year to only a few days. There are no rules, there are no limits. Love those you feel that diserve your love and you'll feel blessed. And you'll feel full inside to see that you, yes, you that were crying for not being loved, you too can bring a smile to other people's hearts, you too can bring love. Can bring hope to those who are looking for the same thing, that are fighting for it and every time that they fail and fall down, they fight their way up. Your smile, your voice, your touch can mean everything to another person. We are all waiting for it. One fuckin'g year waiting to see those friends, to hear somebody that went a different way say I miss you. Maybe we're all tired of waiting for some reasons to love, maybe we know so little that we need a reason to do it. If that reason is this season so be it. Some day we'll need no excuse to love, won't feel ashamed, embaressed or afraid to say I love you. Maybe that's all about christmas, a reason to love when we have so few ones along the year. Someday we'll not need it, no exterior reason to love than the ones we have inside. And then the miracle will be not only one time in a year, but everyday. You just got to love.
It's not that hard... is it?
Until then and for all of you..
Merry Christmas
Today I'm tired. Finally vacations and it's a sure thing, give a man some free time and he'll waste it all on thinking on stupid issues or simply he'll try to get loaded for not to think in some issues. I know some lucky bastards that don't even know what the word issue means. Well same old fears, same old questions, everything's changed but everything's the same. You know... same old crap.
And it's strange feeling familiar in a place that you've never were before. This is has been always a difficult season for me, so with the last year's experience (a successful one, I must add) where things went quite smooth, I hope that this year's going to the same path... and I'm going to make it that way.
So I'm tired and had no idea what kind of quote could describe what I'm feeling inside, so I decided to waste some time doing something useful and wish you guys a merry christmas. Nothing elaborated, just simply love. You know... that's how I always felt christmas. A time when you actually have an excuse to NOT to be an ass like the rest of the year. Some people work too hard and make overtime, but the income of an regular ass is terrible (I know, I'm one). So forget the presents, forget the loans, forget the crisis, forget the war. It'll be in the same place the very next day, I assure you, forget all that, just for some couple of days. Grab a person you love and be with her awhile, look for that friend you lost contact with, make somebody feel loved and blessed, believe me that will be how you'll going to feel.A smile, a hug, a kiss. A simply look... anything. The simple things are always the right ones...
It won't make you'll forever happy, it won't make all the shit we put up with in this world go away. No, it's ours to deal with. But we shouldn't forget the basics. Everyhting's changes, everything's the same. Love isn't an impossible thing. Maybe not the love we hunger, the love we need seems a little too well hidden from us, but it's not hard to find. It's not impossible. We let ourselves get blinded for people that see less than us, and forget what we are here for. Don't forget to love, don't let sadness eats you on the inside, it's the most precious thing you'll have: the abillity to love. And when you're down and bitter, you refuse to believe that, you refuse love, you damn love to hell because it's where you feel you are. And you hate the world, you hate happiness, you hate yourself for not beeing able to love or be loved from who you want to. But you can't fall down, you can't stay down, not forever. Life isn't perfect and when all is coming down on you, and all hope is lost, there will be always someone to smile to you, even if it is a complete stranger, love will come from the various places, it'll come. And not only in this season, any time! We're such a dumbfucks that decided to cut it all from 365 days per year to only a few days. There are no rules, there are no limits. Love those you feel that diserve your love and you'll feel blessed. And you'll feel full inside to see that you, yes, you that were crying for not being loved, you too can bring a smile to other people's hearts, you too can bring love. Can bring hope to those who are looking for the same thing, that are fighting for it and every time that they fail and fall down, they fight their way up. Your smile, your voice, your touch can mean everything to another person. We are all waiting for it. One fuckin'g year waiting to see those friends, to hear somebody that went a different way say I miss you. Maybe we're all tired of waiting for some reasons to love, maybe we know so little that we need a reason to do it. If that reason is this season so be it. Some day we'll need no excuse to love, won't feel ashamed, embaressed or afraid to say I love you. Maybe that's all about christmas, a reason to love when we have so few ones along the year. Someday we'll not need it, no exterior reason to love than the ones we have inside. And then the miracle will be not only one time in a year, but everyday. You just got to love.
It's not that hard... is it?
Until then and for all of you..
Merry Christmas
Self-Assurance
21-12-2006
The Wise Man said to me:
"Even the best made plans of kings can sometimes go awry"
The Wise Man said to me:
"Even the best made plans of kings can sometimes go awry"
The Philosopher
20-12-2006
Do you feel what I feel, see what I see, hear what I hear
There is a line you must draw between your dream world and reality
Do you live my life or share the breath I breathe
Lies feed your judgement of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all
Ideas that fall under shadows of theories that stand tall
Thoughts that grow narrow upon being verbally released
Your mind is not your own,
what sounds more mentally stimulating is how you make your choice
So you preach about how I'm supposed to be, yet you don't you know your own
sexuality
Lies feed your judgement of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all
Death
Do you feel what I feel, see what I see, hear what I hear
There is a line you must draw between your dream world and reality
Do you live my life or share the breath I breathe
Lies feed your judgement of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all
Ideas that fall under shadows of theories that stand tall
Thoughts that grow narrow upon being verbally released
Your mind is not your own,
what sounds more mentally stimulating is how you make your choice
So you preach about how I'm supposed to be, yet you don't you know your own
sexuality
Lies feed your judgement of others
Behold how the blind lead each other
The philosopher
You know so much about nothing at all
Death
Until The Fall
19-12-2006
The Wise Man said to me:
"One can have nothing, one can have it all. But love it's what he'll search until the fall"
The Wise Man said to me:
"One can have nothing, one can have it all. But love it's what he'll search until the fall"
Prison Without Walls
18-12-2006
"The passage of time imprisons not in a cell of bricks, but in one of hopes dashed and tragedies unaverted. How precious then the chance to go back. Only to discover that in facing the past you must face up to yourself. That exiting the prison of time doesn't free you from the prison of your character, on from which there is no escape"
X-Files
"The passage of time imprisons not in a cell of bricks, but in one of hopes dashed and tragedies unaverted. How precious then the chance to go back. Only to discover that in facing the past you must face up to yourself. That exiting the prison of time doesn't free you from the prison of your character, on from which there is no escape"
X-Files
Never Stop Believing
17-12-2006
Follow the way til' you reach your dreams
you keep on movin'
never give up the belief
let the good times roll
you know
stay true to yourself anytime
and you will get the dream
you've always reached for
take all your chances, don't give up
never let a good thing slip away
Don't stop believing
Stand for what you believe
Don't stop believing
You better listen to your inner voice
don't ever look back
never say your fate is sealed
you've got it in your hands
you know
let it out and live your dreams
and you will get the things you always wanted
believe in yourself, break the chains
never fight the fire in your soul
Brainstorm
Follow the way til' you reach your dreams
you keep on movin'
never give up the belief
let the good times roll
you know
stay true to yourself anytime
and you will get the dream
you've always reached for
take all your chances, don't give up
never let a good thing slip away
Don't stop believing
Stand for what you believe
Don't stop believing
You better listen to your inner voice
don't ever look back
never say your fate is sealed
you've got it in your hands
you know
let it out and live your dreams
and you will get the things you always wanted
believe in yourself, break the chains
never fight the fire in your soul
Brainstorm
Para Sempre
16-12-2006
Ontem, saí depois de mais um dia extenuante cheio de peripécias como tem sido nos últimos 3 meses e meti-me ao caminho para casa. Com o belo do cantante a servir de atalho para o meu mundo, lá ia eu imerso nos meus pensamentos, sonhos e todas aquelas coisas onde eu ando sempre metido dentro da minha própria cabeça. Quando dou conta, tenho ao meu lado, na estrada, uma colega minha, que se tornou amiga por tudo o que temos passado neste último ano, dentro do seu carro a esbracejar (não sei se apitou, porque não ouvi). Como já tinha acontecido antes ela parar para me dar dar boleia e eu não dar conta (acabando ela por desistir e seguir caminho... e eu não dar conta) estava um pouco mais alerta (aí mais 0,01%). Ao entrar no carro, ela estava a ouvir uma música dos Xutos e Pontapés da banda sonora do filme Tentação. Falou-me do se objectivo de gravar um DVD com todas as fotografias desde nascimento até pouco antes da morte, do seu irmão, recentemente desaparecido tragicamente num acidente de viação. Embora seja uma música de letras muito simples, o sentido que ela ganha com estas imagens que ela pretende compilar é enorme e profundo. Sem saber o que dizer (porque eu nunca sei o que dizer no que diz respeito a perdas) balbuciei que nesta altura devia ser complicado, com todas as festividades. Ela concordou, porque era passado em família. E que era complicado não ter alguém por perto que foi o melhor amigo, o filho, o pai... aquela pessoa que dependia dela mas de quem ela era dependente. Não sei o porquê da minha necessidade de escrever isto aqui...talvez pela música não me sair da cabeça, talvez por todas as pessoas que queria que tivessem continuado na minha vida mas que de uma maneira ou de outra foram arrancadas dela.
O Homem Sábio disse-me:
"Quando as lágrimas que deitamos por desespero, tristeza e saudade são a única forma de sentirmos próximos daqueles que perdemos... sabemos que essas pessoas que amamos irão estar no nosso coração, irão nos acompanhar dentro de nós, dentro do que somos... para sempre"
O nosso amor de sempre
Brilhara, p'ra sempre
Ai, meu amor
O que eu ja chorei por ti
Mas sempre
P'ra sempre
Vou gostar de ti
Juro, meu amor que sempre
Voltarei, p'ra sempre
Ai, meu amor
O que eu ja chorei por ti
Mas sempre
P'ra sempre
Gostarei de ti
Ai, meu amor
O que eu ja chorei por ti
Mas sempre
P'ra sempre
Vou gostar de ti!
Xutos & Pontapés
Ontem, saí depois de mais um dia extenuante cheio de peripécias como tem sido nos últimos 3 meses e meti-me ao caminho para casa. Com o belo do cantante a servir de atalho para o meu mundo, lá ia eu imerso nos meus pensamentos, sonhos e todas aquelas coisas onde eu ando sempre metido dentro da minha própria cabeça. Quando dou conta, tenho ao meu lado, na estrada, uma colega minha, que se tornou amiga por tudo o que temos passado neste último ano, dentro do seu carro a esbracejar (não sei se apitou, porque não ouvi). Como já tinha acontecido antes ela parar para me dar dar boleia e eu não dar conta (acabando ela por desistir e seguir caminho... e eu não dar conta) estava um pouco mais alerta (aí mais 0,01%). Ao entrar no carro, ela estava a ouvir uma música dos Xutos e Pontapés da banda sonora do filme Tentação. Falou-me do se objectivo de gravar um DVD com todas as fotografias desde nascimento até pouco antes da morte, do seu irmão, recentemente desaparecido tragicamente num acidente de viação. Embora seja uma música de letras muito simples, o sentido que ela ganha com estas imagens que ela pretende compilar é enorme e profundo. Sem saber o que dizer (porque eu nunca sei o que dizer no que diz respeito a perdas) balbuciei que nesta altura devia ser complicado, com todas as festividades. Ela concordou, porque era passado em família. E que era complicado não ter alguém por perto que foi o melhor amigo, o filho, o pai... aquela pessoa que dependia dela mas de quem ela era dependente. Não sei o porquê da minha necessidade de escrever isto aqui...talvez pela música não me sair da cabeça, talvez por todas as pessoas que queria que tivessem continuado na minha vida mas que de uma maneira ou de outra foram arrancadas dela.
O Homem Sábio disse-me:
"Quando as lágrimas que deitamos por desespero, tristeza e saudade são a única forma de sentirmos próximos daqueles que perdemos... sabemos que essas pessoas que amamos irão estar no nosso coração, irão nos acompanhar dentro de nós, dentro do que somos... para sempre"
O nosso amor de sempre
Brilhara, p'ra sempre
Ai, meu amor
O que eu ja chorei por ti
Mas sempre
P'ra sempre
Vou gostar de ti
Juro, meu amor que sempre
Voltarei, p'ra sempre
Ai, meu amor
O que eu ja chorei por ti
Mas sempre
P'ra sempre
Gostarei de ti
Ai, meu amor
O que eu ja chorei por ti
Mas sempre
P'ra sempre
Vou gostar de ti!
Xutos & Pontapés
Instrumental Primeira Parte
15-12-2006
"prometeram-lhe o mundo assim que nasceu
e nem levantar os olhos das pedras da calçada consegue.
esquece-se de si muitas das vezes em que fita o chão.
continua a cair dentro de si.
mesmo quando tenta agarrar os astros da noite.
sempre."
Maria Rocha
"prometeram-lhe o mundo assim que nasceu
e nem levantar os olhos das pedras da calçada consegue.
esquece-se de si muitas das vezes em que fita o chão.
continua a cair dentro de si.
mesmo quando tenta agarrar os astros da noite.
sempre."
Maria Rocha
Bullet With Butterfly Wings
14-12-2006
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
Even though I know - I suppose I’ll show
All my cool and cold-like old job
Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage
Now I’m naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want, I want to change
And what have you got when you feel the same
Tell me I’m the only one
Tell me there’s no other one
Jesus was an only son
Tell me I’m the chosen one
Jesus was an only son for you
Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
Smashing Pumpkins
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
Even though I know - I suppose I’ll show
All my cool and cold-like old job
Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage
Now I’m naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want, I want to change
And what have you got when you feel the same
Tell me I’m the only one
Tell me there’s no other one
Jesus was an only son
Tell me I’m the chosen one
Jesus was an only son for you
Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage
And I still believe that I cannot be saved
Smashing Pumpkins
Labirinto
12-12-2006
Depois de tanto procurar uma saída, o rato irrita-se por ir bater sempre à mesma parede. Aquela que tem o seu nome escrito em sangue. E o rato não aguenta mais. Grita e lança-se contra a parede na tentativa de a partir de uma vez por todas. Mas ela não parte. Ela não cede. Porque o rato não pode atingir o que não está realmente lá. E o rato irrita-se por bater em algo que não está e (provavelmente) nunca esteve lá. O rato sabe que o seu tempo é curto, que irá findar na boca de um gato qualquer (ou gata). Mas a sua raiva ultrupassa o seu diminuto e frágil corpo. Ela cresce ao ver que as paredes que o cercaram não passavam de mentiras lhe oferecidas apartadas em fios e alfinetes. Com a testa a sangrar, ele deixa-se cair sobre a parede, lentamente. Sentindo bem toda a superficie áspera daquela parede que um dia chamou de sua, aquela que agora não está lá. O seu cansaço é tanto que ele apenas fecha os olhos (mais uma vez) com a esperança que amanhã ao acordar ela já lá não esteja.
O rato está farto do labirinto.
Depois de tanto procurar uma saída, o rato irrita-se por ir bater sempre à mesma parede. Aquela que tem o seu nome escrito em sangue. E o rato não aguenta mais. Grita e lança-se contra a parede na tentativa de a partir de uma vez por todas. Mas ela não parte. Ela não cede. Porque o rato não pode atingir o que não está realmente lá. E o rato irrita-se por bater em algo que não está e (provavelmente) nunca esteve lá. O rato sabe que o seu tempo é curto, que irá findar na boca de um gato qualquer (ou gata). Mas a sua raiva ultrupassa o seu diminuto e frágil corpo. Ela cresce ao ver que as paredes que o cercaram não passavam de mentiras lhe oferecidas apartadas em fios e alfinetes. Com a testa a sangrar, ele deixa-se cair sobre a parede, lentamente. Sentindo bem toda a superficie áspera daquela parede que um dia chamou de sua, aquela que agora não está lá. O seu cansaço é tanto que ele apenas fecha os olhos (mais uma vez) com a esperança que amanhã ao acordar ela já lá não esteja.
O rato está farto do labirinto.
The Logical Song
11-12-2006
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well theyd be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the worlds asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Wont you please, please tell me what weve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or theyll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Wont you sign up your name, wed like to feel youre
Acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegtable!
At night, when all the worlds asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man.
Wont you please, please tell me what weve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am
Supertramp
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well theyd be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the worlds asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Wont you please, please tell me what weve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or theyll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Wont you sign up your name, wed like to feel youre
Acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegtable!
At night, when all the worlds asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man.
Wont you please, please tell me what weve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am
Supertramp
Dos Ignorantes
10-12-2006
"Há tantas maneiras de escrever isto. Tantas que acabo por me perder no vazio (do que me faz doer a cabeça) enquanto falam comigo. Há tantas maneiras como as que podiam ter mudado os passos que dei até hoje. E falar sobre seja o que for nunca foi, e jamais será, o meu forte. É verdade que esta não é a melhor altura para ter uma conversa com cabeça, tronco e membros - visto já nem ter os últimos. Não é. Mas, e pergunto-me, quando será então? São as mil e uma provas que se juntam às minhas mãos como a um íman, os pedaços de metal, - são as provas por que tenho esperado. Não, não vou dizer do quê. Já me repeti até ao excesso e acabei por chegar a um lugar em que nem as palavras escritas me faziam sentido. O silêncio... sempre presente a liderar os lábios.
"Há lugares para tudo" - dizes-me ao ouvido de novo em paz.
Se assim é, arruma-me num desses lugares, por favor."
Maria Rocha
"Há tantas maneiras de escrever isto. Tantas que acabo por me perder no vazio (do que me faz doer a cabeça) enquanto falam comigo. Há tantas maneiras como as que podiam ter mudado os passos que dei até hoje. E falar sobre seja o que for nunca foi, e jamais será, o meu forte. É verdade que esta não é a melhor altura para ter uma conversa com cabeça, tronco e membros - visto já nem ter os últimos. Não é. Mas, e pergunto-me, quando será então? São as mil e uma provas que se juntam às minhas mãos como a um íman, os pedaços de metal, - são as provas por que tenho esperado. Não, não vou dizer do quê. Já me repeti até ao excesso e acabei por chegar a um lugar em que nem as palavras escritas me faziam sentido. O silêncio... sempre presente a liderar os lábios.
"Há lugares para tudo" - dizes-me ao ouvido de novo em paz.
Se assim é, arruma-me num desses lugares, por favor."
Maria Rocha
Help
09-12-2006
The Wise Man said to me:
"There is no warmer feeling than the knowledge one has helped others"
The Wise Man said to me:
"There is no warmer feeling than the knowledge one has helped others"
Coming Back To Life
06-12-2006
Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And I headed straight..into the shining sun
Pink Floyd
Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And I headed straight..into the shining sun
Pink Floyd
White
05-12-2006
The Wise Man said to me:
"White is the new black"
Ou por outras palavras, como diria o malogrado Dino Meira... " E viva o homem vestido de branco"
The Wise Man said to me:
"White is the new black"
Ou por outras palavras, como diria o malogrado Dino Meira... " E viva o homem vestido de branco"
Black Lodge
02-12-2006
Worship the ground you barely walk on
You give of yourself but your angels are gone
Deny your body is screaming
But your heart and your soul they're bleeding
Just to fall asleep is a godsend
Until your demons appear again
I am a witness to your demise
Your biggest secret is one you can't keep
Lift up your head if you're only asleep
You try to hold onto reason
Why can't you see that you're leaving
My love for you knows no distance
But it can't fight your resistance
I am a witness to your demise
I am the one who saw through the lies
Give me,
The one thing you can't give
Take me to
The black lodge where you live
Deny your body is screaming
But your heart and your soul they're bleeding
Just to fall alseep is a godsend
Until your demons appear again
I am a witness to your demise
I am the one who saw through the lies
My love has always been blind
Anthrax
Worship the ground you barely walk on
You give of yourself but your angels are gone
Deny your body is screaming
But your heart and your soul they're bleeding
Just to fall asleep is a godsend
Until your demons appear again
I am a witness to your demise
Your biggest secret is one you can't keep
Lift up your head if you're only asleep
You try to hold onto reason
Why can't you see that you're leaving
My love for you knows no distance
But it can't fight your resistance
I am a witness to your demise
I am the one who saw through the lies
Give me,
The one thing you can't give
Take me to
The black lodge where you live
Deny your body is screaming
But your heart and your soul they're bleeding
Just to fall alseep is a godsend
Until your demons appear again
I am a witness to your demise
I am the one who saw through the lies
My love has always been blind
Anthrax
Senhor da Asma
30-11-2006
"(...)
falta-me o tempo para procurar o tempo perdido
e não estou deitado na recordação da infância
confesso
que odeio escrever cartas ou enviar recados
ando há uma semana arrumando livros - comovido
acabei agora mesmo de sacudir
o pequeno novelo de poeira acumulada
no interior das páginas do senhor da asma
por hoje é tudo"
Al Berto
"(...)
falta-me o tempo para procurar o tempo perdido
e não estou deitado na recordação da infância
confesso
que odeio escrever cartas ou enviar recados
ando há uma semana arrumando livros - comovido
acabei agora mesmo de sacudir
o pequeno novelo de poeira acumulada
no interior das páginas do senhor da asma
por hoje é tudo"
Al Berto
Cruise Control
29-11-2006
The Wise Man said to me:
"Cruise control can make you open your eyes far away were you wanted to go"
The Wise Man said to me:
"Cruise control can make you open your eyes far away were you wanted to go"
Dead Girl
24-11-2006
Dead girl
There will never be another one that dreams like you
Dead girl
There will never be another one that screams like you
When death sleeps, it dreams of you
Delilah played the dead girl at the freak show
She smiles like a ghost
Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
She asked if it would hurt
I smiled and said no
The lie ran down my chin like embryo
She smiles like a corpse
Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
When death sleeps, it dreams of you
Dead girl
There will never be another one to look in your eyes
Dead girl
There will never be another one that bleeds like you
I been dryin' in a dead age
I been reekin' of the new plague
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Sister burn the temple
And stand beneath the moon
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Burning your black flags
Burning your black flags
I been dryin' in a dead age
I been reekin' of the new plague
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Sister burn the temple
And stand beneath the moon
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Burning your black flags
Burning your black flags
Acid Bath
Dead girl
There will never be another one that dreams like you
Dead girl
There will never be another one that screams like you
When death sleeps, it dreams of you
Delilah played the dead girl at the freak show
She smiles like a ghost
Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
She asked if it would hurt
I smiled and said no
The lie ran down my chin like embryo
She smiles like a corpse
Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
When death sleeps, it dreams of you
Dead girl
There will never be another one to look in your eyes
Dead girl
There will never be another one that bleeds like you
I been dryin' in a dead age
I been reekin' of the new plague
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Sister burn the temple
And stand beneath the moon
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Burning your black flags
Burning your black flags
I been dryin' in a dead age
I been reekin' of the new plague
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Sister burn the temple
And stand beneath the moon
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Burning your black flags
Burning your black flags
Acid Bath
The Way
23-11-2006
The Wise Man said to me:
"The way may lead one to unexpected destinies and astray of others, but it's still THE way"
The Wise Man said to me:
"The way may lead one to unexpected destinies and astray of others, but it's still THE way"
Where The Slime Lives
21-11-2006
Where the slime live
(They are the lowest forms of life)
Where the slime breed
(They make a new one too corrupted)
When the wind blows
(The winds of truth are blowing now)
And the cradle falls....down
Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lines
Their poison lingers
What a tragedy when their fingers are removed
Where the slime live
Their burning dogma
Introducing to our mind - lies
They plot for the total control of the morals
And what a tragedy when the "god-heads" are removed.
They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see
They burn
I see the smoke of the funerals rising
God lives in thier heads now laid to rest
What a sight
As their kingdom comes tumbling down
We burn - the ones with contrite souls be gone!
Long gone are the filthy liars
Long gone are their filthy lies
I know they'll come again some day
Where the slime live and how the slime gets washed away
Morbid Angel
Where the slime live
(They are the lowest forms of life)
Where the slime breed
(They make a new one too corrupted)
When the wind blows
(The winds of truth are blowing now)
And the cradle falls....down
Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lines
Their poison lingers
What a tragedy when their fingers are removed
Where the slime live
Their burning dogma
Introducing to our mind - lies
They plot for the total control of the morals
And what a tragedy when the "god-heads" are removed.
They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see
They burn
I see the smoke of the funerals rising
God lives in thier heads now laid to rest
What a sight
As their kingdom comes tumbling down
We burn - the ones with contrite souls be gone!
Long gone are the filthy liars
Long gone are their filthy lies
I know they'll come again some day
Where the slime live and how the slime gets washed away
Morbid Angel
Little Light
20-11-2006
"When the blazing sun is gone, when nothing shines upon, then you show your little light, twinkle, twinkle all the night"
"When the blazing sun is gone, when nothing shines upon, then you show your little light, twinkle, twinkle all the night"
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