24.6.06
Sometimes I feel the fear of
uncertainty stinging clear
and I can't help but ask myself
how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer
It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague
haunting mass appeal
lately I'm beginning to find that I
should be the one behind the wheel
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
with open arms and open eyes yeah
whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there
So if I decide to waiver my
chance to be one of the hive
will I choose water over wine
and hold my own and drive, oh oh
It's driven me before, it seems to be the way
that everyone else get around
lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself
my light is found
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
with open arms and open eyes yeah
whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there
Would you choose water over wine
hold the wheel and drive
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
with open arms and open eyes yeah
whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there
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não sei direito aonde ir. meu corpo parace sempre ligeiramente adormecido. mesmo quando esta doendo por querer dormir.
uncertainty stinging clear
and I can't help but ask myself
how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer
It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague
haunting mass appeal
lately I'm beginning to find that I
should be the one behind the wheel
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
with open arms and open eyes yeah
whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there
So if I decide to waiver my
chance to be one of the hive
will I choose water over wine
and hold my own and drive, oh oh
It's driven me before, it seems to be the way
that everyone else get around
lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself
my light is found
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
with open arms and open eyes yeah
whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there
Would you choose water over wine
hold the wheel and drive
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
with open arms and open eyes yeah
whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there
--
não sei direito aonde ir. meu corpo parace sempre ligeiramente adormecido. mesmo quando esta doendo por querer dormir.
22.6.06
the sound of silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
20.6.06
costas doloridas. cabeça explodindo.
olhos pequenininhos. pequenininhos.
tem um verme gigante, rastejando, gotejando.
dentro de mim.
essa lesma purulenta.
faz parte de mim.
olhos pequenininhos. pequenininhos.
tem um verme gigante, rastejando, gotejando.
dentro de mim.
essa lesma purulenta.
faz parte de mim.
6.6.06
Stone The Crow
A bout of deep depression.
Can't seem to move it forward.
My lying eyes lie awake.
Not sure what I am after.
I never died before.
Can't help what happened yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
Flip through endless stories.
A life of hand-written pain.
No one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine.
I never died before.
Can't be what happened yesterday.
I shouldn't stone the crow, no.
Ride on!
Same old city, same old tale.
No matter how I try,
No matter what I say,
I'm blamed, I'm shamed,
I'm judged unfairly.
So now I've died before.
It feels as bad as yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
You too have died before.
I fought as hard as yesterday
I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no.
Can't seem to move it forward.
My lying eyes lie awake.
Not sure what I am after.
I never died before.
Can't help what happened yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
Flip through endless stories.
A life of hand-written pain.
No one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine.
I never died before.
Can't be what happened yesterday.
I shouldn't stone the crow, no.
Ride on!
Same old city, same old tale.
No matter how I try,
No matter what I say,
I'm blamed, I'm shamed,
I'm judged unfairly.
So now I've died before.
It feels as bad as yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.
You too have died before.
I fought as hard as yesterday
I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow, no, no.
1.6.06
na terça fui a uma livraria bem falida no centro. ou melhor uma que não se pretende, mas era. fiquei folhando o livro que deu origem a este filme.
pareceu interessante e eu lembro de ter gostado bastante do filme.
amanhã quero beber tequila e comprar um dvd.
--
sabadão verei o leo. amo!
pareceu interessante e eu lembro de ter gostado bastante do filme.
amanhã quero beber tequila e comprar um dvd.
--
sabadão verei o leo. amo!
