quarta-feira, maio 27, 2009
domingo, maio 24, 2009
"Love Will Tear Us Apart " - Joy Division
When routine bites hard and ambitions are low
and resentment rides high but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry
Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
You cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed
And there's tast in my mouth as desperation takes hold
Just that something so good just can't function no more
But love, love wil tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again > "Love Will Tear Us Apart " - Joy Division
terça-feira, maio 19, 2009
"Midlife Crisis" - Faith No More
Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family treeeeee
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you,
you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleedin' enough for two
It's a midlife crisis...
What an inheritance
The salt and the Kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned kneeeeeee
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you,
you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis
> "Midlife Crisis" - Faith No More
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family treeeeee
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you,
you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleedin' enough for two
It's a midlife crisis...
What an inheritance
The salt and the Kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned kneeeeeee
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you,
you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis
> "Midlife Crisis" - Faith No More
quinta-feira, maio 14, 2009
segunda-feira, maio 11, 2009
quarta-feira, maio 06, 2009
"Entre nós" - Pluto
Tal como o pássaro tem que voar para ser aquilo que é
Teu homem tem de viver se desejas saber quem é
Fácil como voar mas demora o tempo que for
Eé o tempo que tens para mudar
Mas demora o tempo que tens
Tal como tudo o que flui dessa vez eras tu meu amor a flor
Meu corpo gosta de ver e é meus olhos que quer usar
Fácil como voar mas demora o tempo que for
É o tempo que tens para mudar
Mas demora o tempo que tens
Mas se achas que eu sou culpado por sentir
Culpa-me de haver algo entre nós > "Entre nós" - Pluto
domingo, maio 03, 2009
"Sour times" - Portishead
To pretend no one can find,
The fallacies of morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden lies,
Curtises that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now,
Cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief,
That fantasies of sinfull screams,
Bear the facts or soon will die,
End the vows no need to lie
Enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now,
cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do
Who oo am I, what and why
cos all I have left is the memories of yesterday,
Ohh the sour times
cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste,
Of innocence decent or race
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Histories of our disguise,revolve
Circumstance will decide
cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you
Nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you... do... > "Sour times" - Portishead