feels like home to me

someone makes everywhere feels like Paris to me ...i´ve got Paris inside me, cause we´ll always have Paris kid wherever we go...still how i miss the way we were...when ignorance was a bliss...but we changed each other for better and for worst and we're not the same anymore...we're not the same...but that´s ok i guess...how could i loose that?...cause feels like home to me...feels like home...

Life On Mars?...

Life On Mars
David Bowie

It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on Amerikas tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

Once upon a time...

...Ele olha-a por cima do ombro e murmura qualquer coisa como:
-Não te entendo...

Ela sacode os cabelos e atira:
-Eu também não te entendo...Hove um tempo, há muito tempo atrás que julgava que sim, que éramos feitos do mesmo barro, mas afinal não andei longe porque de tão diferentes que somos acabamos por ser iguais...iguais em erro

Ele esfumando-se em fumo comenta:
-Lá nisso tens razão miuda...estivemos completamente errados, iludidos, sei lá apaixonados...

Ela:
-Cala-te não percebes nada de nada, nunca soubeste sair do teu umbigo centro do universo!

Ele:
-E tu ages como se fosses a pessoa mais sensata sensível e sincera do Universo! Olha lá miuda porque é que não admites que não és lá grande coisa também?

-Eu não sou tua miuda e apaga a porra do cigarro se faz favor...raio de vicio

-Eu não disse que eras a minha miuda...eu nada de meu tenho, nem o teu amor e às vezes nem o meu umbigo, de meu só tenho os meus vicios (e apaga o cigarro)

Ela no limiar do choro:
-Porque é que não consegues levar nada a sério na tua vida?...Em que parte do percurso nos fizémos assim? Eu amava-te...

-Sempre tão dramática...Acabou porque tinha de acabar...Tu amavas a ideia romantizada que fizeste de mim e eu gostava que tu me visses assim, fazias-me sentir especial...mas agora não te sobra vontade nem olhos e já agora nem amor, para me veres senão como um cabrão filho da mãe e eu não gosto que tu me vejas assim, mesmo que o seja "capice"?...por isso não vale a pena insistir no que já vai tão torto...não fui eu que mudei és tu que já não me olhas da mesma maneira...

Ela exaspera-se e grita:
-Mentiroso, não podes, não vais sair assim da relação, investi muito da minha vida nisto, não pode ser só isto não podes ser só isto!! Odeio-te porque me fizeste ficar assim? Eu só queria alguém que me compreendesse, alguém a quem pertencer, que me pertencesse, porque é que nada nunca é suficiente...?

Ele:
-Que estupidez tanta coisa só porque hoje não me apetece jantar fora, estou cansado aqui ou ali somos os mesmos, mais vale acabar tudo, já nada temos para dizer um ao outro sozinhos ou acompanhados, só nos vamos agredir mutuamente é isso que queres?

A esta altura do "campeonato" o casal começa a discutir, a lavar a roupa suja e encardida do ressentimento e claro perdem a razão, mas a parte racional do casal, ele claro, resolve resolver o conflito fazendo palavras cruzadas, entretanto apercebe-se a tempo de que ela a nível linguistico é mais avançada do que ele e sugere-lhe então um miniteste de inequações, raizes quadradas e de identificação de sequencias e de padrões visuais ( nos quais acha-se manifestamente mais forte que ela) e quem acabar primeiro e com menos erros ganha, se nada disso for conclusivo fazem um "braço de ferro" para desempatar a contenda; porém a parte sensivel e emocional, ela claro, propõe antes comerem uma gigantesca bola de berlim com creme e seguidamente esfregar o creme violentamente na cara dele, ele não concorda em absoluto com a ideia e acabam ambos a fazer "origamis": ela faz cisnes enforcados pelas asas e ele só sabe fazer sapos para depois engoli-los vivos...mas os sapos dele não saltam e resultam numa digestão mais ou menos pacifica...mais à noitinha sempre acabam por ir ir jantar fora com um casal alienígena amigo e parece que por mais um dia "a coisa até passa"...também já estão tão habituados um ao outro (mesmo não se suportando mutuamente) que seria muito estranho separarem-se agora...

Once you thought that love was healing… But U found nothing but acid rain on the streets...yeah I believe U had your share of useless senseless tears, and now you've grown so fond of that...in being so suddenly afraid when U could sense inside a children’s heart a butterfly screaming… and only you could hear it...but children grow up and forget it dude, sometimes they’re worse then we are oh the wonder of it all... if U dont make too many questions never ending pleasures awaits for you at the corner of that street or at a blink of an eye at the other side of the galaxy,and you'll find out, without making a lot of fuss, that's always the same alien that new alien U just found out a while or a thousand years ago, never mind whether we move or stand still, we cant escape our own skin and we're always strangers to one another, just aliens like U, so why bother?...But guess what? U have to be a little more like us in order to be different, or people will be upset, nobody likes to be remembered that underneath all that mascarade, they´re just like U…aliens lost in outerspace… that’s gross man...so keep it to yourself all that butterflies and stars in your eyes, never mind finding answers, we've got loads of them for U just pick one that suits you better and smile you’re being filmed, little green man...realize that if U don’t change your funny ways you just won’t fit anywhere, ok you could be a crazy homeless, there’s so many motherfuckers that turn like that these days, yeah I think that would suit you too besides we could terminate you better…but for your own sake just keep pretending that you agree with our rules, prisons, bloody systems and you'll be alright and we'll pretend that U don’t exist maybe if we pretend a little harder you'll be just like us and eventually disappear?...Hey little green alien stand up like a man and wipe out that sunny stars from your eyeballs before we notice it, or are U a terrorist?...dude you're not allowed to dream so much in here just go to the nearest cinema and buy some popcorns for you ok? in here we pay other aliens to entertain us, ain´t that cool?...so entertain us if you wanna do that...but do it properly, cause if you’re not good enough, mind as well grab your things and get the hell out of here!! And by the way where's your fucking spacecraft you stupid little creature? Where did you park it? Hum and more important are you eatable?... cause i think I’m starving now…

Mad about U...

Feel the vibe,
feel the terror,
feel the pain,
It's driving me insane.
I can't fake,
For God's sake why am i driving in the wrong lane
trouble is my middle name.
But in the end I'm not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you

Mad about you,
Mad .....

Are you the fishy wine that will give me a headache in the morning
or just a dark blue land mine that will explode without a decent warning.
Give me all your true hate and I'll translate it in our bed,
into never seen passion, never seen passion
that is why I am so mad about you

Mad about you,
Mad ....

Trouble is your middle name.
But at the end you're not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you

Mad about You(x4)

Give me all your true hate and I'll translate it in our bed,
into never seen passion
that is why I am so mad about you


Mad about you (x6)

alien without a clue

i'm a soul rebel
from another galaxy
oh yeah
i bring nothing but hope and despair
i'm an alien amongst aliens
i´m still green
i´m still learning
i´m still making no sense
but i resist
i insist
in being like this
even if it hurts
an alien amongst aliens
that´s the only way i can live
(even if i don´t know exactly how to do it...)

and if i took you for a ride in my spaceship
and show you around
(hey i swear i've got good atmosphere in here)
would you please try to love
all those litle things that i hate in myself?...

cause i'm just an alien trying to figure out how to get along through the day
and these earthly days seems so harsh and hollow
almost pointless...
D'you know what i mean?