terça-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2009

Help i'm Alive!



"Can you hear my heart
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
Help, I’m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft, tough to be tender
Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train
Help, I’m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

If you’re still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
what shouldn’t I do?
I get wherever I’m going
I get whatever I need
While my blood’s still flowing
And my heart still beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer"

Metric

Juramento sem bandeira

"Eu juro, todos os poetas estão do nosso lado e juro que, um dia, todos os políticos se transformarão em estrelas de rock e que todas as fardas se confundirão com luzes de néon em cidades sem nome (...) e que em todas as ruas se dançará ao som de Lou Reed "Take a walk on the wild side"...e se um dia os fascistas no poder se transformarem em balas perdidas na multidão nós sairemos à rua, nós seremos mais fortes, nada nos calará, nada nos derrubará, nada...eu juro!"

João Peste

segunda-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2009

"Midnight Coward"



Sweetness, sweetness never suits me, when I get up to take you home
Maybe it's love, love at first slightly drunk
Now I'm walking with the sun in my mouth

Worry, worry is a well, going to let it fall tonight, from where we stand

What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it

Sickness, weakness at the thought, of how you're going to play
How long should I stay?
Promises, promises never cease to assist it, now I'm back on my back
Please bite your words
Hurry, hurry to believe, I can always trust, as much as you deceive

What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it

What's your middle name? How do you play the game?
I'll be the first to leave
When did I grow up? I don't want to say too much
I'll be the first to leave

What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
What can't be decided
Can fool you into thinking maybe you can choose

I can see what's coming
But I'm not saying it

quarta-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2009

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"Quem escreve é o responsável da irresponsabilidade de ser quem é."
Vergílio Ferreira