para mah.

Ela me fez conhecer uma versão de Wild Horses c/ Adam Levine e Alicia Keys. Aí, vou retribuir com Garbage:

it´s just overkill

I can't get to sleep

I think about the implications

Of diving in too deep

And possibly the complications

Especially at night

I worry over situations

I know will be alright

Perhaps its just my imagination

Ghosts appear and fade away...

 

ghosts

é chegado aquele momento do ano em que a mídia aterroriza aquela pequena parcela da população da qual faço parte. não contentes em espalhar a coelhada por aí, colocam também crianças fantasiadas de coelhos. CRIANÇAS. e por falar em sacanear a vida dos outros, ando fazendo várias descobertas musicais (ah, mas não tem quem diga...) e descobri que uma música que eu gosto muito tem um clipe que... bom, veja aí:






mas como eu adoro filme de terror, assisto over and over. me arripiu toda.

can´t seem to make you mine

amo essa música, que descobri com o garbage. aí, hoje descubro que alex chilton morreu, e ele tinha uma versão dessa música. pesquiso sobre alex e descubro que, originalmente, a música é do the seeds. e que billy corgan e ramones também já fizeram covers. amei todas as versões. o que seria de nós sem a internet? sem google? sem youtube? hã???

pessoas que conhecem apenas uma versão das coisas? sempre ouço alguém dizendo que deveria ter nascido antes, pra curtir a banda tal, vestir a roupa tal... em certos casos, só voltando no tempo mesmo, mas eu gosto de poder ver tudo, vestir (quase) tudo, e ainda dividir com as pessoas. não trocaria meu "tempo" por nada. agora, se rolar uma próxima encarnação, me faz shirley manson, aí, ô de cima?!

                           "...i say, never trust anyone..."

the absinthe drinker, 1901

Pablo Picasso

headphone:

"I am someone easy to leave"

"Even easier to forget"

A voice, if inaccurate

Again: "I'm the one they all run from"

Diatribes of clouded sun

Someone help me find the pause button

All these tapes in my head swirl around

Keeping my vibe down

All these thoughts in my head aren't my own

Wreaking havoc

"I'm too exhausting to be loved"

"A volatile chemical"

"Best to quarantine and cut off"

All these tapes in my head swirl around

Keeping my vibe down

All these thoughts in my head aren't my own

Wreaking havoc

"I'm but a thorn in your sweet side"

"You'd be better off without me"

"It'd be best to leave at once"

All these tapes in my head swirl around

Keeping my vibe down

All these thoughts in my head aren't my own

Wreaking havoc

Alanis - Tapes.

Nutshell - Alice in Chains

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raped
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If i can't be my own
I'd feel better dead

De tarde quero descansar

Chegar até a praia e ver
Se o vento ainda está forte

E vai ser bom subir nas pedras

Sei que faço isso pra esquecer

Eu deixo a onda me acertar

E o vento vai levando

Tudo embora...

Agora está tão longe

ver a linha do horizonte me distrai

Dos nossos planos é que tenho mais saudade

Quando olhávamos juntos

Na mesma direção

Aonde está você agora

Além de aqui dentro de mim...

Agimos certo sem querer

Foi só o tempo que errou

Vai ser difícil sem você

Porque você está comigo

O tempo todo

E quando vejo o mar

Existe algo que diz

Que a vida continua

E se entregar é uma bobagem...

Já que você não está aqui

O que posso fazer

É cuidar de mim

Quero ser feliz ao menos,

Lembra que o plano

Era ficarmos bem...

Olha só o que eu achei

Cavalos-marinhos...

Sei que faço isso

Pra esquecer

Eu deixo a onda me acertar

E o vento vai levando

Tudo embora...

personalidade deletéria

Adjetivo
Do grego deletérios

de.le.té.rio
1. Que destrói ou
danifica; prejudicial.
2. Nocivo à saúde; venenoso; insalubre.
3. Que desmoraliza, perverte-se ou corrompe.

I used to love her, but i had to kill her
I had to put her, six feet under
and I can still hear her complain

I knew I'd miss her, so I had to keep her
She's buried right in my backyard

She bitched so much, she drove me nuts
And now we're happier this way.

[...]

Clear all your sins
Get born again
Just repeat a couple lies

full speed in the wrong direction

♫ What's the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard day
As you place the don't disturb sign on the door
You lost your place in line again, what a pity
You never seem to want to dance anymore

It's a long way down
On this roller coaster
The last chance streetcar
Went off the track
And you're on it

I hear you're counting sheep again Mary Jane
What's the point of trying' to dream anymore
I hear you're losing weight again Mary Jane
Do you ever wonder who you're losing it for

Well it's full speed baby
In the wrong direction
There's a few more bruises
If that's the way
You insist on heading

Please be honest Mary Jane
Are you happy
Please don't censor your tears

You're the sweet crusader
And you're on your way
You're the last great innocent
And that's why I love you

So take this moment Mary Jane and be selfish
Worry not about the cars that go by
All that matters Mary Jane is your freedom
So keep warm my dear, keep dry ♫

Alanis

Feeling Lucky....

Os romanos não gostavam do mês de agosto. Acreditavam na existência de um dragão enorme, horrível, que, cuspindo fogo pelas narinas, passeava no céu durante todo o mês de agosto....

As assombrações, as almas do outro mundo que, entre gemidos e arrastar de correntes, balançam as redes dos que dormem após um longo dia de trabalho, costumam aparecer, pedindo missa, querendo rezas, no mês de agosto, que é o mês do frio e da ventania.

Os cariocas, quando chega o mês de agosto, procuram os frades do convento dos Franciscanos para receber as bênçãos e espantar o azar. Os religiosos, com a conhecida paciência franciscana, se revezam de manhã à noite, durante todo o mês de agosto, aspergindo água benta sobre os supersticiosos.

Tô por dentro. Vou nesse convento amanhã, se não cair uma mola perdida a 200km/h infectada com a gripe suína na minha cabeça. E, agora, esperando a resposta do email que vai definir a minha sorte nessa porra dessa faculdade. E eu reclamando de julho, foi mal aí julin.

Mas cantaí Mike, que a minha garganta tá inflamada, meu maxilar travado e eu posso esquecer a letra:

Love...it's a beginning

A justifiable means to an end

And happiness, that triumphant feeling

That only comes deep from within

But ...you'll...never make the grade

No you'll never, ever reach that plateau

You're down below

And it's where your soul will forever glow

But it's not that ray of sunshine that feels so warm

It's just that bottomless inferno

You're in the depths of hell

And I think that's swell

And I hope you get well

It's a Fire - Portishead

Its a fire These dreams they pass me by This salvation I desire Keeps getting me down Cause we need to Recognise mistakes For time and again So let it be known for what we believe in I can see no reason for it to fail....Cause this life is a farce I can't breathe through this mask Like a fool So breathe on, sister breathe on From this oneself Testify or tell Its fooling us now So let it be known for what we believe in I can see no reason for it to fail... Cause this life is a farce I can't breathe through this mask Like a fool So breathe on, little sister, breathe on Ohh so breathe on, little sister, like a fool

disco arranhado

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, and it seems to have a vague,
Haunting mass appeal.
But 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?

It's driven me before
And it seems to be the way
That everyone else gets around.
But 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.

where is my mind...

febre e insônia todas as noites, dores no corpo e uma garganta fechada. todos os médicos de plantão dizem que é gripe. mas, só um deles, de fato, cuida de mim mesmo que eu não tenha o que eu tenho (ou tenha o que não tenho). não durmo e não tenho aquele desespero de querer dormir... então leio, vejo filmes, ouço música e sou feliz na madrugada...

o único problema (ou alívio) é que o dia fica muito curto.

- Vou dormir agora - ela disse. - Pode me deixar no chalé Penny.

- Oh, não - disse ele, sentando-se na roda. - Nós vamos dar umas voltas perto do mar, até que

você fique tão sonolenta que já não possa aguentar mais. Você sabe que não se consegue dormir

até se achar alguma coisa para se sentir grato, nunca se consegue dormir quando se está com raiva.
Uma espiã na casa do amor - Anaïs Nin (sim, eu leio muito devagar)

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Your head will collapse

And there´s nothing in it

And you´ll ask yourself

Where is my mind

Where is my mind

Where is my mind

Where is my mind

Where is my mind - Pixies

img: filme clube da luta.

dica: placebo+pixies+mind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPE2zKbORF0&feature=related

já disse o coelho... (e nada a ver com a páscoa, ok?)

+ Life can be so cruel
Don't it astound you?
When nothing seems too certain or safe
Let it burn through you
You can keep it pure on the inside
And you know what you believe to be right
So you're not gonna crack
No, you're never gonna crack


Run, my baby, run, my baby, run
Run from the noise of the street and the loaded gun
Too late for solutions to solve in the setting sun
So run, my baby, run, my baby, run

Find out who you are before you regret it
'Cause life is so short
There's no time to waste it

Run, my baby, run, my baby, run... +

garbage

And then you wave good-bye...

Tossed into my mind, stirring the calm

You splash me with beauty and pull me down

´Cause you come from out of nowhere

My glance turns to a stare

Obsession rules me

I'm yours from the start

I know you see me

Our eyes interlock

´Cause you come from out of nowhere

My glance turns to a stare

One minute here and one minute there

Don't know if I'll laugh or cry

One minute here and one minute there

And then you wave good-bye...

faith no more - from out of nowhere

Thank You

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you

When mountains crumble to the sea

There'll still be you and me

Kind woman I give you my all

Kind woman, nothing more

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain,

Tears of loves lost in the days gone by

My love is strong

With you there is no wrong

Together we shall go until we die

(my, my, my)

Inspiration is what you are to me

Inspiration, look to see

And so today, my world it smiles

Your hand in mine we walk the miles

Thanks to you it will be done

For you to me are are the only one

Happiness no longer sad

Happiness, I'm glad

If the sun refused to shine

I would still be loving you

When mountains crumble to the sea

There'll still be you and me

[led zeppelin]

..........................................................................

Thank You

My tea's gone cold

I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can't see at all

And even if I could it'd all be gray,

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad

It's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay

My head just feels in pain

I missed the bus and there'll be hell today

I'm late for work again

And even if I'm there, they'll all imply

That I might not last the day

And then you call me and it's not so bad

It's not so bad

and I want to thank you

For giving me the best day of my life

Oh just to be with you

Is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last

And I'm soaking through and through

Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you

And even if my house falls down now

I wouldn't have a clue

Because you're near me

[dido]

Les amants, 1928

quando sonhamos demais e entendemos tudo errado.

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life/Try to make ends meet/You're a slave to money then you die/I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down/You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah/No change, I can change/I can change, I can change/But I'm here in my mold/I am here in my mold/But I'm a million different people/from one day to the next/I can't change my mold/No, no, no, no, no/Well I never pray/But tonight I'm on my knees yeah/I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah/I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now/But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now/No change, I can change/I can change, I can change/But I'm here in my mold/I am here in my mold/And I'm a million different people/from one day to the next/I can't change my mold/No, no, no, no, no/I can't change/I can't change/'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life/Try to make ends meet/Try to find some money then you die/I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down/You know the one that takes you to the places/where all the things meet yeah/You know I can change, I can change/I can change, I can change/But I'm here in my mold/I am here in my mold/And I'm a million different people/from one day to the next/I can't change my mold/No, no, no, no, no/I can't change my mold/no, no, no, no, no/I can't change/Can't change my body/no, no, no/It justs sex and violence melody and silence/It justs sex and violence melody and silence/(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)/It justs sex and violence melody and silence/(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)/Been down/Ever been down/Ever been down/Ever been down/Ever been down/Have you ever been down?/Have you ever been down?/Have you ever been down?

the verve.

e Magritte.

Entertain me for the tenth hour in a row again

anesthetize me with your gossip and many random anecdotes

and fill every hour with activity or ear candy

drop me off at intersections in any city metropolitan

and keep me in this state

and keep me purgatorying

and sing me back to sleep

this is far more than I had bargained for

start every week with a break-neck urgent design

and end every speed day with my briefcase representing freetime

spending my fruits my purchases become my lifeline

please give my love to my family I'll doubtfully be home at

Christmas time

don't disturb me in this state

please leave me purgatorying

I'll be damned if I'm to wake

this is far more than I am equipped for

I've held you up like a deity

like you're the sole owner of wings

this unrequited tunnel vision

and I wonder why I've not been writing

please keep me in this state

please keep me purgatorying

please rock me back to sleep

this love is more than

than I have bargained for

I'll be damned if I'm to wake

this is far more than I'm equipped for

And the road becomes my bride...

[...rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond
call me what you will

but I'll take my time anywhere
free to speak my mind anywhere
and I'll redefine anywhere

anywhere I roam
where I lay my head is home...]