domingo, 25 de julho de 2010

Jumpdafuckup

Something I've sang many times before but never really heard it... until yesterday.

i'm a self-destructive piece of shit

smear me in
i don't owe you a goddamn thing
this life never had the swing
i don't wanna be immortal or legend or anything
cause the longer i'm alive the better of you'll be
get ready for epitome... come on and pity me...
will you kill me if i say please?

i'm the same old reason not to try
what the hell?
beat to death with a shovel and a new smell
come and get me; mom would never let me do it
i'm ruined, i don't want anything from you
cause i've got nothing left to prove
my time, everything feels fine, goodbye
killing from the inside!

... damn!


quinta-feira, 22 de julho de 2010

Lisboa Não É A Cidade Perfeita

I guess we don't see each other for quite a long she wrote.

Astonishing the impact this small and unexpected message had on me.

I fully agree, I said.

But today was not a good day for us to meet, got to hold my anxiety a little bit longer.


ainda agora vi a louca
sozinha a cantar
do alto daquela janela...
há noites em que a saudade
me deixa a pensar
um dia juntar-me a ela,
um dia cantar como ela...


Have I told you how important you're to me?!

terça-feira, 20 de julho de 2010

It seems that, unless I'm depressed, stressed, mad or any other evil feeling, I'm unable to write.

Now I'm somewhat numb, forcing myself not to have dreadful thoughts. Otherwise... I would surely have a lot to write about.

no judge me no
no fuck around
no trust no one
no criticize
no fake smiles
no bow to none
no follow none
no redneck shit

quinta-feira, 8 de julho de 2010

Opiate

Today I'm a mix of bored and mad. Nothing pleases me and I'm wrong and unfairly shouting at people.

Must be sleep...

choices always were a problem for you
what you need is someone strong to guide you
deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
what you need is someone strong to guide you

quarta-feira, 7 de julho de 2010

Hedonism

Been out a week and it feels good to be back.

Flown three and a half hours each way... and it felt bad. It's boring to sit inside a noisy tube for hours, looking through a tiny window once in a while trying to find out familiar places.

I saw Paris from 1277 m above the sea level. I saw the Notre Dame and the Champs-Élysée. Saw a couple of vessels between the clouds in the Gulf of Biscay. I saw snowy mountains breaking through the clouds

I thought how boring it will be within a month when I have to fly for twelve, fourteen or even more hours to get to my destination. I thought how hard it will be to leave everything and everyone behind for months in a row. I thought I've left beloved ones before and remembered of tough it can be...

I like you. I miss you every day, every hour you're not with me. I'll miss you even more... but I'll be back. Will you be there for me when I return?

i hope you're feeling happy now
i see you feel no pain at all it seems
i wonder what you're doin' now
i wonder if you think of me at all
do you still play the same moves now
or are those special moves for someone else
i hope you're feeling happy now