quinta-feira, abril 24, 2014

Where I'm From

Three ghosts and I sitting on the couch last night
Catching up on all the time
 

It's been a while since we got together
And you know that it's often on my mind


(Eels)







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quarta-feira, abril 23, 2014

Cold-Blooded Old Times



Cold-blooded old times
 
The type of memories
that turns your bones to glass
Turns your bones to glass

Mother came rushing in
she said we didn't see a thing
We said we didn't see a thing
And father left at eight
Nearly splintering the gate

Cold-blooded old times
 
The type of memory
That turns your bones to glass
Turns your bones to glass

And though you were
Just a little old swirl
You understood every word
And in this way they gave you clarity
A cold-blooded clarity

Cold-blooded old times

Now how can I stand
and laugh with the man
Who redefined your body

Those cold-blooded old times...

(Bill Callahan)




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segunda-feira, abril 21, 2014

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope no harm
Just another false alarm

Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

So, tell me how long
Before the last one?
And tell me how long
Before the right one?

The story is old - I know
But it goes on
The story is old - I know
But it goes on

Oh, goes on
And on
Oh, goes on
And on

(Low)




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sábado, abril 19, 2014

Rayleigh Scattering

sexta-feira, abril 18, 2014

I Ain't Movin'

you can test me all you want
I ain't changin'
and you can taunt me all you like
but I ain't sayin'

and you can push me all you dare
I ain't movin'
and you can please me all you need
but I ain't decidin'

you can test me all you want
I ain't changin'
and you can taunt me all you like
but I ain't sayin'

and you can push me all you dare
I ain't movin'
and you can please me all you need
but I ain't decidin'

(Micah P. Hinson)




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quinta-feira, abril 17, 2014

Medo




Quem dorme à noite comigo
É meu segredo,
Mas se insistirem, lhes digo,
O medo mora comigo,
Mas só o medo, mas só o medo.

E cedo porque me embala
Num vai-vem de solidão,
É com silêncio que fala,
Com voz de móvel que estala
E nos perturba a razão.

Gritar quem pode salvar-me
Do que está dentro de mim
Gostava até de matar-me,
Mas eu sei que ele há-de esperar-me
Ao pé da ponte do fim.
 
 
 



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quarta-feira, abril 09, 2014

Green Onions

sexta-feira, abril 04, 2014

Directions


(Norton)





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