Sour Times

To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Curtises that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now

Cos nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now

Who oo am I, what and why
Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Ohh these sour times

After time the bitter taste
Of innocence decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide

Cos nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you
Nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do

(Portishead)

Lonely Carousel

It´s a look
This game we play
We can´t escape we have to attend
Its life you see

When I have tried to amuse myself
To celebrate the funfair
The pleasures I seek are far too discreet for me

And all the time the world unwinds
I can´t deny the way I feel
The truth is lost
Beyond this lonely carousel

And all these words, they mean nothing at all
Just a cruel remedy a strange tragedy
Of what will be

After I try to discover the answers to why
To look for a meaning
Inside of this dreaming I have

And words that I´ve said they spin around
Waltzing alone inside my head
Nothing will change
Its always the same please make it stop

And all the time the world unwinds
I can´t deny the way I feel
The truth is lost
Beyond this lonely carousel

(Rodrigo Leão)

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