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quinta-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2011

Conversation with half dead people

I am walking
out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan
of the dial tone again
and I am getting
nowhere with you
and I can't let it go
and I can't get through...
the old woman behind the pink curtains
and the closed door
on the first floor
she's listening through the air shaft
to see how long our swan song can last
and both hands
now use both hands
oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing
graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of
how hard we tried
I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe
and your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands
in eachother's shadows we grew less and less tall
and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
and I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
and when we leave the landlord will come
and paint over it all
and I am walking
out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
and I am getting nowhere with you
and I can't let it go
and I can't get though
So now use both hands
please use both hands
oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
hard we tried
how hard we tried

"Both Handes Ani Difranco"

All the windows none of then is mine ..i'm half dead walking by

terça-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2011

Untitled

Look at you
little white lying
for the purpose of justifying
what you're trying to do
 ......
"Gratitude"

I seach your profile for a translation
I study the conversation like a map
----------
"Overlap"

of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying
is..
"Untouchable Face"

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Cause when I look down
I just miss all the good stuff
When I look up
I just trip over things
- As is -
-----------------------
Cause I came here alone
I'm gonna leave by myself.

In Or Out
-------------------------
But i keep flipping that coin 
Got me smoking nicotine

Nicotine

and you're standing firm
and you're staying close
and you're seeing clear
 
Ani Difranco

sábado, 18 de dezembro de 2010

Talking not so sober

Incrivel como conversas extremamente complexas são travadas quando vc ta chapado..e quanta merda séria e merda merda vc diz...e  ainda que turvo vc de fato ve...

quinta-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2010

Potential

"Some stories end like this, not so much in tragedy, but, the Hero doesn't get the girl in this one." (not own this..its a fic)

only this..

^^

Some people know
some people don't
this window, this isn't our time
you will find
you know you got to spend
further there alwalys a place
but someone else will now it too
this lack of time space
lack of breath
lack of everyting and
indeed nothing
cuz we never start
Faith
Hope
Trick
definitely ..
Fate

quarta-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2010

When you think sober...

Back in time ..but for what? i not who i used to be and u not so much what i
think.. missunderstood...mistake ...get real grow up ..?? huh i guess in some ways but not enougth for both...but all along....all the way..and always..fuck..
I thinks theres to much diferent people like                                                                                                      that esbarrm each other and for a litle wile they can fill whatever ..just not for to long.
but all along all the way..aways ...
cause i will always care..
 fail miserably..
 

terça-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2010

You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

Can't even shout, can't even cry
The Gentlemen are coming by
Looking in windows, knocking on doors
They need to take seven and they might take yours
Can't call to mom, can't say a word
You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.


Hush 4x10 
 The Gentlemen are here .. muahahahahahaha


http://www.buffyworld.com/buffy/scripts/066_scri.html

sexta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2010