terça-feira, 31 de março de 2009

second life


From day to day
From hand to mouth
We're turning around
Vicious ritual
Getting used to it all
Falling down again
We're waiting for
The decrees of providence
I don't want to waste
Any more of my life
Live from day to day
Live from hand to mouth
Facing the light
I brush aside your plans
I'm going to have
It all my own way
And when that all shattered I felt I'd broken my fall
Couldn't pretend that I felt strong about us anymore
Without your help I finally started to live my own life
I just want you to know this time


I just want to feel your sigh on my neck
Want to feel your breath
Feel your need to stay
You don't know my name
Don't know my face
Only thoughts I share in my secret place
Secret exhibition
Cure for loneliness
I've ground to a halt
There's no turning back
You know there are things I just can't forget
You've helped me so much
To learn to be detached
But when that all shattered I felt I'd broken my fall
Couldn't pretend that I felt strong about us anymore
Without that help I finally started to live my own life
And I know I don't need you now
Secret exhibition
Cure for loneliness
Life is much too short to be whiled away with tears
Secret exhibition
Cure for loneliness
I erase you now
I don't need you now
I erase you now with all of my past

segunda-feira, 23 de março de 2009

Sara

Sara chorava cada vez que ar chegava aos pulmões.
Linda criança,havia sido queimada por seu pai ainda pequena.

Pai nao gostava dela. Não gostava que Mãe a amasse mais.
Queria te-la só para si,era um pobre egoista.

Sara ja era crescida, ja pulava, ria e gritava, mas tudo a muito custo.
Teria sido loira,com tons de castanho, mas o fogo,cruel fogo, havia-lhe levado o trigo.

Mas ja nao pensa em chorar, ja nao se lembra da Mãe.
So sonha em saltar, so quer continuar a sonhar.

Outros meninos,tal como ela. Orfãos de Mãe, desconhecedores do Destino.
Do Pai... , são lindos, são anjos.

quinta-feira, 12 de março de 2009

Schizophrenic Prayer

So afraid of rejection
Hide inside ourselves
Acting like strangers to avoid the pain

We collect our phobias
Our sicknesses
Feel so good only when we can complain

segunda-feira, 9 de março de 2009

notion

I live with my justice
I live with my greedy need
I live with no mercy
I live with my frenzied feeding
I live with my hatred
I live with my jealousy
I live with the notion
That I don't need anyone but me