deafening tunes #5

when there's nowhere else to run
is there room for one more son
if you can hold on
i wanna stand up, i wanna let go
you know, you know
no you don't, you don't
i wanna shine on in the hearts of men
i want a meaning from the back of my broken hand
another head aches, another heart breaks
i am so much older than i can take
and my affection, well it comes and goes
i need direction to perfection, no
help me out
you know you got to help me out
don't you put me on the back burner
you know you got to help me out
and when there's nowhere else to run
is there room for one more son
these changes ain't changing me
the cold-hearted boy i used to be
you know you got to help me out
don't you put me on the back burner
you know you got to help me out
you're gonna bring yourself down
i got soul, but i'm not a soldier
you know you got to help me out
don't you put me on the back burner
you know you got to help me out
you're gonna bring yourself down
don't you put me on the back burner
you're gonna bring yourself down
over and out, last call for sin
while everyone's lost, the battle is won
with all these things that i've done
all these things that i've done
if you can hold on

the killers - all these things that i've done

atomic

write me a postcard
from the good times past
embellish it with pleasant adjectives
and shape the words into an image
of feelings
paint me a picture
with bright and vibrant colours
to dampen the grey that clouds my eyes
cure the sadness with every stroke
of your brush
take photographs
of the places I will never see
capture the essence of their life
with your digital eye
and show them to my tired brain
speak to me in riddles
elaborate charades
and complicated sentences
taken from ancient books
of wisdom
do everything you are
but, please,
never forget me

doppler

joy
love
smile
heaven
believe
eternity
belonging
connection
infatuation
faithfulness
understanding
indifference
disapproval
stiffening
impotence
memories
scream
regret
death
hate
lie

in between doors

the look in your eyes could not conceal
the fire burning on the alien fireplace
an interesting way of slamming the door
and rushing to the already open one
no more obstacles in the way
no more pebbles to hurt
during the walking
no more
high on the neighborhood
low was the stringless puppet
devoid of life
soul
purpose
regardless of what came out of your mouth
you didn't give a shit

action (or lack of)!

bearing scars of future wounds
and waiting to be hurt
on a replay life
with loops of fragmented film that no one can rewind
frame after frame the faces are stiffening
on a frozen picture of hard hearts
a forgotten script for forgetful actors
of a film that will never be released
the text was good, but you didn't like the screenplay
dreadful castings and forceful extras
corroded the essence of the movie...

brief moment of glory...

24/6/2005
probably because my whole life has been a charade...

dieu et mon droit

fast life
full glasses
easy sex
empty lives

1,2,3...testing, testing...

Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	mysterious
Your hugs are...	gentle
Your eyes...	burn into my heart
Your touch is...	awakening my heart
Your smell is...	beautiful
Your smile is...	hypnotising
Your love is...	eternal
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somehow i fail to believe this...
borrowed from a ele o que é dele

always good to know...

para ler é melhor ver isto

sick

até já estava a estranhar... 9 meses sem percalços do foro médico-clínico era demais, até para mim. pois bem, para celebrar esta gestação sem qualquer doença, que tal logo duas ao mesmo tempo? uma bela dor de garganta e uma paragem de digestão no mesmo dia para testar a força de vontade e o amor ao trabalho. dores de garganta não fazem grande mossa, agora dores de estômago é mais complicado.
resultado, uma tarde e noite dolorosas, sem jantar, às voltas e voltas na cama, muito pouco sono e quase uma hora no WC à espera de deitar tudo cá para fora (literalmente...). não se concretizou por pouco e felizmente ainda deu para descansar o suficiente para hoje estar a trabalhar no duro.
tudo por causa dos f#!%&@ da p€#æ dos cogumelos. pois que está mais que confirmado, porque já é a terceira...

lost

people love a lost cause
a fallen angel, desperate soul
the prospect of turning them
into prodigal sons and daugthers
must be imprinted in our genes
probably it is a survival mechanism
allowing us to momentarily forget
our own lost innocence...

swiss-knife to the heart

"i'm turning 40 and it's like staring into an abyss"
quantas vezes ouviste isto em 13 anos?
quantas vezes ouvirás se te der oportunidade?
sure, life's fucked up
we all know that
but at least you have someone who loves you
with all his energies
don't waste it
...não é certamente isto que queres ouvir
a um mês de chegar ao topo
da montanha da vida
you have enough worries of your own
and now this baggage of stones
kept for a third of your life
dragging you further down
i hope everything works out
i pray that you don't suffer
as much as i did

what heroes are made of

it's not unbelievable strength
dizzying speed or death-defying stunts
it's not amazing super powers
accurate instinct or unquestionable morals
it's not the self-righteousness
blinding vendettas or the desire
to make the world a better place
it's not the indescribable geekyness
recognizable alter egos or undersized lycra outfits
it's just the ability to repel people...

deafening tunes #4

is there room for both of us? both of us apart?
are we bound out of obligation? is that all we've got?
i get the words, and then i get to thinkin'
i don't wanna think, i wanna feel
and how do i feel? and how do i...
if you're the only one, will i never be enough?
hail, hail the lucky ones, i refer to those in love
swore i'd love you till the day i die, and beyond..
are we going to the same place? if so, can i come?
it's egg rolling thick and heavy
all the past you carry
i could be new... you underestimate me
if you're the only one, will i never be enough?
hail, hail the lucky ones, i refer to those in love
i sometimes realize i could only be as good as you'll let me
are you woman enough to be my man?
bandaged hand in hand
i find it on the run in a race that can't be won
all hail the lucky ones, i refer to those in love
if you're my only one, so could you only one?
i want to be your one, enough...
you won, your one, your hun

"hail hail" - pearl jam

... = waiting for the rain to come

i way the things also us my
could same numbness normal lost separates life
fit exact is the the thing found has
in the ever-present missed feeling one not
your felt in also of only been
skin i've me i home but changed

round and around we go...*

let me off this merry-go-round
the one where only the wierd and strange get in
a daunting vision for those on the outside
staring in disbelief while we celebrate
the pale complexions and buried eyes
we can no longer disguise
we're vultures in this place
stripping the corpses
with smiles across our faces
not realizing we're the ones dead
who cares if the world
is running towards its end?
it will still be ours
as long as we don't see
each other's flaws
below the cracked surface
only we can see the undeniable beauty
the mushroom cloud holds
how else could we live in ourselves?
let's lay still
keep quiet
and enjoy the little things
that makes us great
in our own special way
...unaware of the trends
and crowds

*- claramente inspirado no excelente "carrossel dos esquisitos" dos clã

alpha|omega

small tireless circular steps
as ancient as the world
a vortex dragging all
across the invisible gate
one-way ticket to the great unknown
promises of light
stories of everlasting peace
weightless dreams and erroneous beliefs
converge upwards
...promised land
wide open space for creation and rebirth...

white kiss

pink waves hammering
against the cave
shoreline tremors
with the solid v-shaped tide
the plates shift
and erupting mountains
challenge gravity
while the relentless sea
carries on with its
inward journey to land

they're in my head

you make me feel flawed, incomplete
whatever i do
it'll never be enough
to reach your high standards
every single detail is ridiculed
it seems there's
only one
right way to do
anything
yours
and all others
are wrong

image skipping

don't worry...
it's only your imagination playing tricks on you
don't believe everything you think...

soak the pages

"you've never tasted your own blood?...
never hurt yourself to see its colour
to see if it's still inside your veins
...flow down your fingers...?
...to get in touch with the real you
get back to basics
after feeling its viscosity
and the taste of metal...
...then, i guess you'll have problems understanding
love..."

(ba)sin city

quase me esquecia de alvitrar algo acerca do filme deste fim-de-semana (quase uma semana depois...). Sin City. a ver, nem que seja só pela experiência visual. citando um co-worker "i've never seen anything like it before...". end of quote. e é verdade. é provavelmente a adaptação mais fiel de uma BD ao cinema (não que eu conheça a BD, mas isso também não interessa nada...).
extremamente violento, a um nível comparável ao de Kill Bill vol.1, mas com menos piadas.
a mim bem que me agradou ver um certo e determinado membro da Irmandade num papel de arrepiar os cabelos mais curtos da nuca sem dizer uma única palavra. se bem que uma ida à manicure lhe teria feito bem.

em suma, um filme a não perder, não pela qualidade dos diálogos ou pela história densa e complicada, mas sim pelo festim para os fotoreceptores (embora os cones não funcionem muito durante o filme, nem mesmo com o (muito) sangue...) e pela diversão que advém da violência. pura e simples.

"sunthing" in the air

it must be the sun boiling my brain into activity...
the body heating up
and sweating all the problems away
who cares about what's wrong when the sun shines in your eyes?

give me tropical weather all year round, please...

ear to ear

ridiculously big
without any reason whatsoever to appear
let alone to be maintained
but still
it goes from ear to ear...

unused

os níveis de contenção estabelecem novos limites a cada dia que passa...
BURST ME!!!

wordless poem

have you ever wondered how a poem with no words would sound like?

alone and unaware, the landscape was transformed in front of our eyes
buildings began to stretch wide across the sky, and the air filled with a reddish glow
the soundless dawn came alive as cities began to mark the horizon
mechanical sounds cascaded through the city walls and everyone reveled in their ignorance
a brief moment of clarity broke through the deafening hum, but it was too late
our happiest days slowly began to turn into dust
the sixth extinction crept up slowly, like sunlight through the shutters, as we looked back in regret

electric guitars as pens and the eardrums as paper

keeper

how many sleepless nights spent in your tiny cubicle?
struggling to keep awake
resisting the dreams of boxing rings and ancient fights
clenched fists being traded on a world-sized square
fuels the dead hours
fights the loneliness
lights up your eyes as you roam the corridors at night
you imagine yourself
on your way to the heat of the spotlights
jumping and swerving your arms instead of walking
taking the blow
feeling the sharp pain in your head
gaining momentum
for the decisive move
the count, the bell
the raising of the arms
the crowning...

...you don't ask for much
only a kind word from the passers-by
and a look that does not go through you...
after all, you could have been one of them
the ones that will never be forgotten...

chest

measure them | meht dnatsrednu yllaer taht
save them | wef eht rof meht peek i os
don't waste them | ecnereffidni fo diarfa
keep them hidden | edisni s'tahw
deep within the chest | hcum oot gnivig fo diarfa
i don't let them run away | esoohc i s'eno eht tou tel ylno

gimme

guimiaeleguimianouguimiaviguimiani
guimiaeleguimianouguimiaviguimiani
guimiaeleguimianouguimiaviguimiani
guimiaeleguimianouguimiaviguimiani
...before i walk away...

parallel universe

ainda no espírito da passada segunda-feira, e para aqueles que já perderam alguns instantes a pensar se existem e como serão os universos paralelos, deixo-vos um exemplo prático.

uma música em dois universos distintos: light years, dos pearl jam

no nosso universo - presente no álbum Binaural, faixa 4
i've used hammers made out of wood
i have played games with pieces and rules
i undeciphered tricks at the bar
but now you're gone, i haven't figured out why
i've come up with riddles and jokes about war
i've figured out numbers and what they're for
i've understood feelings and i've understood words
but how could you be taken away?
and wherever you've gone
and wherever we might go
it don't seem fair...today just disappeared
your light's reflected now, reflected from afar
we were but stones, your light made us stars
with heavy breath, awakened regrets
back pages and days alone that could have been spent, together..
but we were miles apart
every inch between us becomes light years now
no time to be void or save up on life
you got to spend it all..
and wherever you've gone
and wherever we might go
it don't seem fair...you seemed to like it here
your light's reflected now, reflected from afar
we were but stones, your light made us stars
and wherever you've gone
and wherever we might go
it don't seem fair...today just disappeared
your light's reflected now, reflected from afar
we were but stones, your light made us stars

universo paralelo - demo que nunca viu a luz do dia...
I've seen puzzles made out of wood, i've seen games with pieces and rules
i've decipered a trick or two at the bar, but there's a lot I haven't figured this far
i've come up with riddles and jokes about war
i've figured out numbers and what battleships are for
i've understood feelings and i've understood words but the mystery remains
i miss you
you are never as beautiful as at the end of the day
when you're world's away
oh, in this world
we can all run away
but we can't let death appear at the end of the day
you come back here
it's been a long, long day
and it's hard to say i'm just a drunk
ohhh, just a drunk
if you can imagine words
all that remains
ohhh, i'm just a drunk
a puddle in the parking lot
you are never as beautiful as at the end of the day
when you walk away
oh, in this world
we can all run away
but we can not disappear at the end of the day
you come back here
you are never as beautiful as at the end of the day
when you're world's away
oh, in this world
we can all run away
but we can't let death appear at the end of the day
you come back here
come back here...
come back here...
come back here...

para quem não entender italiano (como eu...), scarica quer dizer download...

os universos paralelos (não) estão a anos-luz uns dos outros...

voice from beyond

death by guitar...

DFA 1979 - you're a woman, i'm a machine...
com o típico tempo londrino de verão, i.e., light drizzle

when the flesh hits the fan

...não tiveste tempo de crescer
não tiveste espaço para errar
por isso anseias o momento do impacto
constantemente à espera de instantâneos que não se repetem
porque não passam de instantâneos, que nada duram, nada satisfazem
arrastas-te pelo mundo vivendo das palavras dos outros
agarrando-te aos dramas de cada um
para compensar a ausência de reflexos
o curativo universal tratará de te sentenciar o destino
e aquilo que agora reprimes
serás incapaz de libertar no futuro...
...a cabeça que não pára de andar à roda
à procura de um ponto de referência
capaz de guiar os passos, de indicar o caminho...
...6 para o fim
6 oportunidades, 6 tentativas
para alcançar o jackpot
tempo não te falta para as usar...

burning truth

...in reality there is no other world hell. it's called life...