Lay

Minha mãe sempre me acusa de arrogância.

E de achar que sei tudo.

Mas ultimamente, o que eu mais digo tem sido "não sei", ou "sei lá".
Síndrome de Sócrates.

Eu só queria voltar àquela época, tão recente, e no entanto, parece um passado distante.
"We were young and life was hopeful
No one threatened our existence
We were laughing, they couldn't stop us
No one in the world."

The Who - Baba O'Riley

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's just a teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!

Tradução:

Aqui nos campos
Eu luto pelas minhas refeições
Eu tenho minhas responsabilidades no meu modo de viver
Eu não preciso lutar
Para provar que estou certo
Eu não preciso ser perdoado

Não chore,
Não levante seu olhar
É só a devastação adolescente

Sally, pegue minha mão
Bem, viaje até o sul, cruzando a território
Apague o fogo e não olhe acima de meu ombro

O êxodo está aqui
Aqueles felizes estão próximos
Vamos ficar juntos antes de ficarmos muito velhos

Devastação adolescente
É só a devastação adolescente
Devastação adolescente
É só a devastação adolescente

Eles estão todos bêbados!

The Cribs - Be Safe

One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour. These are the days when I hate the world, hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent, the TV watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones. Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realising that. There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living. We each know our own fate. We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. These things don't change. You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents but sooner or later your own self will always catch up. Always it waits in the wings. Ideas swirl but don't stick. They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield. One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes, the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold. Walls of grey. Nothing good on the radio. Not a thought in my head.

I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead

Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow, frame by frame with two minutes that take ten years to live out. Yeah, lets do that.

Telephone poles like praying mantras against the sky, metal arms outstretched. So much land travelled so little sense made of it. It doesn't mean a thing all this land laid out behind us. I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while. I'm disgusted with petty concerns; parking tickets, breakfast specials. Does someone just have to carry this weight? Abstract typography, methane inconvenience, linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, and torturous lice, mad Elizabeth. Chemotherapy bullshit.


I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead
I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead
I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead
I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead

The light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail, steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories, movements, the movie unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin.

I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away, I've hear your stairs creak. I can fix my mind on your yes, and on your no. I'll film you face today in the sparkling canals, all red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection. Racing thoughts, racing thoughts. All too real, you're moving so fast now I cant hold your image. This image I have of your face by the window, me standing beside you arm on your shoulder. A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses then gone again.

Every clear afternoon now I'll picture you up in the air twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair. You scream so well, your smile so loud it still rings in my ears.

I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead

Imitation. Distant, tired of longing. Clean white teeth. Stay the course. Hold the wheel. Steer on to freedom. Open all the boxes.

Open all the boxes.

Open all the boxes.

Open all the boxes.

Times Square midday: newspaper buildings, news headlines going around, you watch as they go, and hope that some good comes. Those tree shadows in the park they're all whistling chasing leaves. Around six pm, shadows across cobblestones, girl in front of a bathroom mirror she slowly and carefully and paints her face green and mask like. A portrait. A green stripe. Long shot through apartment window, a monologue on top but no girl in shot. The light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories, movements. The movie unreeling, about to begin.

That was great
Yeah? Mine were alright. Wasn't my best one but who cares?
That's the spirit...

xxx

A música é LINDA, mas nem a pau que eu vou traduzir isso tudo, bjs.

"Tanta falta.

Agosto 15, 2008 por ♥ Lyani

Por que sinto falta de você? Se você nem ao menos existiu de verdade? Por que sinto falta do outro tom do meu cabelo, dos olhos lindos que nunca tive? Porquê sinto saudades daquelas escadas imponentes? Por que me faz falta o sol entrando pela janela e tocando aquela cama em que jamais me deitei? Por que seu sorriso carinhoso, seu olhar, seu toque, suas palavras me fazem suspirar de saudade, se nunca de fato ocorreram? Por que sinto saudades e choro pela falta do filho que não gerei? Por que sinto saudades das lindas roupas e do bom gosto em combiná-las que nunca tive? Por que as rosas? Por que justamente elas me fazem tanta falta se nunca as vi ou senti seu perfume? E aqueles olhares? Por que me faltam se nunca se puseram sobre mim? O perfume, o seu tão conhecido perfume que nunca senti, me faz falta. Me faz falta tudo que você nunca me disse, e as longas manhãs e cafés que nunca tomamos juntos e os presentes que nunca me deu. E aquelas pessoas, irmãos, cunhados, sobrinhos, afilhados, todos familiares que nunca tiveram o meu sangue e também fazem falta. E a aliança que nunca colocou em meu dedo, faz falta. E a ausência que sinto quando lembro dos sonhos que nunca realizamos. E o vazio de tantas coisas que nunca vivi e no entanto… me fazem tanta falta.

{ Lyani } 03/02/2007"

From: "Entre Aspas"

Life for rent - Dido

I haven't ever really found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind, that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought

If my life is for rent
And I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
'Cause nothing I have is truly mine

I've always thought that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone
And live more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
'Cause there's really nothing left here to stop me
It's just a thought, only a thought

If my life is for rent
And I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get,
'Cause nothing I have is truly mine

If my life is for rent
And I don't, learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
'Cause nothing I have is truly mine

While my heart is a shield
And I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail
So I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive?

But if my life is for rent
And I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get,
'Cause nothing I have is truly mine

If my life is for rent
And I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get,
'Cause nothing I have is truly mine

'Cause nothing I have is truly mine
'Cause nothing I have is truly mine
'Cause nothing I have is truly mine.

Oi 2009.

Eu tenho medo de você. Muito.

Medo de você tirar tudo o que eu conquistei e/ou dei a sorte de encontrar em 2008.
Medo de você ser uma réplica de 2007, medo de dia 01/01/2009 ser um reflexo do que eu posso esperar pro resto do ano.
É.

Medo de voltar a ser o que era, voltar àquela vidinha miserável, deprimente e opressiva.
Medo de voltar a viver puramente por falta de opção.

Medo. Ou receio, tantófaz.

Mas eu não costumo sentir isso. Eu não gosto de sentir isso. Eu não quero sentir isso.

Eu quero que isso acabe. Eu quero ir embora, eu quero voltar pra casa.

Só que o único lugar onde eu já me senti em casa não me pertence. E jamais pertenceu.

Paul Weller - No one in the world

Come down, the tea is on the table
Nothing seems to matter anymore
And if you're good we'll go out on Sunday
Spend the whole day thinking of you
Take you sailing across the water
To a faraway place

Remember when life was lovely
Forever was captured in your smile
When we were young and life was hopeful
No one threatened our existence
We were laughing
They couldn't stop us
No one in the world

Remember when life was lovely
Forever was captured in your smile
When we were young and life was hopeful
No one threatened our existence
We were laughing
They couldn't stop us
No one in the world.