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wquinta-feira, fevereiro 14, 2002 |
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rilkean heart
[cocteau twins]
Rilkean heart I looked for you
To give me transcendent experiences
To transport me out of self and aloneness
and alienation into a sense of
oneness and connection ecstatic and magical
I became a junkie for it
I came looking for the next high
and I'm sorry
I've been putting the search on the wrong place
I understand that you're confused
feeling overwhelmed
Well that's a feeling state from then
the reality, with cleaning up my emotion of life
and I'm getting in touch with myself
I'm beginning to ground myself
in my own sense of being as an entity
One entity on the planet
becoming truly self-reliant and become connected
with something beyond me
That is where I have to go
I'm so sorry I've been putting the search on the wrong place
You're lost and don't know what to do
But that's not all of you
That's your reality today
And that is all okay
I understand that you're confused, feeling overwhelmed
Well that's a feeling state from then
the reality
You're lost and don't know what to do
But it's not all of you
That's the reality today
And now it's all okay
I understand that you're confused, feeling overwhelmed
Well that's a feeling state from then
the reality...
posted by
russoz at 12:05 a.m.
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wquarta-feira, fevereiro 13, 2002 |
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Dead Can Dance
Into the Labyrinth (1993)
The Carnival is Over
Outside
The storm clouds gathering,
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn
Reach up and kiss the sky.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.
I remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play when the circus came to town.
Look! Over here.
Outside
The circus gathering
Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
The procession moved on the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving town.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye.
The carinval is over.
We sat and watched
As the moon rose again
For the very first time.
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russoz at 2:18 p.m.
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Em momentos como esse, a gente sempre pode contar com Dead Can Dance:
The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove
I thought that you knew it all
Well you've seen it ten times before.
I thought that you had it down
With both your feet on the ground.
I love slow...slow but deep.
Feigned affections wash over me.
Dream on my dear
And renounce temporal obligations.
Dream on my dear
It's a sleep from which you may not awaken.
You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now I'm serving time in disillusionment.
I don't believe you anymore...I don't believe you.
I thought that I knew it all
I'd seen all the signs before.
I thought that you were the one
In darkness my heart was won.
You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now I'm serving time in a domestic graveyard.
I don't believe you anymore...I don't believe you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I never found a home inside of you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I gave you all my time.
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russoz at 1:56 p.m.
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wsegunda-feira, fevereiro 04, 2002 |
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puta merda, essa música, Lazy Line Painter Jane, do Belle and Sebastian é muito legal!!!!!!
Lazy Line Painter Jane
Working the village shop
Putting a poster up
Dreaming of anything
Dreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you're in
In the mud, on your knees
Trying hard not to please
Anyone, all the time
Being a rebel's fine
But you go all the way to being brutal
You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the first bus out of town
On the first bus out of town
Let's see your kit for games
All the girls look the same
You are challenging style for running miles
You're running miles in some boys jumper
Boo to the business world!
You know a girl who's tax free on her back and making
Plenty cash
While you are working for the joy of giving
You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see
You will have a boy tonight
Or maybe you will have a girl tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see
You are in two minds
Tossing a coin to decide whether you should tell your mum
About a dose of thrush you got while you were licking railings
But you read in a book
That you got free in Boots
There are lotions, there are potions
You can take to hide your shame from all those prying eyes
Lazy Jane, all the time
Painting lines
You are sleeping at bus stops
Wondering how you got your name
And what you're going to do about it
You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see
posted by
russoz at 3:02 p.m.
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to ouvindo Belle & Sebastian na Rádio UOL, estavam falando tanto que eu fiquei curioso. Achei legal, mas não tão impressionante quanto diziam...
posted by
russoz at 12:09 p.m.
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wdomingo, fevereiro 03, 2002 |
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o que rolou no fim de semana
RUSSIANS
(Sting)
In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too
How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie that we don't believe anymore
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is that the Russians love their children too
e também uma Siouxie:
Cities In Dust
(Siouxie and The Banshees)
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares shrine?
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
We found you hiding---we found you lying
choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Hot and burning---in your nostrils
pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies---blanket of cinders
caught in the throes...
And your city lies in dust
posted by
russoz at 9:39 p.m.
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