Archive for Maio, 2007
…the push
the city is a trap
in which we fling our worries
and grasp for somebody’s promise of good life
forever changing plans
restrained by envious spirits
and wanting to want to give in
and go for the country
my love will always be
of vibrant and dense traffic music
that fills me up when nothing is expected
the push
and the shock
the handshake that could be changing your direction
the mess
and the chaos
the sounds of someone close to falling apart
don’t wake me from the dream
don’t shake me from the notion
that the day will come
and I’ll belong and not be lost
so far away from hell
from unpaid debts and world war
where my bare feet are walking on dew
whituot treading a needle
on a needle
the push
and the fall
the handshake to the change of your direction
the mess
and the chaos
the sounds of someone close to falling apart
…ViCiniTy
aCtioN person leaves paRtY or foRmaL gathering fAilinG to inform others about His departure leAviNg theM cLueLesS and apPrehEnsive aBout his abrupt vaNisHmEnT from the ViCiniTy.
While attending a party or gathering, one initiates deparTuRe by siMplY flEeiNg in secrecy leaving his acquaintances completly iGNORANT to his diSsaPeaRenCe; this action aLsO tends to piss people OFF as well.
warm industries…
It’s up to you… Cause I’m absolutely numb.
everyone is totally insane…
Hear me out, for I was joyful once
Like everyone
Hear me out, I must have changed
Sometime and all at once
Cos it seems
That nothing stays the same as certainly as me
obviously…
2 + 2 = 5…Fucking pigs…Fucking cows…Cows create pigs…Pigs destroy Cows…Touché…Deja Vu
…no one’s gonna fool around with us
Someone’s always coming around here trailing some new kill
Says I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill
And what’s a game of chance to you, to him is one
Of real skill
So glad to meet you
Angeles
Picking up the ticket shows there’s money to be made
Go on and lose the gamble that’s the history of the trade
Did you add up all the cards left to play to zero
And sign up with evil
Angeles
Don’t start me trying now
Cos I’m all over it
Angeles
I could make you satisfied in everything you do
All your ‘secret wishes’ could right now be coming true
And be forever with my broken arms around you
No one’s gonna fool around with us
No one’s gonna fool around with us
So glad to meet you
Angeles
aftermath…
I’m wondering if my thoughts of her
Have ever crossed her thoughts of me
And if they’re half as clear as mine
And if there’ll ever be a time
For us to journey once again
As lovers and as trusted friends
What if the best is yet to come
And this was only the first part run
Get a hold of yourself
Don’t worry about the aftermath
There is no one after you
Or on your back
Get a hold of yourself
Don’t worry about the aftermath
There is no one after you
But the everyday just can’t compete
With the beauty of a polariod
Where the fairytale endures complete
And her eyes are always full of joy
Like a frozen glimpse of butterflies
On a clourized celluloid sky
She waves her cheerful last goodbye
And begs for me to let passed things slide
Get a hold of yourself
And don’t worry about the aftermath
Cause there is no one after you
No one on your back
Less one
Ok… 1 year less to live… Time is such a bastard. It goes faster than a falling star. It eventually stops… Like a train out of tracks.
