Segunda-feira, 24 de Março de 2008

Quem escreve assim não é gago #7

You don't have to deal with the dealers
let your boyfriend deal with the dealers.
it only gets inconvenient
when you want to get high alone.

You don't have to know how to get home
let your boyfriend tell the driver the best way to go.
it only gets kind of wierd
when you wanna go home alone.

You don't have to know the inspiring people
let your boyfriend know the inspiring people.
you can hang in the kitchen
talk about the stars and the upcoming sequel.

If you get tired of your boyfriends things
there's always other boys.
there's always other boyfriends.
if you get tired of your boyfriends scene
there's always other scenes.
there's always other boyfriends.

You don't have to deal with the dealers
let your boyfriend deal with the dealers.
it only gets inconvenient
when you want to get high alone.

You don't have to go to the right kind of schools
let your boyfriend come from the right kind of schools.
you can wear his old sweatshirt.
you can cover yourself like a bruise.

If you get tired of your boyfriend's things.
there's always other boys
there's always other boyfriends.
if you get tired of your football friends.
there's always other boys
there's always other boyfriends.
if you get tired of the the car he drives.
there's always other boys
you can make him like you.
if you get tired of the music he likes.
there's always other boys
you can make him like you.

 

You Can Make Him Like You - The Hold Steady

 


Lídia Gomes às 22:16
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Domingo, 14 de Outubro de 2007

Quem escreve assim não é gago #6

 

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
but heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
and heaven knows I'm miserable now

In my life
why do I give valuable time
to people who don't care if I live or die

Two lovers entwined pass me by
and heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
and heaven knows I'm miserable now

In my life
why do I give valuable time
to people who don't care if I live or die

 

What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed
"You've been the house too long" she said
and I naturally fled

In my life
why do I smile
at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
but heaven knows I'm miserable now
"You've been the house too long" she said
and I naturally fled

In my life
why do I give valuable time
to people who don't care if I live or die

 

                                                         

                                                               Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now - The Smiths

 

 


Lídia Gomes às 23:52
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Quinta-feira, 9 de Agosto de 2007

Quem escreve assim não é gago #5



In 1984 I was hospitalized for approaching perfection.

Slowly screwing my way across Europe, they had to make a correction.

Broken and smokin' where the infrared deer plunge in the digital snake.

I tell you, they make it so you can't shake hands when they make your hands shake.

 

I know you like to line dance, everything so democratic and cool,

But baby there's no guidance when random rules.

 

I know that a lot of what I say has been lifted off of men's room walls.

Maybe I've crossed the wrong rivers and walked down all the wrong halls.

But nothing can change the fact that we used to share a bed

and that's why it scared me so when you turned to me and said:

 

"Yeah, you look like someone

Yeah you look like someone who up and left me low.

Boy, you look like somene I used to know."

 

I asked the painter why the roads are colored black.

He said, "Steve, it's because people leave

and no highway will bring them back."

So if you don't want me I promise not to linger,

But before I go I gotta ask you dear about the tan line on your ring finger.

 

No one should have two lives,

now you know my middle names are wrong and right.

Honey we've got two lives to give tonight.


Random Rules, Silver Jews


Fábio Jesus às 21:02
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Sexta-feira, 15 de Junho de 2007

Quem escreve assim não é gago #4

What do you want of me

What do you long from me

A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn

A count, white and drawn

What do you make of me

What can you take from me

Pallid landscapes off my frown

Let me rip you up and down

 

For you I came to forsake

Lay wide despise and hate

I sing of you in my lamented songs

For you and your stimulations

Take what you can of me

Rip what you can off me

And this I'll say to you

And hope that it gets through

 

You worthless bitch

You fickle shit

You will spit on me

You will make me spit

And when the Judas howl arise

And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize

I'll still be here as strong as you

And I'll walk away in spite of you

 

And I'll walk away

Away

Walk away



Crowds - Bauhaus


Lídia Gomes às 22:49
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Sábado, 28 de Abril de 2007

Quem escreve assim não é gago #3



Did you hear the news about Edward?
On the back of his head
He had another face
Was it a woman's face
Or a young girl
They said to remove it would kill him
So poor Edward was doomed
The Face could laugh and cry
It was his Devil twin
And at night she spoke to him
Of things heard only in hell
They were impossible to separate
Chained together for life
Finally the bell tolled his doom
He took a suit of rooms
And hung himself and her
From the balcony irons
Some still believe he was freed from her
But i knew her too well
I say she drove him to suicide
And took Poor Edward to Hell


Poor Edward, Tom Waits


Fábio Jesus às 14:08
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Sábado, 24 de Março de 2007

Quem escreve assim não é gago #2

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way


I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As ev'ry fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all

                                       

                                                              Both Sides Now, Joni Mitchell

 


Lídia Gomes às 16:39
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Sexta-feira, 16 de Março de 2007

Quem escreve assim não é gago #1


 

This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach
Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don't know where I am, don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I'd let you know
That these things take forever, I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed
You felt as if you'd just woke up

And you said, "This is the first day of my life.
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you.
But, now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy."

So if you wanna be with me
With these things there's no telling
We'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery

Besides, maybe this time it's different
I mean I really think you like me


First Day of My Life, Bright Eyes


Fábio Jesus às 21:48
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