sexta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2010
Walking After you
Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
quarta-feira, 10 de novembro de 2010
"Here the man of creative imagination pays a ghastly price for all his superiorities and immunities. It's the particular penalty of those who pursue strange butterflies into dark forests, and go fishing in the enchanted and forbidden streams"
Mencken.
"We work in the dark—we do what we can do—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art."
Henry James.
Sempre procuro me lembrar dessas citações quando estou tentando escrever algo, ou ate mesmo quando estou sem inspiração, porem nem elas tem me inspirado, e agora josé?
Mencken.
"We work in the dark—we do what we can do—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art."
Henry James.
Sempre procuro me lembrar dessas citações quando estou tentando escrever algo, ou ate mesmo quando estou sem inspiração, porem nem elas tem me inspirado, e agora josé?
domingo, 7 de novembro de 2010
Ozzy pra vida x)
Paranoid
Ozzy Osbourne
Composição: Ozzy Osbourne, Tony Iommi, Geezer Butler e Bill Wardpeople think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me?
Occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel so love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late
segunda-feira, 1 de novembro de 2010
Jesus of Suburbia
Jesus Of Suburbia
Green Day
Composição: Billie Joe Armstrong / Mike Dirnt / Tré CoolPart I
Jesus of Suburbia
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
Who don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the Moms & Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Part II
City of the Damned
At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says "home is where your heart is"
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
Part III
I don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care (4x)
I don't care.....
Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care! (5x)
Part IV
Dearly beloved
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented?
Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded?
Or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse
Part V
Tales of another broken home
To live, and not to breathe
Is to die, in tragedy
To run, to run away to find what to believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
So I run ,I run away
To the light of masochist
And I, leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I, walked this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame, i wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving home.
Jesus of Suburbia
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
Who don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the Moms & Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Part II
City of the Damned
At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says "home is where your heart is"
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
Part III
I don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care (4x)
I don't care.....
Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care! (5x)
Part IV
Dearly beloved
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented?
Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded?
Or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse
Part V
Tales of another broken home
To live, and not to breathe
Is to die, in tragedy
To run, to run away to find what to believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
So I run ,I run away
To the light of masochist
And I, leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I, walked this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame, i wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving home.
gosto mtu dessa musica, é a unica musica do green day que eu acho foda =)
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