la petite mort, a kinf of
My hands round your throat
If I kill you now, well they'll never know
Wake me up if I'm sleeping
By the look in your eyes I know the time's nearly come
If I kill you now, well they'll never know
Wake me up if I'm sleeping
By the look in your eyes I know the time's nearly come
(sabes, esta é aquela altura em que me emociono, aos 00:33. as cordas que entram em movimento ascendente circular, o coro que levanta cada um dos pelos da nuca, o trémulo da guitarra que me faz estremer... hush now)Wake me up cause I'm dreaming
Well, they'll never believe what's been happening here
But caught in my mind there's a way to get out
But caught in my mind there's a way to get out
Wake me up cause I'm dreaming, well they'll never believe it
So hush now my babe please don't cry, everything's gonna be alright
Hush now darling I can hear you're screaming
Let me hold you until the morning comes
So hush now my babe please don't cry, everything's gonna be alright
Hush now darling I can hear you're screaming
Let me hold you until the morning comes
So tell me this is what you want
You can whisper it soft or you can scream it out loud
Cause there's still time to change your mind
But do it now before tomorrow comes
You can whisper it soft or you can scream it out loud
Cause there's still time to change your mind
But do it now before tomorrow comes
Wake me up cause I'm dreaming, well they'll never believe it
So hush now my babe please don't cry, everything's gonna be alright
Hush now darling I can hear you're screaming
Let me hold you until the morning comes, until the morning comes
So hush now my babe please don't cry, everything's gonna be alright
Hush now darling I can hear you're screaming
Let me hold you until the morning comes, until the morning comes
The light is fading
But the stars are dancing bright
My mind is racing like the clouds across the sky
How did you make me go this far?
But the stars are dancing bright
My mind is racing like the clouds across the sky
How did you make me go this far?
elvis & panquecas
hoje, na time out lx, escrevo sobre o elvis, costello. a time out lx, como sabem, é a melhor publicação em língua portuguesa da zona euro. procurem nas bancas uma capa com panquecas. o texto sobre o elvis faz parte do meu projecto pro bono para um mundo melhor. bom dia!
this fire of autumn
don’t want nothing we can live without
don’t want nothing that don’t belong to us
don’t want nothing that don’t belong to us
um amor que começa assim
i've never been in love before.
depois do dedilhar da guitarra entram as cordas. e os coros. perdes a respiração vezes sem conta. esqueces-te de respirar, naqueles 3 minutos e 2 segundos, o tempo exacto de uma vida, de toda uma vida. como sabes da matemática.
depois do dedilhar da guitarra entram as cordas. e os coros. perdes a respiração vezes sem conta. esqueces-te de respirar, naqueles 3 minutos e 2 segundos, o tempo exacto de uma vida, de toda uma vida. como sabes da matemática.
according to [cont.]
honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at this wedding)
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for god likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at this wedding)
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for god likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)
Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn
The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some
And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe
A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips
No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees
Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn
The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some
And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe
A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips
No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees
Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you
dias ácidos
tropecei, nas últimas semanas, em textos mais ou menos longos, às vezes apenas desabafos, sobre a desilusão. o amigo que afinal não estava lá no momento esperado, a incompreensão, o diálogo que se quebra ou simplesmente não acontece, o preconceito, enfim, um rol de maldades, com o outro em palco.
são textos quase sempre surpreendidos, o que é muito bom - partem de pessoas que não esperavam dos outros o inferno. não precisaram de ler rousseau para acreditar em rousseau.
mas rousseau não tinha razão e não vale a pena persistir na ideia de qualquer bondade estrutural do ser humano. há uma acidez nestes dias, mas ela não explica tudo.
são textos quase sempre surpreendidos, o que é muito bom - partem de pessoas que não esperavam dos outros o inferno. não precisaram de ler rousseau para acreditar em rousseau.
mas rousseau não tinha razão e não vale a pena persistir na ideia de qualquer bondade estrutural do ser humano. há uma acidez nestes dias, mas ela não explica tudo.
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