bare

"If you've got something left to say
You'd better say it now
Anything but "stay"
Just say it now
We know we've reached the end
We just don't know how
"well at least we'll still be friends"
Yeah one last useless vow...

"there are different ways to live"
Yeah I know that stuff
"other ways to give"
Yeah all that stuff
But holding onto used to be
Is not enough
Memory's not life
And it's not love

We should let it all go
It never stays the same
So why does it hurt me like this
When you say that I've changed?
When you say that I've aged?
Say I'm afraid...

And all the tears you cry
They're not tears for me
Regrets about your life
They're not regrets for me
It never turns out how you want
Why can't you see?
It all just slips away
It always slips away
Eventually...

So if you've got nothing left to say
Just say goodbye
Turn your face away
And say goodbye
You know we've reached the end
You just don't know why
And you know we can't pretend
After all this time

So just let it all go
Nothing ever stays the same
So why does it hurt me like this
To say that I've changed?
To say that I've aged?
Say I'm afraid...

But there are long long nights when I lay awake
And I think of what I've done
Of how I've thrown my sweetest dreams away
And what I've really become
And however hard I try
I will always feel regret
However hard I try
I will never forget

I will never forget"


-- The Cure

lips of ashes

"Paralysed
Lips of Ashes
Synchronised
Blue vein crashes

Touching you inside

Idolised
Black Eyes fading
You and I
Connection failing

I drill down inside"

-- Porcupine Tree

you wish

"Nothing, is gonna survive
And her thing, always alive
Despite on the edge
Well it'll make you cry
It's never ending
and never surrendering

Nothing, is gonna roll
and her thing, out of control
And shame, on the underdog
and who's to blame,
About the other day?
It's never ending
and never surrendering

Nothing, is gonna survive
And nothing, always alive
Despite on the edge
Well it'll make you cry
And who's to blame
about the other day?
It's never ending
and never surrendering
Her end, something new
And nothing, all but you
And the life you want to live
And the life you want to live
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right..."

-- Unida

born a girl

"Do I look good for you tonight
Will you accuse me as I hide
Behind these layers of disguise
In the mirrors of my own happiness

I've loved the freedom of being inside
Need a new start and a different time
Something grows in the space between me
And it's twisting and changing this fragile body

And I wish I had been born a girl instead of what I am
Yes I wish I had been born a girl and not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man

The censorship of my skin
Is screaming inside and from within
There's no room in this world for a girl like me
And place around there where I fit in

And I wish I had been born a girl instead of what I am
Yes I wish I had been born a girl and not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man
And not this mess of a man"

-- Manic Street Preachers

plume

"oh yeah, another day
oh yeah, gotta play
what it is, it never was
i don't care to give enough

my boredom has outshined the sun
it's so down low
i just want to have some little fun

oh yeah, another day
oh yeah, what a waste
what it is, it never was
i don't care, or give a fuck

my boredom has outshined the sun
it's so down low
i just want to have some little fun

bring me down
bring me down"

-- The Smashing Pumpkins

comfortably numb

"Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts,
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more ...Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working. Good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb."

-- Pink Floyd

the darker days of me and him

"Promises, promises
I'm feeling burned
You taught me a lesson
I didn't want to learn

Why did I come here?
Please tell me again
Why did you ask me?
Don't say you forget

I long for, I long for
I long for my home
I long for a land where
No man was ever known

With no neurosis
No psychosis
No psychoanalysis
And no sadness

I'll pick up the pieces,
I'll carry on somehow
Tape the broken parts together
And limp this love around

Limp this love around"

-- P.J. Harvey

Medeaspiel

"Uma cama desce da teia e é colocada de pé. Duas mulheres com máscaras mortuárias trazem para o palco uma jovem rapariga e instalam-na de costas na cama. Vestir da noiva. Atam-na à cama com o cinto do vestido de noiva. Dois homens com máscaras mortuárias trazem o noivo e põem-no de cara voltada para a noiva. Ele faz o pino, caminha sobre as mãos, pavoneia-se frente a ela, etc; ela ri silenciosamente. Ele rasga o vestido de noiva e toma lugar ao lado da noiva. Projecção: acasalamento. Com os farrapos do vestido de noiva as máscaras mortuárias homens atam as mãos e as máscaras mortuárias mulheres os pés da noiva às extremidades da cama. O resto serve de mordaça. Enquanto o homem, frente ao seu público feminino, faz o pino, caminha sobre as mãos, pavoneia-se, etc, o ventre da mulher incha até que rebenta. Projecção: parto. As máscaras mortuárias mulheres tiram uma criança do ventre da mulher, desfazem os seus nós e metem-lhe a criança nos braços. Durante esse tempo as máscaras mortuárias homens cobriram-no de tal modo de armas que o homem não pode mais mover-se senão a quatro patas. Projecção: massacre. A mulher desvia o seu rosto, desfaz a criança e atira os pedaços na direcção do homem. Da teia caem sobre o homem restos de membros entranhas."

--Heinner Müller (Adolfo Luxúria Canibal / Miguel Pedro)

Andréa Dória

Às vezes parecia que, de tanto acreditar
Em tudo que achávamos tão certo,
Teríamos o mundo inteiro e até um pouco mais:
Faríamos floresta do deserto
E diamantes de pedaços de vidro.

Mas percebo agora
Que o teu sorriso
Vem diferente,
Quase parecendo te ferir.

Não queria te ver assim
Quero a tua força como era antes.
O que tens é isso teu
E de nada vale fugir
E não sentir mais nada.

Às vezes parecia que era só improvisar
E o mundo então seria um livro aberto,
Até chegar o dia em que tentamos ter demais,
Vendendo fácil o que não tinha preço.

Eu sei - é tudo sem sentido.
Quero ter alguém com quem conversar,
Alguém que depois não use o que eu disse
Contra mim.

Nada mais vai me ferir.
É que eu já me acostumei
Com a estrada errada que segui
E com a minha própria lei.

Tenho o que ficou
E tenho sorte até demais,
Como sei que tens também.


-- Legião Urbana

Letra: Renato Russo
Música: Dado Villa-Lobos/Renato Russo/Marcelo Bonfá