quarta-feira, agosto 16, 2006

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

terça-feira, agosto 01, 2006

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

sábado, julho 29, 2006

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