quinta-feira, 26 de junho de 2008
sábado, 21 de junho de 2008
Therapy? - Unbeliever
Don't belong in this world or the next one
Wasting every day to my own end
Feeling awkward, feeling clumsy, hating
Everything I've ever done before
Then you leave me, like the others
Leave me too much time
On my own
Had enough of reinventing memories
Living in the shadow of your charm
The sharpnel of your insults buried deeper
Than confidence can ever overcome
Then you leave me, like the others
Leave me too much time
On my own
I'm on my own
Choking on anticipation waiting
On you to say something to bring me back
All I want's a trace of recognition
Your silence is as heavy as my eyes
Then you leave me, like the others
Leave me too much time
On my own
I'm on my own
Therapy? - Bad Mother
O nome da banda diz muito.
O titulo do tema também.
A letra da música diz o resto...
It¹s a beautiful day
But I don¹t see it that way
The sky¹s too bright
For my tired eyes to take
And I wish I was home
I¹m edgy cramped and cold
Trying to keep down the things
That you keep wanting to throw up
You only mean it
Cos you look like Jesus
You really meant it
When you look like Jesus
In your retirement home
Watching your wanting to die
This thing has sucked
All the dignity from your life
And this used to be fun
This used to be what you want
Now its just the same
As everything, you run away
You only mean it
If you look like Jesus
You really mean it
Cos you look like Jesus
The vicious vulgar colours clash
Like the twelfth day of July
Left abandoned in a field
Endless wailing scaring me
I could see beyond the field
Being left alone in lonely summer
I am stuck out here
Waiting for you to take me home
You only mean it
If you look like Jesus
You only mean it
Cos you look like Jesus
You really mean, you really mean it
cos you look like Jesus
You really mean it (I¹m falling)
You really mean it
O titulo do tema também.
A letra da música diz o resto...
It¹s a beautiful day
But I don¹t see it that way
The sky¹s too bright
For my tired eyes to take
And I wish I was home
I¹m edgy cramped and cold
Trying to keep down the things
That you keep wanting to throw up
You only mean it
Cos you look like Jesus
You really meant it
When you look like Jesus
In your retirement home
Watching your wanting to die
This thing has sucked
All the dignity from your life
And this used to be fun
This used to be what you want
Now its just the same
As everything, you run away
You only mean it
If you look like Jesus
You really mean it
Cos you look like Jesus
The vicious vulgar colours clash
Like the twelfth day of July
Left abandoned in a field
Endless wailing scaring me
I could see beyond the field
Being left alone in lonely summer
I am stuck out here
Waiting for you to take me home
You only mean it
If you look like Jesus
You only mean it
Cos you look like Jesus
You really mean, you really mean it
cos you look like Jesus
You really mean it (I¹m falling)
You really mean it
sexta-feira, 6 de junho de 2008
quarta-feira, 4 de junho de 2008
Fish - The Company
Arrepiante... Ouvir Fish (ou Marillion, Iron Maiden, etc...) é como regressar a para casa. Faz de parte de mim, do meu ser, do meu crescimento. Foi a minha educação.
Coheed and Cambria - Delirium Trigger
Sem palavras. Simplesmente tinha de colocar este post.
"Este rapaz eu conheço e nunca antes sentiu tanta urgência..."
"Este rapaz eu conheço e nunca antes sentiu tanta urgência..."
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