ora pt1

portanto eis que. nada melhor para acabar um dia do que: cancelar gigs, e um porradão de coisas piores. mas hey, quem desespera, enfia o dedo no cu e chora? é capaz....

é que podia ter havido algo positivo. mas não. bora lá a juntar toda a merda num dia e pronto. ah, desculpem. este post não é coisas poética, nem bonitas, nem nada (mas pode vir a resultar em algo futuramente), é apenas um desabafo de alguém que se fartou de muita coisa hoje e viu a vida a andar para t´ras. tanto trabalho, para agora chegar com o rato e clicar no botão reciclar. caralhio. e nao caralho. caralhio, é o que tenho a dizer para isto e para pessoas que pensam que tºao na moda e sabem muito e isso tudo. se soubessem metade do que sei, ui. ui ui. ganiam pelas custuras enquanto levavm no rabinho (pronto, desculpem a argesividade). resta-me ir dormir.
ir dormir e esperar por dias melhores, por dias mais inspirados, por dias mais solarengos. e por menos café a cair pelas mãos que aquilo cheria mal.

mas novas ideias surgem. e vão surgir. vontade de deitar tudo para o lixo e recomeçar. ma nao. perdoem os erros, isto de ter as pontas dos dedos sem sensibilidade tem muito que se lhes diga (interpretação a cargo de cada um).

I hear voices all the time

though my path as gone astray....



Lie after lie after lie after lie after lie after lie....
what does that make you?
A shadow of what you could be....


Why do i have these feelings, these dreams, these strange desires?
They drive me insane, they fuck with me, they leave me crazy...
They make me, the voices i hear...


Run                        Run
    Run                        Run
        Run                        Run
            Run                        Run
                Run                        Run


and cover your ears

the change

Here goes.
Step by step.
Note by note.
The Ballad of the Broken Soul.
The little, soft tender feel you get each and every day
of Loneliness, Despair, Forgetfulness, all of it.
1+1=0.
Neverthless, you feel like something will work it's way out, and
You won't be that lonely.
You won't feel despair.
She is out there, tee-hee-hee.
Can you smell it?

RRP

So.
What's now? No more room for second chances,
No more space for re-starting, re-styilin', re-member, re-spacing, re-writing, re-discovery, re-try, re-kindling, re-sizing
Never mind.

The ghost's are coming to haunt your fragile little soul and heart
Until only a black spot is left, but hey!
Over your shoulder, what's that?
A little shadow lurking over, monitoring your entire steps

THE SHADOW LURKS AND THE SHADOW FUCKS

But you don't see it yet.
You just nodd and carry on, little pig just eats and shits.

On the corner of your eye He lurks.
He waits for you to lower your guard to force you to
The little shop on the corner of the street,
And on, and on, and on, and on we march.

Relentlessly.
Restlessly.
Patiently.

We march from the shadow to Him

hold of hearts

It all started today.
I saw you across the room
and my oh my, was i stunned...

Regardless of the truth that lies in what
my eyes saw,
 i was absolutely, positively, universally smitten by you

Then our bodies touched...
arms on the shoulders, a simple and innocent hug, a hold of hearts, a just-cause of attraction, strings and attractors,
butterflies in my stomach...

and all crumbled... just as we united, we crumbled apart...
And we could do so much more, so much more...

I don't want to go