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domingo, 31 de março de 2013

Seasick

Toss me a ceiling as my mind betrays me
I try to set pointers in a timeless useless space
Our faults and fights seems to float and mix
While a last kiss shall give up and fade

Honey, tell me
If I pray to heaven above
will it pull me up to breathe again?

Before he left stodly he said to me
"Learn to swim, girl, grow some wings"
Grow some gills and eat your soul and feels"
But silence ate the time that I can't kill
And water ate the tears that I can't cry

I had enough of faith
I can't have no more
I had enough of time
I can't have no more
I had enough of fire
I can't have no more
I had enough of air
I can't have no more

Would it be surprising if we know we're dying?
Would it matter if we know it's getting dark outside?
Would it matter if it'd start to rain?

sábado, 30 de março de 2013

Butterfly

Then I might spread what is my own
And embrace the warmth when it comes
It's my curse, my bonfire, my kindness act
It's the other face I give to the words I said
Then I'm flesh until I'm a fucking hurricane

A long way from dust and in dust I am again
For my heart is limited and won't be set free
Inside of what are my vices and my strengths 
Though I can only wish to fly out of a memory

Waterfall of luck
Honey from a butterfly
Flapping wings through a meteor shower
Caught in a frost hour and justified
Handfull of pollen
Ghost of a butterfly
Keeping winds and rains for dried grounds
I'll fly towards the sun and lands beyond
To never return

So I gather these sands on my acre of moon
And forge my wills of escape to deeper glooms
It's my build, my reverance to my eager routines
That feeds drifts and dysfunctional doctrines

All I can do is undo myself
'Cause I can't grow a small faith
I can't put god in anybody's feet
But while you're eating words and seeds
I have been painting daisies on my weeds

No, I won't stay
Almost untouched, almost arrived
Almost loved, almost translated
Almost imaculated, almost above

domingo, 17 de março de 2013

Playlist - Março

1.In This Moment - Blood
2.Nine Inch Nails - Starfuckers
3.Tori Amos - Liquid Diamonds
4.Antony & The Johnsons - River of Sorrow
5.Pink Floyd - Hey You
6.Jay Vaquer - Você Não Me Conhece
7.Fiona Apple - Dull Tool
8.Bjork - Unravel
9.Lana del Rey - Carmen
10.Garbage - Stupid Girl

Supernova

No adoration got acquainted with rue
But it sure tastes like something borrowed, yet fresh
A body faster than mind, I don't fear your inevitable

In unquiet redemption, all my will is still true
And the only concrete thing that's left of me
Brought up to higher heavens to know my seed
Has deserted a last piece of ground under my feet

I had to float through
I had to billow out
I had to die that little
And so I did

If I can't choose between flesh and light
And I can only survive in a heavy breath
And in these silent cries for help
If the sound of hurricanes and small prayers
In large layers covers everything I see
Hope burned in every shot
Belied in every death

I took my miracles where I could get them
Right when whispers and praisers became unheard
So I thought about drinking heaven for the last time
To know how fast loss can be drained back into light

I had to brutally unravel
I had to let senses go
I had to die just that little
And so I did