"i know it only happened cos i couldnt stop DRINKING
it only happened cos i couldn't drink MORE!
he took a picture of the ugly scene
and made stupid threats, YEAH!, you know what i mean
i only hit him cos he made me CRAZY!
i only hit him cos he made me MAD!
she only hit him cos it gets her wet, YEAH!
she's one of a kind she's got CHIN MUSIC!
the boy wears it well
you never can...
i knew i couldn't stop it so i didn't die TRYING
i couldn't stop it so i didn't think TWICE
he wasn't heading for a glittering life
he's just a ONE-TOWN MAN with a ONE-MAN WIFE
i only hit him cos he made me CRAZY
i only hit him cos he made me MAD
she only hit him cos it gets her wet, YEAH!
she's ONE OF A KIND she's got CHIN MUSIC!
the boy wears it well
you never can..."
- Future Of The Left
This is prophylaxis, a practiced absence, a safer distance. He is a fine clinician to diagnose this, a sound decision. This is a family practice, it's anesthetic, it's nonreactive. This is a termination, a fine resemblance, but no relation.
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segunda-feira, janeiro 04, 2010
quinta-feira, outubro 08, 2009
terça-feira, agosto 25, 2009
'The Hope That House Built'
"In the end everybody wins as long as we remember
There's a reason for incredible wealth (incredible wealth)
Incredible luck (incredible luck)
Don't despair life is just a dream and nobody can judge us
If we choose to face ingradually (ingradually)
Makes everything right (means nothing can beat us)
Come join, come join our hopeless cause
Come join, come join our lost cause
Come join, come join our hopeless cause
Come join, come join our lost cause. (...)"
segunda-feira, agosto 17, 2009
silver
encontramos novas formas de ritmo neste contra-relógio casio pregado ao pulso esquerdo que corre louco desde a sua longínqua forja. corre como um fio de lava, projéctil líquido, tipo candeeiro chique caído, sem cima, só com um baixo, que foi as partida. encontramo-nos em novas formas de choque à medida que nos desbobinamos rumo à frente e ao que vem depois dela, em espirais, sempre, alongadas como um adn imemorial.
"Come on, Rick, I'm not a prize.
I'm not a cynic or one of those guys.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a rope,
Now pull your socks up.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a child,
I'm not special or one of a kind.
Come on Rick, I'm not a drunk,
I know my own worth,
I'm an adult!
I'm an adult!
A common purpose,
A common goal."
- Future Of The Left
"Come on, Rick, I'm not a prize.
I'm not a cynic or one of those guys.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a rope,
Now pull your socks up.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a child,
I'm not special or one of a kind.
Come on Rick, I'm not a drunk,
I know my own worth,
I'm an adult!
I'm an adult!
A common purpose,
A common goal."
- Future Of The Left
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