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Well I wish there was someone

Well I wish there was someone to love me

When I used to be someone

and I knew there was someone that loved me

as I sit here frozen alone

even ghosts get tired and go home

as they crawl back under the stones

And I wish there was something

please tell me there's something better

and I wish there was something more than this

Saturated loneliness

and I wish I could feel it

and I wish I could steal it

abduct it, corrupt it

but I never can, it's just

Saturated loneliness

Does the silence get lonely

Does the silence get lonely

Who knows?

I've been hearing it tell me

I've been hearing it tell me, "go home"

'cause the freaks are playing tonight

they packed up and turned out the lights

And I wish there was something

please tell me theres something better

and I wish there was something more than this

Saturated loneliness

and I wish I could feel it

and I wish I could steal it

abduct it, corrupt it

but I never can, it's just

saturated loneliness

and the bathwaters cold

and this life's getting old

and I wish I could feel it

and I wish I could feel it

and I wish I could steal it

abduct it, corrupt it

and I wish I could feel it

and I wish I could steal it

and I wish I could feel it

abduct it, corrupt it

but I never can,

I never can

never can

never can

never can

De génio.

Waking Life - um filme em estado puro #5

"They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?"

"There's only one instant, and it's right now. And it's eternity."

"The worst mistake that you can make is to think you're alive when really you're asleep in life's waiting room."

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Brilhante.

Waking life - um filme em estado puro #4

(O que ele diz, em inglês)

The reason why I refuse to take existentialism as just another French fashion or historical curiosity, is that I think it has something very important to offer us for the new century. I'm afraid we're losing the real virtues of living life passionately in the sense of taking responsibility for who you are, the ability to make something of yourself and feel good about life. Existentialism is often discussed as if it's, a philosophy of despair, but I think the truth is just the opposite. Sartre, once interviewed, said he never really felt a day of despair in his life. One thing that comes out from reading these guys is not a sense of anguish about life so much as, a real kind of exuberance, of feeling on top of it, it's like your life is yours to create. I've read the post modernists with some interest, even admiration, but when I read them I always have this awful nagging feeling that something absolutely essential is getting left out. The more you talk about a person as a social construction or as a confluence of forces or as fragmented of marginalised, what you do is you open up a whole new world of excuses. And when Sartre talks about responsibility, he's not talking about something abstract. He's not talking about the kind of self or soul that theologians would argue about. It's something very concrete, it's you and me talking, making decisions, doing things, and taking the consequences. It might be true that there are six billion people in this world, and counting, but nevertheless - what you do makes a difference. It makes a difference, first of all, in material terms, it makes a difference to other people, and it sets an example. In short, I think the message here is that we should never simply write ourselves off or see each other as a victim of various forces. It's always our decision who we are.

Waking Life - um filme em estado puro #3

"Creation seems to come out of imperfection, it seems to come out from a striving and a frustration..."

"words are symbols, are inert, are dead"

Waking Life - um filme em estado puro #2

Just listen to what they say.

Waking Life - um filme em estado puro.

Há letras que não precisam de música.

"Inside"

Inside the doors are sealed to love
Inside my heart is sleeping
Inside the fingers of my glove
Inside the bones of my right hand
Inside it's colder than the stars
Inside the dogs are weeping
Inside the circus of the wind
Inside the clocks are filled with sand
Inside she'll never hurt me
Inside the winter's creeping
Inside the compass of the night
Inside the folding of the land

Outside the stars are turning
Outside the world's still burning

Inside my head's a box of stars I never dared to open
Inside the wounded hide their scars, inside this lonesome sparrow's fall
Inside the songs of our defeat, they sing of treaties broken
Inside this army's in retreat, we hide beneath the thunder's call

Outside the rain keeps falling
Outside the drums are calling
Outside the flood won't wait
Outside they're hammering down the gate

Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love's an explosion,
Love is the fire of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
A violation, a mutilation, capitulation, love is annihilation.

Inside the failures of the light, the night is wrapped around me
Inside my eyes deny their sight, you'd never find me in this place
Inside we're hidden from the moonlight, we shift between the shadows
Inside the compass of the night, inside the memory of your face

Outside the walls are shaking
Inside the dogs are waking
Outside the hurricane won't wait
Inside they're howling down the gate

Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love's an explosion,
Love is the fire at the end of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
The pain of instruction
Love is a violation, a mutilation, capitulation,
Love is annihilation.

I climb this tower inside my head
A spiral stair above my bed
I dream the stairs don't ask me why,
I throw myself into the sky

Love me like a baby, love me like an only child
Love me like an ocean; love me like a mother mild
Love me like a father, love me like a prodigal son
Love me like a sister, love me like the world has just begun
Love me like a prodigy, love me like an idiot boy,
Love me like an innocent, love me like your favorite toy
Love me like a virgin, love me like a courtesan,
Love me like a sinner, love me like a dying man.

Annihilate me, infiltrate me, incinerate me, accelerate me, mutilate me, inundate me, violate me, implicate me, vindicate me, devastate me

Love me like a parasite, love me like a dying sun
Love me like a criminal, love me like a man on the run

Radiate me, subjugate me, incubate me, recreate me, demarcate me, educate me, punctuate me, evaluate me, conjugate me, impregnate me, designate me, humiliate me, segregate me, opiate me, calibrate me, replicate me.

Sting