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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.

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

É isto.

É isto.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUnG3cZ0Kkg

- Excuse me.

- Excuse me.

- Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant, you know?

I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant auto-pilot with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival.

All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient polite manner. "Here's your change."

I don't want a straw, I want real human moments.

I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up.

I don't want to be an ant, you know?

I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up.

- Yeah. Yeah, no. I don't want to be an ant either. Yeah, thanks for kind of jostling me there.

I've been kind of on zombie auto-pilot lately, I don't feel like an ant in my mind, but I guess I probably look like one. It's kind of like D.H. Lawrence had this idea of two people meeting on a road. And instead of just passing and glancing away, they decide to accept what he calls "the confrontation between their souls." It's like, um, freeing the brave reckless gods within us all.

- Then it's like we have met.

- So it has a lot to do with choices and honoring people's ability to say what it is that they wanna see, and also consumerism and art and commodity, and if you don't like what you got, then you can send it back,

or you get what you pay for, or just participating, just really making choices. So, you wanna do it?

- Uh, yeah, yeah, that sounds really cool. I'd love to be in it, but, um ... Uh, I kind of gotta ask you a question first though. I don't really know how to say it, but, um, uh, what's it like to be a character in a dream? 'Cause, uh, I'm not awake right now. And I haven't even worn a watch since, like, fourth grade. I think this is the same watch too. Um, uh, yeah, I don't even know if you're able to answer that question, but I'm just trying to get like a sense of where I am and what's going on.

- So what about you? What's your name? What's your address? What are you doing?

- I, I, you know, I can't really remember right now. I can't really, I can't really recall that. But that's beside the point, whether or not I can dredge up this information about, you know, my address, or, you know, my mom's maiden name, or what not. I've got the benefit in this reality, if you wanna call that, of a consistent perspective.

- What is your consistent perspective?

- It's mostly just me dealing with a lot of people who are exposing me to information and ideas that seem vaguely familiar, but, at the same time, it's all very alien to me. I'm not in an objective, rational world. Like I've been flying around. Uh ... I don't know. It's weird too because it's not like a fixed state, it's more like this whole spectrum of awareness. Like the lucidity wavers. Like, right now, I know that I'm dreaming, right? We're, like, even talking about it. This is the most in myself and in my thoughts that I've been so far. I'm talking about being in a dream. But, I'm beginning to think that it's something that I don't really have any precedent for. It's, it's totally unique. The, the quality of, of the environment and the information that I'm receiving.

Nada de novo debaixo do sol.

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

There's a hole in my soul like a cavity

Seems like the world is out to gather just by gravity

The wheel keeps turning the sky's rearranging

Look my son the weather is changing

I'd like to feel that you could be free

Look up at the blue skies beneath a new tree

Sometime again

You'll turn green and the sea turns red

My son I said the power of axis over my head

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

We sang about the sun and danced among the trees

And we listened to the whisper of the city on the breeze

Will you cry in the most in a lead-free zone

Down within the shadows where the factories drone

On the surface of the wheel they build another town

And so the green come tumbling down

Yes close your eyes and hold me tight

And i'll show you sunset sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

As a child's silent prayer my hope hides in disguise

While satellites and cameras watch from the skies

An acid drop of rain recycled from the sea

It washed away my shadow burnt a hole in me

And all the king's men cannot put it back again

But the ghetto sun will nurture life

And mend my soul sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

Mind blowing.

Relativizar.

Como já devíamos saber, a representação mais exacta, mais precisa, da alma humana é o labirinto. Com ela tudo é possível.

In A Viagem do Elefante, José Saramago

Leveza.

Angústia.

Angustiante.

Verdadeiramente genial.

In my dreams I'm dying all the time.

"We suffer, everyday. What is it for?"

Sinto-me tão pequenina e insignificante.

Canto fúnebre.

Imagina que estás numa floresta. Está escuro. Estás nevoeiro. Não consegues ver o caminho. Não consegues ver-te a ti próprio. A única coisa que ouves é a tua respiração ofegante. De medo. Caminhas em direcção ao que pensas ser uma saída, mas cada vez te perdes mais, na verdade estás em direcção a um nada. Nada sabes do que se passa à tua volta. Ouves sons, vês sombras, vislumbres do que podem ser formas que conheces, realidades, mas não sabes. De repente, apercebes-te. Estás a andar às voltas. Então, decides parar. Nesse momento, pensas. Algo te incapacita de continuar. Não sabes se o melhor é ficar onde estás ou prosseguir. Não sabes nada de nada, talvez seja melhor não saberes, talvez seja melhor ficares na ignorância, ainda que esta te mate. O teu medo, a tua mente, o teu pensamento, o que sabes que existe mas que não conheces, incapacitam-te. Já reparaste na ironia? O que não conheces, controla-te, sem que possas fazer muito em relação a isso. Agora, a decisão é tua. Quer comeces a correr desesperada e estupidamente em direcção ao que não conheces, quer fiques exactamente no mesmo sítio, vais continuar a andar aos círculos. Vais sempre voltar ao mesmo ponto onde começaste, por onde passaste e talvez até onde paraste naquele momento.

Agora, imagina, que essa floresta, é a (tua) vida. A (tua) (in)existência.

now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

A tristeza e a alegria no mesmo minuto.

Há letras que não precisam sequer de música.

5am

Friday morning

Thursday night

Far from sleep

I'm still up and driving

Can't go home

obviously

So I'll just change direction

Cause they'll soon konw where I live

And I wanna live

Got a full tank and some chips

It was me and a gun

And a man on my back

And I sang "holy holy" as he buttoned down his pants

You can laugh

It's kind of funny things you think

at times like these

Like I haven't seen Barbados

So I must get out of this

Yes I wore a slinky red thing

Does that mean I should spread

For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed

Me and a gun

and a man

On my back

But I haven't seen Barbados

So I must get out of this

Yes I wore a slinky red thing

Does that mean I should spread

For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed

And I know what this means

Me and Jesus a few years back

Used to hang and he said

"It's your choice babe just remember

I don't think you'll be back in 3 days time

So you choose well"

Tell me what's right

Is it my right to be on my stomach

of Fred's Seville

Me and a gun

and a man

On my back

But I haven't seen Barbados

So I must get out of this

And do you know Carolina

Where the biscuits are soft and sweet

These things go through you head

When there's a man on your back

And you're pushed flat on your stomach

It's not a classic cadillac

Me and a gun

and a man

On my back

But I haven't seen Barbados

So I must get out of this

Há letras que não precisam sequer de música.

 

(letra escrita na ocasião em que a artista deu boleia a um fã que a violou no carro enquanto pedia para ela cantar. para ler nas entrelinhas...)

Desespero, angústia, aceitação. *

I'm not afraid of dying. Anytime I'll do, I don't mind. Why should I be afraid of dying? There's no reason for it, we gotta go sometime.

Desespero, negação, angústia, tristeza, aceitação pacífica (do absurdo e sem-sentido da vida). 

*Para mim, o que as três vozes representam, e a contraposição entre o que dizemos ("não tenho medo de morrer") e o que sentimos (as vozes). Genial. Do melhor que já ouvi de Pink Floyd e em toda a minha vida... (e do pouquíssimo rock que oiço).