Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
So good at being in trouble
Now that you’re gone
It’s been a long lonely time
It’s a long, sad lonely time
Rolling along, I'm in a strange state of mind
It’s a strange old state of mind
Memories they mess with my mind
Who am I to deny?
She was so good at being in trouble
So good at being in trouble
So good at being in trouble
So good at being in trouble
So good at being in trouble
So good at being in trouble
So bad at being in love
Now that you’re gone
It’s been a long lonely time
It’s a long, sad lonely time
Rolling along, I'm in a strange state of mind
It’s a strange old state of mind
Memories they mess with my mind
Who am I to deny?
She was so good at being in trouble
So good at being in trouble
So good at being in trouble
So good at being in trouble
So good at being in trouble
So good at being in trouble
So bad at being in love.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
The High Road
We're bound to wait all night
She's bound to run amok
Invested enough in it anyhow,
To each his own...
The Garden needs sorting out
She curls her lips on the bow
And I don't know if I'm dead or not
To anyone...
Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes,
This army has so many heads
To analyze...
Come on and get your overdose
Collect it at the borderline
And they want to get up in your head...
Cause they know and so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour to your new life
Tell all of your friends goodbye
The dawn to end all nights
That's all we hoped it was
A break form the warfare in your house
To each his own...
A soldier is bailing out
He curled his lips on the barrel
And I don't know if the dead can talk
To anyone...
Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
This army has so many hands
Are you one of us?
Come on and get your overdose
Collect it at the borderline
And they want to get up in your head
Cause they know and so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour to your new life
Tell all of your friends goodbye
It's too late to change your mind
You let loss be your guide...
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Better Days
I’ve seen better days, dripping down your face
We don’t have to talk, let’s dance
For all the times you felt alone, dreaming better
I see better, better days
Too dumb to say goodbye that's some cliché shit, make me wanna cry
Just know that every time I look in your eye, I see better, I see better, better days
Try to remember, that you can’t forget
Down with history, up with your head
For sweet tomorrow, she never fell from grace
We might still know sorrow but we got better days
I seen better ways, some won’t believe
But I don’t need much more than faith
For all the times you felt alone
Dreaming better, dreaming better, better ways
Too dumb to say goodbye, now that’s some give up shit, make me wanna cry
Just know that every time I look in your eye, I see better, I see better, better days
Try to remember, that you can’t forget
Down with history, up with your head
For sweet tomorrow, she never fell from grace
We might still know sorrow but we got better days
Better days.
Guess who's back in town.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
A pele que há em mim
Quando o dia entardeceu
E o teu corpo tocou
Num recanto do meu
Uma dança acordou
E o sol apareceu
De gigante ficou
Num instante apagou
O sereno do céu
E a calma a aguardar lugar em mim
O desejo a contar segundo o fim.
Foi num ar que te deu
E o teu canto mudou
E o teu corpo no meu
Uma trança arrancou
E o sangue arrefeceu
E o meu pé aterrou
Minha voz sussurrou
O meu sonho morreu
Dá-me o mar, o meu rio, minha calçada.
Dá-me o quarto vazio da minha casa
Vou deixar-te no fio da tua fala.
Sobre a pele que há em mim
Tu não sabes nada.
Quando o amor se acabou
E o meu corpo esqueceu
O caminho onde andou
Nos recantos do teu
E o luar se apagou
E a noite emudeceu
O frio fundo do céu
Foi descendo e ficou.
Mas a mágoa não mora mais em mim
Já passou, desgastei
Para lá do fim
É preciso partir
É o preço do amor
Para voltar a viver
Já nem sinto o sabor
A suor e pavor
Do teu colo a ferver
Do teu sangue de flor
Já não quero saber.
Dá-me o mar, o meu rio, a minha estrada.
O meu barco vazio na madrugada
Vou deixar-te no frio da tua fala.
Na vertigem da voz
Quando enfim se cala.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
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