domingo, 31 de julho de 2011


Existem dias que parecem noites...

Há alguns dias só vejo noites...

Fase negra?

Será?

Não sei

Mas me apetece preto,

Sempre gostei...

Não gosto de escuro

Prefiro a penumbra

Luz indireta...

Pairam em minha mente perguntas escuras tentando 

iluminar incertezas inexistentes 

Em dias que já nem são tão mais claros que a noite...

terça-feira, 26 de julho de 2011

apetace-me fugir



Às vezes apetece-me fugir
ir embora, para me distrair
pegar numa mochila, na guitarra
meter-me num comboio, e libertar-me desta "amarra".

A liberdade fazia-me bem
mas tinha que ser com mais alguém
porque se há pior que prisão
é viver em solidão.

Fugir por uns tempos,
os dias, uns meses
mudar de ares, de ventos
de rotina, de afazeres.

O mundo pode ser belo
mas por vezes faz-me entristecer
parece que se parte o elo
que me liga à vontade de viver.

Mas ela volta sempre
com o sorriso dos amigos
que me aquece o coração
sabendo que estão sempre lá para dar a mão!

segunda-feira, 18 de julho de 2011

I Wanna Rock

Ñ PODIA DEIXAR DE POSTAR AHUAHUH AÍ AMANDA!!!

I wanna rock, ROCK
I wanna rock, ROCK
I want to rock, ROCK
I wanna rock, ROCK

Turn it down you say,
Well all I gotta say to you is
Time and time again I say no
No no no no no

Tell me not to play
Well all I gotta say
When you tell me not to play
I say no
No no no no no

So if you ask me
Why I like the way I play
Theres only one thing
I can say to you

I wanna rock, ROCK
I wanna rock, ROCK
I want to rock, ROCK
I wanna rock, ROCK

Theres a feeling that
I get from nothing else
And there ain't nothing
In the world that
Makes me go, GO
Go go go go go

Turn the power up
I'v waited for so long
So I can hear
My favourite song
So let's go, GO
Go go go go go

When its not this
I feel the music shooting
Through me
Theres nothing else
That I would rather do

I wanna rock, ROCK
I wanna rock, ROCK
I want to rock, ROCK
I wanna rock, ROCK

I wanna rock, ROCK
I wanna rock, ROCK
I want to rock, ROCK
I wanna rock, ROCK

domingo, 17 de julho de 2011

JEREMY



At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a v
And the dead lay in pools of maroon below

Daddy didn't give attention
To the fact
That mommy didn't care
King jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today

Clearly I remember
Picking on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth and
Bit the recess ladies breast
How could I forget?
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Like the day I heard

Daddy didn't give affection
And the boy was something
That mommy wouldn't wear
King jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today

Try to forget this
Try to erase this
From the black board

Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in spoke in
Jeremy spoke in spoke in
Jeremy spoke in class today

sexta-feira, 15 de julho de 2011

Volte Para O Seu Lar



Aqui nesta casa
Ninguém quer a sua boa educação
Nos dias que tem comida
Comemos comida com a mão
E quando a polícia, doença, 
distância ou alguma discussão
Nos separam de um irmão
Sentimos que nunca acaba
De caber mais dor no coração
Mas não choramos à toa
Não choramos à toa

Aqui nessa tribo 
Ninguém quer a sua catequisação
Falamos a sua língua
Mas não entendemos o seu sermão
Nós rimos alto, bebemos e falamos palavrão
Mas não sorrimos à toa
Não, não sorrimos à toa

Aqui nesse barco
Ninguém quer a sua orientação
Não temos perspectivas
Mas o vento nos dá a direção
A vida é que vai à deriva
É a nossa condução
Mas não seguimos à toa
Não, não seguimos à toa

Volte para o seu lar
Volte para lá

Volte para o seu lar
Volte para lá

Aqui nesse barco
Ninguém quer a sua orientação
Não temos perspectivas
Mas o vento nos dá a direção
A vida é que vai à deriva
É a nossa condução
Mas não seguimos à toa

Volte para o seu lar
Volte para lá

Volte para o seu lar
Volte para lá

Volte para o seu lar
Volte para lá

Volte para o seu lar
Volte para lá



Indo pra Friburgo, até a volta!!!

domingo, 10 de julho de 2011

Shoot To Thrill



DESENHO AKI




All you women who want a man of the street
But you don't know which way you wanna turn
Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me
Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn

I'm gonna take you down
Down, down, down
So don't you fool around
I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger

Shoot to thrill, play to kill 
Too many women with too many pills, yeah
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will, yeah

I'm like evil, I get under your skin
Just like a bomb that's ready to blow
Cause I'm illegal, I got everything
That all you women might need to know

I'm gonna take you down
Yeah, down, down, down
So don't you fool around
I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger

Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
Cause I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill
I can't get enough, I can't get my fill
I shoot to thrill, play to kill
Yeah, pull the trigger

Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger

Oh

Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women, with too many pills
I said, shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill
And I can't get enough, and I can't get my thrill
Cause I shoot to thrill, play it again

Yeah

Shoot you down

Yeah
I'm gonna get you to the bottom and shoot you
I'm gonna shoot you
Oh hoo yeah yeah yeah

I'm gonna shoot you down yeah yeah
I'm gonna get you down
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh

I'm gonna shoot to thrill
Play to kill, shoot to thrill



MÚSICA PALPITE DA JÚ

sábado, 9 de julho de 2011

Poison Heart









No one ever thought this one would survive 
Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind 
I Lock you in a dream, I never let you go 
I Never let you laugh or smile, not you. 

Well, I just want to walk right out of this world, 
´Cause everybody has a poison heart 
I just want to walk right out of this world, 
´Cause everybody has a poison heart. 

Making friends with a homeless torn up man 
He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up. 
There´s danger on every corner but I´m okay 
Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday. 

Well, I just want to walk right out of this world, 
´Cause everybody has a poison heart. 
I just want to walk right out of this world, 
´Cause everybody has a poison heart, 
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah! 

You know that life really takes its toll 
And a poet´s gut reaction is to search his very soul 
So much damn confusion before my eyes, 
But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives. 

I just want to walk right out of this world, 
´Cause everybody has a poison heart. 
I just want to walk right out of this world, 
´Cause everybody has a poison heart, 
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world, 
´Cause everybody has a poison heart. 
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart. 
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart.

terça-feira, 5 de julho de 2011

You



There's a place where everyone can be happy,
it's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world,
it's made of candy canes and planes,
and bright red choo choo trains and the meanest little boys,
and the most innocent little girls,
and you know,
I wish that I could go there,
it's a road that I have not found,
and I wish you the best of luck dear,
drop a card or letter to my side of town,
'cuz there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
but baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send
and you
painted my entire world,
but I
don't have the terpentine to clean
what you have soiled....
and I won't forget it

there's a place where everyone can be right,
even though you remain determined to be opposed,
admittance requires no qualifications,
it's where everyone has been and where everybody goes,
so please try not to be impatient,
for we all hate standing in line,
and when the farm is good and bought,
you'll be there without a thought,
and eternity my friend, is a long fucking time
'cuz there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
but baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send
and you
painted my entire world,
but I
don't have the terpentine to clean
what you have soiled....
and I won't forget it

segunda-feira, 4 de julho de 2011

Na varanda


Na varanda
Onde o ar anda depressa
Vai embora na conversa
Nossa pressa de ficar
Na varanda
Onde a flor se arremessa
Onde o vento prega peça
Nos traz festa pelo ar
Na varanda
A criança se debruça
Mãe, menina ainda fuça
Nos cabelos a ninar
Na varanda
Onde a lua se levanta
Nossa rede se balança
Serenata pra acordar
Joga a trança
Busca o chão e não o céu
Qual barquinho de papel
Sonha ir de encontro ao mar (2x)
E a noite vem
Sendo o descanso do sol
E a ponte vem
Sendo a distancia de quem tá só
Um sol
Com a cabeça na lua
A lua que gira, que gira, que gira...
E a noite vem
Sendo o descanso do sol
E a ponte vem
Sendo a distancia de quem tá só
Um sol
Com a cabeça na lua
A lua que gira, que gira, que girassol

sexta-feira, 1 de julho de 2011

Fernando Pessoa:


"Não sou nada.
Nunca serei nada.
Não posso querer ser nada.
À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo."