Quando acabam as lágrimas, o coração arranja outras formas de morrer lentamente. Encontrei outra forma de chorar. Agora choro simplesmente em palavras sem destino.

The National.Fake Empire/Daughters Of The SoHo Riots

Stay out super late tonight
picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Tiptoe through our shiny city
with our diamond slippers on
do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything at once
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire




I have your good clothes in the car
So cut your hair so no one knows
I have your dreams and your teeth marks
And all my fingernails are painted

I'm here to take you now

You were right about the end
It didn't make a difference
Everything I can remember
I remember wrong

How can anybody know
How they got to be this way
You must have known I'd do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

I don't have any questions
I don't think it's gonna rain
You were right about the end
It didn't make a difference

I'm here to take you now

Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots
Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots

I'm here to take you now

How can anybody know
how they got to be this way
You must have known I'd do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love

Morning Tide( I just can't remember)

Já cá canta por casa!Em huge huge fan pack.
Mais um cd, mais uma história.
Já tenho uma preferida.

"I live in dreams, I live in sorrow...

How many times you heard "it's over"
And then you go and find another
Another who pleads, another who gives,until it drives you out of your mind
You're tired to be the one that breaks, the one who hurts,that diferente kind."

A última música, um dia, quem sabe,toque fundo no meu coração.

You have no choice

É a sensação que temos quando nos esticamos para alcançar alguma coisa em cima de um armário e acabamos a apalpar às cegas o que não está lá.
É a sensação de irmos a conduzir cedo para o trabalho, ligarmos o rádio,ouvirmos uma música que nos faz lembrar alguém que não devíamos lembrar.
É entrarmos em casa de um familiar,estarmos todos à volta da lareira e esperar ouvir a voz grossa e quente de quem já não está entre nós.
É ouvirmos que nos querem bem,partilhar promessas,sonhos,apenas com meia coragem.
É olhar o céu,ver uma,duas,três estrelas cadentes e envolver a mão que outrora foi maior e mais quente.
É cheirar um perfume que se gosta e não poder dizer "é feito para ti".
É achar nas noites longas e calmas a paz,porque a paz é melhor do que o não saber.
É achar no silêncio o que falta,encontrar a voz e o cheiro que se foram. É encontrar. É ser e não estar.


"shepherd me from pain and the doubt
through the broken streets and the hearts
herd me home through hurt and the past
then leave me alone you have no choice
and now there is a white horse caged in my heart
and it's going to kill me just to get out
now there is a white horse caged in my heart
and it's trying to kill me just to get out
though we're different creeds, wear different masks
If you only could conceive that there's a chance
and hell is bent on showing me the dark
shepherd me to light, make it stop."

Bosch

Se ganhasse o Euromilhões...

Fazia um pedido especial ao Director do Museu do Prado pra me poder fechar uma noite na sala do Juízo Final com um maço de tabaco!
Assim como tudo o que é minucioso,complexo e pormenorizado, assim como as personalidades,assim como a alma de cada um de nós, assim o é Bosch. A beleza está nisso! No pormenor,na dúvida,no querer saber e entender mais e perceber mais. Fascina-me Bosch,fascina-me não entender. Aquilo que entendo à primeira não me cativa. Talvez seja nisso que esteja a minha essência. Prende-me o inexacto. E perco-me em perguntas que não têm resposta. Pura.E.Simplesmente.

Michael Bublé.Haven't Met You Yet

I'm Not Surprised
Not Everything Lasts
I've Broken My Heart So Many Times,
I Stop Keeping Track.
Talk Myself In
I Talk Myself Out
I Get All Worked Up
And Then I Let Myself Down.

I Tried So Very Hard Not To Loose It
I Came Up With A Million Excuses
I Thought I Thought Of Every Possibility

And I Know Someday That It'll All Turn Out
You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid That I'll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven't Met You Yet

Mmmmm ....

I Might Have To Wait
I'll Never Give Up
I Guess It's Half Timing
And The Other Half's Luck
Wherever You Are
Whenever It's Right
You Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My Life

And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing
And Baby Your Love Is Gonna Change Me
And Now I Can See Every Possibility

Mmmmm ......

And Somehow I Know That It Will All Turn Out
And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid I'll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven't Met You Yet

They Say All's Fair
And In Love And War
But I Won't Need To Fight It
We'll Get It Right
And We'll Be United

And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing
And Being In Your Life Is Gonna Change Me
And Now I Can See Every Single Possibility

Mmmm .....

And Someday I Know It'll All Turn Out
And I'll Work To Work It Out
Promise You Kid I'll Give More Than I Get
Than I Get Than I Get Than I Get

Oh You Know It'll All Turn Out
And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid To Give So Much More Than I Get
Yeah I Just Haven't Met You Yet

I Just Haven't Met You Yet
Oh Promise You Kid
To Give So Much More Than I Get

I Said Love Love Love Love Love Love Love .....
I Just Haven't Met You Yet
Love Love Love .....
I Just Haven't Met You Yet

Pelo amor da Santa!

O ex da ex do ex,que é primo do outro que anda a comer a outra e que também já andou com a amiga, e que entretanto também andava com o amigo da outra amiga que o trai com o amigo que era amigo do outro ex!


E pergunto eu:Uma vez que não há principes nem princesas...e cavalos brancos não?!Só me aparece disto...

Heroes and Saints.Nikolaj Grandjean

Turn the lights down
Rest your case
Leave me lonely, sugar
This honeymoon is alright
State your rights lightly
Leave your wicked minds outside
Time has come, to rest these tired eyes
Forever on, these sacred given vows will sit around by me They're stronger than anything, than anything

Night is allright
Night is okay
Inside your arms the right fire
God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!
Heroes and saints, better stand by our side now
By our side

Reason says -
Please don't break,
Fortune is the way it swings
Surely we'll get by.
Treason lives, and whenever I preach
Deep within, these promises fade.
For lullaby song on these nights of ours
Place our bets in here
To be stronger than anything
Than anything

Night is allright
Night is okay
Inside your arms the right fire
God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!
Heroes and saints, better stand by our side now

Night is allright
Night is okay
Inside your arms the right fire
God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!
Heroes and saints stand by our side now

Night is allright
Night is okay
Inside your arms the right fire
God forbid, we'll get ourselves burned!
Heroes and saints stand by our side now

On these lonely nights of ours

Wonderful WONDERFUL Wonderful

Stranger Than Kindness.Fever Ray (Nick Cave & Bad Seeds)

Stranger than kindness
Bottled light from hotels
Spilling everything
Wet hand from the volcano
Sobers your skin
Stranger than Kindness

You caress yourself
And grind my soft cold bones below
Your map of desire
Burned in your flesh
Even a fool can come
A strange lit stair
And find a rope hanging there
Stranger than kindness

Keys rain like heaven's hair
There is no home there is no bread
We sit at the gate and scratch

The gaunt fruit of passion
Dies in the light
Stranger than kindness

Your sleeping hands journey
The loiter
Stranger than kindness
You hold me so carelessy close
Tell me I'm dirty
Stranger than kindness