tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65745763894547966522011-07-30T21:15:00.192-07:00diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-67106729201050843502010-09-20T12:54:00.001-07:002010-09-20T12:54:42.133-07:00<div id="div_letra"><p>Devemos nós amar, amarmos a todos<br /> Sem ciúmes, dependência ou submissão<br /> Porque ficarmos a vida inteira com uma única pessoa<br /> Se no fundo gostaríamos de amar várias outras</p> <p>Ninguém é propriedade de ninguém<br /> Ninguém é propriedade de ninguém<br /> Queremos amor livre, queremos amor livre<br /> Queremos amor livre, queremos amor livre</p> <p>Livre, livre, livre, livre<br /> Livre, livre, livre, livre</p> <p>Queremos amor livre, queremos amor livre<br /> Queremos amor livre, queremos amor livre</p> <p>Queremos amor livre<br /> Queremos amor livre</p> <p>Livre de preconceito e com o máximo de liberdade<br /> Sem cíumes, dependência ou submissão<br /> Porque ficarmos a vida inteira com uma única pessoa<br /> Se no fundo gostaríamos de amar várias outras</p> <p>Ninguém é propriedade de ninguém<br /> Ninguém é propriedade de ninguém<br /> Queremos amor livre, queremos amor livre<br /> Queremos amor livre, queremos amor livre</p> <p>Livre, livre, livre, livre<br /> Livre, livre, livre, livre</p> <p>Queremos amor livre, queremos amor livre<br /> Queremos amor livre, queremos amor livre</p> <p>Queremos amor livre<br /> Queremos amor livre</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-6710672920105084350?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-68022628190858369582010-09-10T17:11:00.000-07:002010-09-10T17:14:33.931-07:00<p>Se tem que ser assim<br /> Então assim será...<br /> Eu, quem mais?!</p> <p>Tenho que dar meus pulos igual Daiane pra mandar bem no solo<br /> Nessa idade a oportunidade ja não cai no colo<br /> Sei que eu me enrolo com tanto projeto pendente<br /> Ah se eu soubesse como é osso ser independete<br /> Depender de gente que nem sente o mesmo amor que eu<br /> Ter que pedir por favor, pelo amor de Deus<br /> Ou de quem diz que ta lá e vem pra me ajudar<br /> mais bem na hora H nem adianta procurar<br /> Sabe cobrar mais não sabe como tem que andar<br /> sabe acelerar, mais não consegue me acompanhar<br /> E quem corre, quando corre ninguém socorre<br /> But i gotta go yoo, gotta flow so sorry<br /> Fui pra ver se flui se der espero lá na frente<br /> tem muito pensamento inundando a minha mente<br /> E o ditado quem quer Faz, quem não quer manda<br /> e eu tenho que tropeçar pra aprender como se anda</p> <p><br /> Soah... Preciso aprender a ser Só<br /> a me manter Só<br /> Me fortalecer Só<br /> Porque eu quero viver e não sobreviver Só<br /> Mas não guardo rancor aqui eu guardo amor Só</p> <p>Agora sou só, eu minha culpa, meu mérito<br /> quem vai receber toda critica ou crédito<br /> Cérebro não tava preparado pra isso não<br /> agora já não sabe o que e como diz pra mão<br /> Escreva, expresse o que o coração sente<br /> inspiração na frustração infelizmente<br /> Mais eu sigo em frente não quero que tenham dó de mim<br /> Talvez seja melhor que eu me mantenha só assim, por um tempo<br /> pra poder refletir, repensar, se é melhor desistir<br /> será que vai compensar, é recorrente<br /> Deprê do rap de costume, me fecho no meu mundo<br /> e aumento o volume do som<br /> Assim eu me recordo dos motivos que eu tenho pra fica<br /> e me manter sendo positivo<br /> Nem sempre tudo sai do jeito que agente almeja<br /> mais eu continuo até o fim mesmo que seja</p><p><br /> Soah... Preciso aprender a ser Só<br /> a me manter Só<br /> Me fortalecer Só<br /> Porque eu quero viver e não sobreviver Só<br /> Mas não guardo rancor aqui eu guardo amor Só</p> <p>Auto suficiência, ânimo, paciência<br /> Só experiência não garante eficiência<br /> Inspiração, visite-me<br /> Frustração, evite-me<br /> Paz me acompanhe<br /> Cobrança não irrite-me<br /> Concentração [foco]<br /> Mente, Corpo são [foco]<br /> Mais convicção e menos excitação<br /> Mão na massa, nada vem de graça<br /> Se eu não fizer por mim não há quem faça<br /> O tempo passa<br /> Eu não posso esperar<br /> Pra me superar<br /> Me preparar para o que vem<br /> Me recuperar, saber me virar com o que tem<br /> Não me comparar, nunca copiar de ninguém<br /> Eu nao vou parar, eu quero mais e mereço<br /> Achei que fosse o fim, é só um novo começo<br /> Na mesma caminhada<br /> Pelo mesmo caminho<br /> Por onde eu prossigo só...</p> <p>Só eu mesmo...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-6802262819085836958?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-27478047872825010492010-09-10T11:04:00.000-07:002010-09-10T11:05:17.195-07:00<p>Slow down, please, slow down<br /> I need to find peace anywhere in me<br /> I feel like I'm under water, struggeling to get air<br /> I feel like I'm lost in this body, trying to get inside my head</p> <p>I wanna know what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling<br /> What iI want my life to be<br /> I wanna know how I like plan to make things easier<br /> For everyone but me</p> <p>Tell me, please, tell me<br /> What to do now, now that I know myself<br /> Do you really think I could rely on this new person I have become<br /> Do you really think I give a damn now that I can do whatever I want</p> Now I know, what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling<br /> What I want my life to be<br /> Now I wanna know how I like to make things easier<br /> For everyone including me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-2747804787282501049?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-36194440640738725152010-09-03T01:29:00.000-07:002010-09-03T01:30:06.411-07:00We're not the first, I hope we're not the last<br />'Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash<br />The times is so little, the time belongs to us<br />Why is everybody in such a fucking rush?<br /><br />Make do with what you have<br />Take what you can get<br />Pay no mind to us<br />We're just a minor threat<br /><br />We're just a minor threat<br /><br />Early to finish, I was late to start<br />I might be an adult, but I'm a minor at heart<br />Go to college, be a man, what's the fucking deal?<br />It's not how old I am, it's how old I feel<br /><br />Take your time<br />Try not to forget<br />We never will<br />We're just a minor threat<br /><br />We're just a minor threat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-3619444064073872515?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-45522326693517306812010-09-03T01:13:00.000-07:002010-09-03T01:15:37.442-07:00(Time passes. New faces come, old faces often feel obligated to "give up" or "grow up." Despite it’s ups and downs, the hardcore / punk scene continues to fuel me with more positive than negative energy. Being involved in it makes me feel like it’s perpetually summer time and I'm still 17. I wouldn't trade this feeling for the world. Though not written for or about him, this song is dedicated to the memory of Jas Toomer for staying young, staying positive and staying active until the very end. If we had a couple thousand Jas Toomers in the scenes of the world we'd never have to worry about burnout anymore. But Jas was one of a kind and will be missed by all that knew him).<br /><br /><br />I hear your criticisms<br />The scene’s not what it used to be<br />But how soon you forget<br />That the scene’s just what you make of it<br />You’re never too old<br />This is a lifestyle not a career<br />We will create<br />As much as we destroy<br />So fuck their defeatist air<br />Bitter words and vacant stares<br /><br />Burnt out, fed up<br />Stabbed in the back<br />Like the chorus to<br />A thousand straight edge anthems<br /><br />Who’s to blame<br />For your stage right exit<br />The scene doesn’t need to be a tragedy<br />It just needs some new<br />Some new fucking casting<br /><br />Positive Youth (It’s Not Just For Kids Anymore)<br />Positive Youth (It’s Not Just For Kids Anymore)<br />Positive Youth! Positive Youth! Youth!<br /><br />Together - young and old<br />Rejecting all that we’ve been told<br />Respect the elders - respect the youth<br />Together we may find new truths<br /><br />Positive Youth (It’s Not Just For Kids Anymore)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-4552232669351730681?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-53092659013561621652010-09-02T00:13:00.000-07:002010-09-02T00:14:36.425-07:00Todo amanecer es especial, respirar, sudar,<br />Tambien... llorar<br />El sonreir cada vez que percibes la pasion...<br />Por existir!<br />Y hoy como siempre aqui!!!<br />Automatas monitoreando el propio descontento<br />Sujetos a la mecanica rutina diaria, por el<br />Sustento!!!<br /><br />Olvidando vivir de verdad<br /><br />Produciendo para gastar, esperando a ser senil...<br />Para disfrutar<br />Desperdiciando dias, semanas, meses, años, entre<br />Estas murallas se drena tu vida<br />Aprender para producir, producir para gastar<br />Exigencias de una forma de vida mercantil<br />Y una educacion concebida para aprender a<br />Obdecer... donde no hay tiempo para crear<br /><br />No somos nosotros los que hemos bajado los brazos...<br />Cada dia cada respiro, no queremos ser de esta forma<br />Los convencidos<br />Estas murallas por fuertes ke sean<br />No retienen ni retendran nuestros sueños<br /><br />No es el hecho de trabajar, es el interes a<br />Depositar<br />Queriendo hacer de tu vida algo especial<br />Las verdaderas sonrisas no las puedes comprar!!!<br />Cada dia nuevo es especial... vivir de manera<br />Sencilla y simple... para tu y por ti<br />Los sueños del diario vivir, no se transan por una<br />Aprension mercantil.<br /><br />Estas murallas por fuertes que sean, no retienen,<br />Ni retendran nuestros sueños<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-5309265901356162165?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-36776721086544368032010-08-31T01:41:00.000-07:002010-08-31T01:42:38.640-07:00<div id="div_letra"><p>Quanto tempo mais? Você me faz ficar parado aqui<br /> pessoas passam, olham e acham que sou tipo um animal criminoso.<br /> Como é que querem que eu confie em alguém que representa justamente<br /> tudo aquilo que eu mais temi?<br /> Sempre a mesma história, vocês vão dizer</p> <p>O que é isso em seus olhos?<br /> Eu sinto cheiro de medo no ar</p> <p>É só pra minha segurança esse jogo de bate-assopra</p> <p>O que é isso em seus olhos?<br /> Eu sinto cheiro de medo no ar<br /> Tanta coisa pra fazer e vocês ficam aqui me atrasando<br /> Mesmo que eu evite essa conversa vai pro mesmo lugar</p> <p>Me deixe em paz, só peço que me deixe em paz<br /> por isso que quando vocês se fodem<br /> meu coração faz uma festa</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-3677672108654436803?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-48864135036331276572010-07-26T23:40:00.000-07:002010-07-26T23:47:51.409-07:00(...) The horror, that we may not live<br />We may not live<br />To see the walls fall from between us<br />Between us and the world which these songs cry out<br /><br />That the desire, which still lives, to contest, a mark of shame upon certain<br />foreheads,<br />will remain an offering unto the dead, illegible, irrelevant<br />And we will be shaped into priestly statues in poses of defiance before our<br />own masters<br />To softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war, a lukewarm love<br />So lest we fall out of lust for life, let us risk all we have to risk<br />For only a fool, only a fool, would cling to this world as it is<br /><br />If i could strike one blow to spite their forces, though i might bear one<br />hundred more,<br />I would wear the welts like rubies, and the shackles for a crown<br />And if i had one hundred hearts I would throw them all before their bullets<br />Before I'd sell a single one to wield their power<br />So lest we fall out of love with life, let us give all we have to give<br />For only a fool would cling to this world<br /><br />Autumn, the leaves fell,<br />Then the trees<br />Became fences and factories<br />Now winter is coming<br />Let's put the heat on<br /><br />(...) But no fire or ice, their absences suffice<br />The nights now wil be long and cold, with a silence like you never known<br />And you'll shake in it, cry out at it, but it will wrap you in its spiders<br />thread<br />Perhaps you'll stare into that blankness until it peers back into you<br />And both of you see nothing, and it wil wrap you in its spiders thread<br />That blessed are the womb that are barren<br />Blessed are the branches tha bear no fruit<br />Blessed are the rivers run dry<br />For we have come to the end of the world<br />To die<br /><br />So die... die and become perish, let go and be done<br />With all the tangled threads that keep you tied to husks of false hopes,<br />fossilized<br />If these years still wait for those who will be more merciless than history<br />To burn the chaff and make an end, to make the fields fertile once again<br />Then break... break the skin<br />Open... open and reach in<br />And draw the nerves out taut to play a song upon those tight strings<br />Such as this world has never heard<br />Let it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears, absolving snowfall or acid<br />rain<br />Summer that sets fire to the harvest, or ice age that, thawing, blossoms<br />crimson pain<br />Pleasure or death, splendor or rust, flash flood or drought tha turns<br />jungles to crust<br />Those tender caresses for which the skin aches<br />Or tear gas to breathe and plate glass to break<br />The uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall, or sirens announcing the doom of<br />us all<br />The triumph of failures who fought at all costs, or despair of derelict<br />dreams who lost<br />Silence and space... hungers to be... momentary eternities<br />The furrows of ash left by passion and wrath<br />The faithless fixed stars over our wandering paths<br />As the moon moves the see, we could move these mountains<br />As comets drop to earth, so might empires end<br />As old suns explode rather than fall to dust<br />Let us steal fire and pay with our lives if we must<br />For if all this world is God's, and man a mens plaything of laws and strings<br />Then why not raze it all, and in destroying at least set sail on borrowed<br />wing?<br />Anything other than what we have known<br />Strike the match, take a breath now... the hour has come<br />To dance the resistance, teach tied tongues to sing<br />This is the end of the calendar, the last loosening!<br />Around and inside you, the violence you fear... for or against it, it's<br />already here<br />It forged the cord that bound you to the ground... it built these walls<br />Let' burn them down!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-4886413503633127657?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-40711398471980175412010-07-16T02:16:00.000-07:002010-07-16T02:17:10.443-07:00I fill my mouth up with air, honey in the hair<br />I fill my life up with time, asleep in the vine, whiskey and wine<br />Who makes the wind blow, I don't care, my eyes roll back in my head<br />I'm just walking in circles I see the lines in chalk on the ground<br />One day this will all come down<br />Someday this will all come crashing right down<br />So go on with your life we will bring you down<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-4071139847198017541?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-81542133847610310012010-07-04T21:24:00.000-07:002010-07-04T21:25:44.135-07:00Painted skies and shining stars reminds us of the hours<br />That we spent at the dining room table drawing pictures of nothing important<br />Everything we loved<br />And even though our fingers got sore and our eyes began to ache, we would never stop<br />We would never stop<br />It's these things created by tiny hands that were hung on walls and wrapped as gifts<br />Acted as the words we never said but wish we had before you left<br />It's too late to tell you that I care and I'm wishing you were here<br />And I think it would be better if you had never left at all<br />This place is not the same without the smile on your face<br />And if you were here then I would take you everywhere<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-8154213384761031001?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-85123938461410822962010-06-24T05:07:00.000-07:002010-06-24T05:09:00.932-07:00You can take my heart for a walk on the beach<br />You can take my heart for a little trip<br />You can take my heart very close to your heart<br />You can take my heart forever if you like<br /><br />But not every heart belongs to any other<br />You and I, you and I are meant to be<br /><br />I'm the one for you, you are the one for me<br />You love me as much as I do<br />When your look at me and we're skin to skin<br />I want you so<br />Please come in<br /><br />and you love me more and more?<br />And my love grows up with you<br />and you kiss me more and more?<br />And I kiss you too<br />And I kiss you too<br /><br />If I take your heart, I will cherish it everyday<br />If I take your heart, I will heal these old wounds<br />If I take your heart, it's to make it happy<br />If I take your heart, it's forever close to mine<br /><br />But not every heart belongs to any other<br />You and I, you and I are meant to be<br /><br />I'm the one for you, you are the one for me<br />You love me as much as I do<br />When your look gets me and we're skin to skin<br />I want you so<br />Please come in<br /><br />And you love me more and more?<br />And my love grows up with you<br />And you kiss me more and more?<br />And I kiss you too<br />And I kiss you too<br /><br />I don't care, I don't care if I might been carried away<br />If you swear, if you swear to give me your heart in return<br /><br />I don't care, I don't care if I might been carried away<br />If you swear, if you swear to give me your heart in return<br />To give me your heart in return<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-8512393846141082296?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-39496841238159022292010-06-08T02:30:00.000-07:002010-06-08T02:31:10.329-07:00Burn like the temperature of the sun.<br />The fire could be felt by everyone.<br />Born again rise up to become undone.<br />This is everything that we’ve become.<br /><br />Hiroshima mon amour.<br />Don’t ask what for, become much more.<br />Hiroshima mon amour.<br />Don’t ask what for, become much more.<br />This time.<br /><br />Oh, was innocent ‘til I meet you.<br />Came crashing didn’t know what to do.<br />An eternity in which we could’t move.<br />Just seconds was all it took to prove.<br /><br />Hiroshima mon amour.<br />Don’t ask what for, become much more.<br />Hiroshima mon amour.<br />Don’t ask what for, become much more.<br />This time.<br /><br />The temperature of the sun.<br />The temperature of.<br />The temperature of the sun.<br /><br />The temperature of the sun.<br />The temperature of the sun.<br />The temperature of the sun.<br />The temperature of.<br /><br />Hiroshima mon amour.<br />Don’t ask what for, become much more.<br />Hiroshima mon amour.<br />Don’t ask what for, become much more.<br />Hiroshima mon amour.<br />Don’t ask what for, become much more.<br />This time<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-3949684123815902229?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-35503954079220500292010-02-26T07:14:00.000-08:002010-02-26T07:16:41.751-08:00Our heads are a couple of cases<br />And i am everything and miserable without you.<br />Three thousand miles can hold so much.<br />These miles of land.<br />The land is separation.<br /><br />How much desperation in between?<br /><br />Like a phone call with no reception,<br />Our heads are a couple of cases<br />And we're so miserable without each other.<br />Can't wait till we<br />Can see the same sunset<br />At the same time<br />Can't wait till a phone call doesn't mean<br />Three thousand miles.<br />I think our heads<br />Are a couple of cases.<br />Hit me up, boy, on my celly-cell.<br /><br />I think our heads<br />Are a couple of cases.<br />We are the doctors<br />With all the prescriptions.<br />Can't wait till our appointment comes.<br />It's the only medication<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-3550395407922050029?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-78983087518162165712010-02-22T20:44:00.000-08:002010-02-22T20:47:14.520-08:00No, its not what we meant to say.<br />We don't really love each other.<br />What happens when the summer's over?<br />How long before distance becomes a chore?<br />Im approaching with great, great trepidation.<br />I hope you'll understand.<br /><br />Before you speak think about what your trying to say.<br />Who else is there to blame for miscommunication?<br />Your getting caught up in the excitement.<br />You making promises you can't keep.<br />You need to leave all your options open.<br /><br />Too much momentum.<br />This room feels like its going to explode.<br />Too many angles.<br />Too many factors to cover.<br />Waiting for signal.<br />Your searching for network.<br />You have to fight to stay in control of the situation.<br /><br />Anxiety, Anxiety you give me no mercy.<br />Grind my teeth smoothe and flat in my sleep.<br />We took some pills to calm us down.<br />Then we needed help to come back up.<br />Just trying to stay in control of the situation.<br /><br />Too much momentum.<br />This room feels like its going to explode.<br />Too many angles.<br />Too many factors to cover.<br />Waiting for signal.<br />Your searching for network.<br />You have to fight to stay in control of the situation.<br />They fall apart so easily.<br /><br />Too much momentum.<br />This room feels like its going to expolde.<br />Too many angles.<br />Too many factors to cover.<br />Waiting for signal.<br />Your searching for network.<br />You have to fight to stay in control.<br />You have to fight to stay in control.<br />No, you don't have to fight to stay in control of the situation.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-7898308751816216571?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-73933134574174133542010-02-05T13:18:00.000-08:002010-02-05T13:20:35.121-08:00Precisava de um pôr-do-sol<br />Mas quando busquei meu horizonte<br />Onde está o farol que me guiava?<br />E sem um norte deixei meu coração nas piores mãos<br />Onde está o farol que me guiava?<br />Se apagou, o farol que me guiava<br />Precisava de um horizonte, onde está?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-7393313457417413354?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-86752420840548197142009-12-18T21:36:00.000-08:002009-12-18T21:37:40.686-08:00Round the corner from me lives a lawyer/rocker age 53<br />He's got two kids, both girls.<br />23 and 17 you know they mean the world to him.<br />But Mr. Lawyer, he's not the point. He heard my band<br />And had to give an account of what he liked and what he hated,<br />Mentioned we alienated girls from boys.<br />You see I was angry, I was crushed and I know these words<br />Just wont be enough.<br />And I'll come home at night and crawl in my bed so cold<br />And rest will never come.<br />When I scream, it certainly isn't for machismo.<br />Not intimidation or gender segregation<br />I just needed more from the words I sang but you can't understand.<br /><br />So you're saying that a female only listens to ballads and love songs?<br />The girls that I know wouldn't think so.<br />But according to you our songs should separate all the girls from the boys<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-8675242084054819714?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-50050857336790518092009-06-11T19:03:00.000-07:002009-06-11T19:07:46.642-07:00<script type="text/javascript">var vData=[]; vData['bandaID']="3ade68b7g555b0ea3"; vData['banda']="Againe"; vData['banda_url']="againe"; vData['pointerID']="3ade68b8gcc6c6fa3"; vData['pointer']="Neoliberalismo É Pior Ainda Antes Da Primeira Refeição Do Dia"; vData['author']="";</script>Sem olhar com atenção não dá pra saber<br />Quem é a cavalaria ou quanto açúcar eu devo por<br />Café quente e jornal, e mais mentiras<br />Assim, fracionadas pra te convencer<br />Cruzando os dedos fica tão claro<br />Não dá pra engolir, eu não tenho alivio<br />Quem sabe eu deva tomar mais...<br />Comprar entrada é tão bom<br />É a política de ser egoísta<br />Dance, se vista, é um novo mundo<br />Fora de alcance, destaque-se, afinal você é especial<br />Como um anuncio de cigarros<br />Deitado na areia limpa<br />Esperando pelo meio-dia estou dividido e<br />Sei o que perdi, mas se ficou<br />Na sua cabeça<br />Que seja meu guia<br />É preciso ler uma pilha antes de discutir os métodos<br />Trancado em carros, trabalho e prédios<br />Você tá dentro, eles tão dentro<br />E eu também.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-5005085733679051809?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-12889397525345238702009-05-09T12:16:00.000-07:002009-05-09T12:17:22.892-07:00Este é o momento que você olha pro chão...<br />Como é difícil agir quando se percebe agindo.<br />Mas você corta em um passo os fios desta atenção.<br />Não haverá melancolia neste jogo sem fim.<br />Um-Dois. Toco e corro, você lança. Quero um corpo pra brincar comigo.<br />Quero a morte das noites de domingo.<br />Não haverá melancolia neste jogo sem fim.<br />Não, Não, eu não quero trocar de camisa.<br />Eles são os donos da bola, mas nós estamos em vantagem.<br />Eles escolhem a regra, mas não por muito tempo.<br />Nós jogamos bonito e eles ganham.<br />Não há estádio vazio. Nem torcedor solitário. Não existe ganho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-1288939752534523870?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-75358807561989261402009-04-23T07:45:00.000-07:002009-04-23T07:51:33.942-07:00Hundred miles<br />Many faces and some tears (and) no one's asking if i feel alright<br />Complaining about the years taking this joyride<br />It's easy to remind you<br />Thousand miles<br />Many changes and some people are asking if i feel alright<br />Always around you<br />And everywhere seems too far from here<br />Always around you<br />You dream is my reality and that's how it will always be<br />And everything i do is to think the following way:<br />"Life doesn't have to be so complicated"<br />Hundred miles<br />And i make a smart decision could you fix my broken heart<br />Complaining about the years taking this joyride<br />It's easy to remind you<br />Thousand miles<br />Many changes and some people are asking if i feel alright<br />How can things go wrong? / it's part of a normal decline?<br />It's a balance that you can't deny, can't deny<br />Have you someone to blame?<br />It's really easy that way! it's a balance that you can't deny, can't deny<br />It's over but seems so right<br />Could you please fix my broken heart.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-7535880756198926140?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-56850084374668170002009-04-07T12:10:00.000-07:002009-04-07T12:19:39.787-07:00<pre>Sentimos no ar a melodia etérea. É a nossa música.<br />Cantamos e dançamos como se fosse a última vez,<br />o último olhar, o último toque, o último beijo.<br />Estás linda.<br />O teu vestido, da cor do vinho que enche os copos,<br />aquece o chão que pisas e relembra a razão.<br />Todas as razões.<br />Diz-lhe para parar aqui. Eu queria tanto parar aqui.<br />Os olhos param em ti e em mim,<br />enquanto preenchemos o espaço vazio,<br />impossivel de preencher por alguém que não nós.<br />Não pedimos o fim, mas não nos importamos se acabar assim.<br />Diz-lhe para parar aqui. Eu queria tanto parar aqui.<br />O mundo é grande e em todo o lado se vive.<br />Diz-lhe para parar aqui, vivemos em caixas de fósforos.<br />Não sopres.<br />Se as mãos pudessem dizer por mim.<br />Eu queria tanto parar aqui.<br /><br />Pára.<br /></pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-5685008437466817000?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-78807409673414240142008-11-28T01:02:00.000-08:002008-11-28T01:07:24.613-08:00<pre>Brosandi<br />Hendumst í hringi<br />Höldumst í hendur<br />Allur heimurinn óskýr<br />nema þú stendur<br /><br />Rennblautur<br />Allur rennvotur<br />Engin gúmmístígvél<br />Hlaupandi í okkur ?<br />Vill springa út úr skel<br /><br />Vindur í<br />og útilykt ? af hárinu þínu<br />Ég lamdi eins fast og ég get<br />með nefinu mínu<br />Hoppa í poll<br />Í engum stígvélum<br />Allur rennvotur (rennblautur)<br />Í engum stígvélum<br /><br />Og ég fæ blóðnasir<br />En ég stend alltaf upp<br />(Hopelandic)<br /><br />Og ég fæ blóðnasir<br />En ég stend alltaf upp<br />(Hopelandic)</pre><br /><br />[ http://vimeo.com/1808522 ]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-7880740967341424014?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574576389454796652.post-66772448007342058182008-09-25T13:36:00.000-07:002009-04-07T12:21:56.501-07:00A sun that never sets burns on.<br />New light is this river's dawn.<br /><p>When to speak of a word so old<br />is to relearn what is known.<br />A time to think back and move on.<br />Rebuild the loves of lives long gone.<br /><br />The blood that flows through me is not my own.<br />The blood is from the past, not my own.<br />The blood that leads my life is not my own.<br />The blood is strength, I'm not alone. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574576389454796652-6677244800734205818?l=xvxdiegoxvx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diego torreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10192769499633967348noreply@blogger.com0