Todo amanecer es especial, respirar, sudar,
Tambien... llorar
El sonreir cada vez que percibes la pasion...
Por existir!
Y hoy como siempre aqui!!!
Automatas monitoreando el propio descontento
Sujetos a la mecanica rutina diaria, por el
Sustento!!!
Olvidando vivir de verdad
Produciendo para gastar, esperando a ser senil...
Para disfrutar
Desperdiciando dias, semanas, meses, años, entre
Estas murallas se drena tu vida
Aprender para producir, producir para gastar
Exigencias de una forma de vida mercantil
Y una educacion concebida para aprender a
Obdecer... donde no hay tiempo para crear
No somos nosotros los que hemos bajado los brazos...
Cada dia cada respiro, no queremos ser de esta forma
Los convencidos
Estas murallas por fuertes ke sean
No retienen ni retendran nuestros sueños
No es el hecho de trabajar, es el interes a
Depositar
Queriendo hacer de tu vida algo especial
Las verdaderas sonrisas no las puedes comprar!!!
Cada dia nuevo es especial... vivir de manera
Sencilla y simple... para tu y por ti
Los sueños del diario vivir, no se transan por una
Aprension mercantil.
Estas murallas por fuertes que sean, no retienen,
Ni retendran nuestros sueños
quinta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2010
terça-feira, 31 de agosto de 2010
Chuva Negra - O.C.P.
Quanto tempo mais? Você me faz ficar parado aqui
pessoas passam, olham e acham que sou tipo um animal criminoso.
Como é que querem que eu confie em alguém que representa justamente
tudo aquilo que eu mais temi?
Sempre a mesma história, vocês vão dizer
O que é isso em seus olhos?
Eu sinto cheiro de medo no ar
É só pra minha segurança esse jogo de bate-assopra
O que é isso em seus olhos?
Eu sinto cheiro de medo no ar
Tanta coisa pra fazer e vocês ficam aqui me atrasando
Mesmo que eu evite essa conversa vai pro mesmo lugar
Me deixe em paz, só peço que me deixe em paz
por isso que quando vocês se fodem
meu coração faz uma festa
segunda-feira, 26 de julho de 2010
Catharsis - Arsonist's Prayer
(...) The horror, that we may not live
We may not live
To see the walls fall from between us
Between us and the world which these songs cry out
That the desire, which still lives, to contest, a mark of shame upon certain
foreheads,
will remain an offering unto the dead, illegible, irrelevant
And we will be shaped into priestly statues in poses of defiance before our
own masters
To softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war, a lukewarm love
So lest we fall out of lust for life, let us risk all we have to risk
For only a fool, only a fool, would cling to this world as it is
If i could strike one blow to spite their forces, though i might bear one
hundred more,
I would wear the welts like rubies, and the shackles for a crown
And if i had one hundred hearts I would throw them all before their bullets
Before I'd sell a single one to wield their power
So lest we fall out of love with life, let us give all we have to give
For only a fool would cling to this world
Autumn, the leaves fell,
Then the trees
Became fences and factories
Now winter is coming
Let's put the heat on
(...) But no fire or ice, their absences suffice
The nights now wil be long and cold, with a silence like you never known
And you'll shake in it, cry out at it, but it will wrap you in its spiders
thread
Perhaps you'll stare into that blankness until it peers back into you
And both of you see nothing, and it wil wrap you in its spiders thread
That blessed are the womb that are barren
Blessed are the branches tha bear no fruit
Blessed are the rivers run dry
For we have come to the end of the world
To die
So die... die and become perish, let go and be done
With all the tangled threads that keep you tied to husks of false hopes,
fossilized
If these years still wait for those who will be more merciless than history
To burn the chaff and make an end, to make the fields fertile once again
Then break... break the skin
Open... open and reach in
And draw the nerves out taut to play a song upon those tight strings
Such as this world has never heard
Let it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears, absolving snowfall or acid
rain
Summer that sets fire to the harvest, or ice age that, thawing, blossoms
crimson pain
Pleasure or death, splendor or rust, flash flood or drought tha turns
jungles to crust
Those tender caresses for which the skin aches
Or tear gas to breathe and plate glass to break
The uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall, or sirens announcing the doom of
us all
The triumph of failures who fought at all costs, or despair of derelict
dreams who lost
Silence and space... hungers to be... momentary eternities
The furrows of ash left by passion and wrath
The faithless fixed stars over our wandering paths
As the moon moves the see, we could move these mountains
As comets drop to earth, so might empires end
As old suns explode rather than fall to dust
Let us steal fire and pay with our lives if we must
For if all this world is God's, and man a mens plaything of laws and strings
Then why not raze it all, and in destroying at least set sail on borrowed
wing?
Anything other than what we have known
Strike the match, take a breath now... the hour has come
To dance the resistance, teach tied tongues to sing
This is the end of the calendar, the last loosening!
Around and inside you, the violence you fear... for or against it, it's
already here
It forged the cord that bound you to the ground... it built these walls
Let' burn them down!
We may not live
To see the walls fall from between us
Between us and the world which these songs cry out
That the desire, which still lives, to contest, a mark of shame upon certain
foreheads,
will remain an offering unto the dead, illegible, irrelevant
And we will be shaped into priestly statues in poses of defiance before our
own masters
To softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war, a lukewarm love
So lest we fall out of lust for life, let us risk all we have to risk
For only a fool, only a fool, would cling to this world as it is
If i could strike one blow to spite their forces, though i might bear one
hundred more,
I would wear the welts like rubies, and the shackles for a crown
And if i had one hundred hearts I would throw them all before their bullets
Before I'd sell a single one to wield their power
So lest we fall out of love with life, let us give all we have to give
For only a fool would cling to this world
Autumn, the leaves fell,
Then the trees
Became fences and factories
Now winter is coming
Let's put the heat on
(...) But no fire or ice, their absences suffice
The nights now wil be long and cold, with a silence like you never known
And you'll shake in it, cry out at it, but it will wrap you in its spiders
thread
Perhaps you'll stare into that blankness until it peers back into you
And both of you see nothing, and it wil wrap you in its spiders thread
That blessed are the womb that are barren
Blessed are the branches tha bear no fruit
Blessed are the rivers run dry
For we have come to the end of the world
To die
So die... die and become perish, let go and be done
With all the tangled threads that keep you tied to husks of false hopes,
fossilized
If these years still wait for those who will be more merciless than history
To burn the chaff and make an end, to make the fields fertile once again
Then break... break the skin
Open... open and reach in
And draw the nerves out taut to play a song upon those tight strings
Such as this world has never heard
Let it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears, absolving snowfall or acid
rain
Summer that sets fire to the harvest, or ice age that, thawing, blossoms
crimson pain
Pleasure or death, splendor or rust, flash flood or drought tha turns
jungles to crust
Those tender caresses for which the skin aches
Or tear gas to breathe and plate glass to break
The uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall, or sirens announcing the doom of
us all
The triumph of failures who fought at all costs, or despair of derelict
dreams who lost
Silence and space... hungers to be... momentary eternities
The furrows of ash left by passion and wrath
The faithless fixed stars over our wandering paths
As the moon moves the see, we could move these mountains
As comets drop to earth, so might empires end
As old suns explode rather than fall to dust
Let us steal fire and pay with our lives if we must
For if all this world is God's, and man a mens plaything of laws and strings
Then why not raze it all, and in destroying at least set sail on borrowed
wing?
Anything other than what we have known
Strike the match, take a breath now... the hour has come
To dance the resistance, teach tied tongues to sing
This is the end of the calendar, the last loosening!
Around and inside you, the violence you fear... for or against it, it's
already here
It forged the cord that bound you to the ground... it built these walls
Let' burn them down!
sexta-feira, 16 de julho de 2010
Blackbird Raum - Honey in the Hair
I fill my mouth up with air, honey in the hair
I fill my life up with time, asleep in the vine, whiskey and wine
Who makes the wind blow, I don't care, my eyes roll back in my head
I'm just walking in circles I see the lines in chalk on the ground
One day this will all come down
Someday this will all come crashing right down
So go on with your life we will bring you down
I fill my life up with time, asleep in the vine, whiskey and wine
Who makes the wind blow, I don't care, my eyes roll back in my head
I'm just walking in circles I see the lines in chalk on the ground
One day this will all come down
Someday this will all come crashing right down
So go on with your life we will bring you down
domingo, 4 de julho de 2010
Penfold - I'll Take You Everywhere
Painted skies and shining stars reminds us of the hours
That we spent at the dining room table drawing pictures of nothing important
Everything we loved
And even though our fingers got sore and our eyes began to ache, we would never stop
We would never stop
It's these things created by tiny hands that were hung on walls and wrapped as gifts
Acted as the words we never said but wish we had before you left
It's too late to tell you that I care and I'm wishing you were here
And I think it would be better if you had never left at all
This place is not the same without the smile on your face
And if you were here then I would take you everywhere
That we spent at the dining room table drawing pictures of nothing important
Everything we loved
And even though our fingers got sore and our eyes began to ache, we would never stop
We would never stop
It's these things created by tiny hands that were hung on walls and wrapped as gifts
Acted as the words we never said but wish we had before you left
It's too late to tell you that I care and I'm wishing you were here
And I think it would be better if you had never left at all
This place is not the same without the smile on your face
And if you were here then I would take you everywhere
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