A ouvir, de novo, Violent Femmes e a recordar a adolescência e um certo dia em que andei à estalada com a minha irmã porque, num acto de raiva, lhe rasguei o seu mais-que-amado poster gigante do Kurt Kobain. Não me lembro do que poderá ter incentivado tal acto de crueldade. É que eu também gostava do poster.
Violent femmes - kiss off
i need someone /a person to talk to /someone who'd care to love /could it be you /the situation gets rough, /and i start to panic /its not enough /its just a habit /and, kid, you're sick /well darling this is it /you can all just kiss off into to the air /behind my back /i can see them stare /they'll hurt me bad but i won't mind /they'll hurt me bad they do it all the time / yeah yeah /yeah they do it all the time / yeah yeah/ do it all the time /they do it all the time /do it all the time /they do it all the time /do it all the time /I hope you know that this will go down on your permenent record /oh yeah /well don't get so distressed /did i happen to meantion that i'm impressed /i take one one one cause you left me and /two two two for my family and /three three three for my heartache and /four four four for my headaches and /five five five for my lonely and /six six six for my sorrow and /seven seven no tomorrow and /eight eight i forget what eight was for but /nine nine nine for the lost gods /ten ten ten ten for everything everything everything /well you can all just kiss off into to the air /behind my back /i can see them stare /they'll hurt me bad but i won't mind /they'll hurt me bad they do it all the time
yeah yeah / yeah they do it all the time
yeah yeah / yeah they do it all the time
4 comments:
se eu tivesse entrado aqui num outro dia qualquer, não sei o que diria... mas hoje, só encontro uma explicação para a tua pergunta: nós vivemos de nos matar e de raiva, então, matamos o que nos está fora. por muito que nos seja essencial.
oh micróbio, mas é um grupo inofensivo. não explica nada.
e não concordo que possamos viver de nos matarmos e da raiva que possamos sentir ou que isso explique que matemos o que nos está fora.
em todo o caso o poster não havia de valer a estalada...
a reter: o facto de não te lembrares porquê.
loucos anos 90 :D
gracias pelas visitas.
até breve.
Quando li o teu post a primeira coisa que pensei foi na musica do Damien Rice, uma das musicas da minha vida. Partilho aqui com voçes, para quem não conheçe trate de conheçer, vale bem a pena.
i remember - by Damien Rice
i remember it well the first time that i saw
your head ‘round the door 'cause mine stopped working
i remember it well there was wet in your hair
you were stood in the stair and time stopped moving
i want you here tonight i want you here
'cause i can't believe what i found
i want you here tonight want you here
nothing is taking me down
i remember it well taxied out of a storm
to watch you perform and my ships were sailing
i remember it well i was stood in your line
and your mouth your mouth your mouth your mind
i want you here tonight i want you here
'cause i can't believe what i found
i want you here tonight want you
‘cause nothing is taking me down
‘cept you my love..
come all ye lost
dive into moss
i hope that my sanity covers the cost
to remove the stain of my love
paper maché
come all ye reborn
blow off my horn
i'm driving real hard
this is love this is porn
god would forgive me
but i.. i whip myself scorn scorn
i wanna hear what you have to say about me
hear if you're gonna live without me
hear what you want
i remember december
and I wanna hear what you have to say about me
hear if you're gonna live without me
i wanna hear what you want
what the hell do you want?
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