You're the Storm II

You're the Storm

Oh it's healing bang bang bang
I can hear your cannons call
You've been aiming at my land
You're hungry hammer's falling
And if you want me I'm you're country

I'm an angel bored like hell
and you're a devil meaning well
You steal my lines and you strike me down
Come raise your flag upon me
And if you want me I'm your country
If you win me I'm forever
Oh Yeah

'Cos you're the storm that I believed in
and all this peace has been deceiving
I like the sweet life and the silence
But it's the storm that I believe in

Come and conquer and drop your bombs
cross my borders and kill the calm
Bear your fangs and burn my wings
I hear bullets singing
and if you want me I'm your country
If you win me I'm forever
Oh Yeah

'Cos you're the storm that I believed in
and all this peace has been deceiving
I need some wind to get me sailing
So it's the storm that I believe in

You feed my heart you keep me breathing
'Cos you're the storm that I believed in
And if you want me I'm your country


- The Cardigans -

Staring At The Sun

Summer stretching on the grass... summer dresses pass

In the shade of a willow tree creeps a crawling over me
Over me and over you stuck together with God's glue
It's going to get stickier too...
It's been a long hot summer
let's go undercover
Don't try too hard to think... don't think at all

I'm not the only one starin' at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find if you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb i'm staring at the sun
Not the only one who's happy to go blind

There's an insect in your ear if you scratch it won't disappear
It's gonna itch and burn and sting
Do you want to see what the scratching brings
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach...
Will we ever live in peace?
Cause those that can't do often have to
Those that can't do often have to... preach

To the ones staring at the sun...
Afraid of what you'll find if you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb... staring at the sun
I'm not the only one who'd rather go blind

Intransigence is all around... military is still in town
Armour plated suits and ties... daddy just won't say goodbye
Referee won't blow the whistle God is good but will HE listen
I'm nearly great
But there's something I'm missing I left in the duty free
Though you never really belonged to me

You're not the only one staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find if you stepped back inside
I'm not sucking my thumb I'm staring at the sun
Not the only one who's happy to go blind

- U2 -

Cuts You Up

I find you in the morning, after dreams of distant signs
you pour yourself over me, like the sun through the blinds
you lift me up and get me out, keep me walking but never shout
hold the secret close I hear you say

You know the way it throws about, it takes you in and spits you out
when you desire to conquer it, to feel you're higher
to follow it you must be clean
with mistakes that you do mean
move the heart, switch the pace, look for what seems out of place

Yeah on and on it goes calling, like a distant wind
through the zero hour we'll walk
cut the thick and break the thin, no sound to break no moment clear
when all the doubts are crystal clear, crashing hard into the secret wind

You know the way it twists and turns, changing colour, spinning yarns
you know the way it leaves you dry, it cuts you up, it takes you high

you know the way it's painted gold...is it honey, is it gold?
you know the way it throws about , it takes you in and spits you out

You know the way it throws about, it takes you in and spits you out
it spits you out when you desire to conquer it, to feel you're higher
to follow it you must be clean
with mistakes that you do mean
move the heart, switch the pace, look for what seems out of place

And now I find the special kind
you yourself, like sun through blinds
you lift me up, get me out, keep me walking but never shout

It's o.k. it goes this way
the line is thin it twists away cuts you up, it throws about
keep me walking but never shout


- Peter Murphy -

Take a look again...

The Great Below

Staring at the sea
will she come?
is there hope for me
after all is said and done

anything at any price
all of this for you
all the spoils of a wasted life
all of this for you

all the world has closed her eyes
tired faith all worn and thin
for all we could have done
and all that could of been

ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear
the destiny I've chose
all becoming clear

the currents have their say, the time is drawing near
washes me away, makes me disappear

and I descend from grace in arms of undertow
I will take my place in the great below

I can still feel you even so far away, I can still feel you even so far away
...
even so far away, so far away


- NIN -

WarRiorS oF mY worLd

If you wear that veLvet dress

(Oh it's okay)

Tonight the moon is playing tricks again
I'm feeling sea sick again
The whole world could just dissolve into a glass of water

I've been good 'cause I know you don't want me to
Do you really want me to be blue as you
It's her daylight that gets me through

We've been here before, last time you scratched at my door
The moon was naked and cold, I was like a two year old
Just wanted more

If you wear that velvet dress / If you wear that velvet dress
If you wear that velvet dress, if you wear that velvet dress

Tonight the moon has drawn its curtains
It's a private show, no one else gonna to know
I want you



(So you feel okay?)
(Are you sure it's okay?)
('Cause I want some more)







Sunlight, sunlight fills my room
It's sharp and it's clear, but nothing at all like the moonIt's okay, the struggle for things not to say
I never listened to you anyway and I got my own hands to pray

But if you wear that velvet dress, if you wear that velvet dress
But if you wear that velvet dress, if you wear that velvet dress

Tonight the moon is a mirrorball
Light flickers from across the hall
Who'll catch the star when he fall


- U2 -

This land is mine (part II)

This land is mine...

As pessoas não percebem que fazemos apenas o que queremos e como tal, só permitimos aos outros aquilo que aceitamos que façam.

No dia-a-dia observamos pessoas que parecem agir permissivamente e nunca nos ocorre que permitem que assim seja porque preferem assim e não porque somos melhores ou temos qualquer poder sobre elas.

Vivemos em pequenos reinos, isolados a cada dia, como se não existisse nada mais. Parece-me que para conhecer verdadeiramente uma pessoa devemos descobrir como ela é/se comporta/age em casa. A casa é como um pedacinho de cada um de nós, independentemente do valor que temos disponível para a mobilar.

Um dia alguém disse que nenhum Homem é uma ilha mas, enganou-se profundamente porque não foi capaz de ver mais além e perceber que o futuro faria dos Homens ilhas perdidas na imensidão de uma sociedade cada vez mais fechada sobre si mesma, cada vez mais exigente para com os seus membros.

Há meio século atrás, as crianças cresciam depressa e começavam desde cedo a trabalhar e a aprender a responsabilidade e o peso da sociedade em que se integravam. Hoje as crianças terminam uma licenciatura entre os 23 e os 25 anos e correm, tentando recuperar o tempo perdido, em busca da estabilidade e do sucesso. Depois notam que já têm 37 anos e que deveriam fazer coisas de adultos como formar uma familia, dirigir um qualquer departamento, ter um carro e um apartamento, ter um grupo de amigos de confiança com quem contar, etc.

Normalmente as crianças não fazem coisas de adultos porque são crianças e como tal não estão preparadas para as dificuldades consequentes.

Meninos e meninas: vivemos magoados por crianças em ponto grande que procuram companhia e divertimento.

Crianças, comprem um cão - o animal é por natureza a fonte fiel de inesgotável e incansável companhia e divertimento que precisam!

Quanto a mim, eu nasci entre os felinos:

This land is mine but I’ll let you rule
I let you navigate and demand
Just as long as you know... this land is mine
So find your home and settle in
Ohhh, I’m ready to let you in
Just as long as we know... this land is mine

 - DIDO -

Shape of my heart

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect

He doesn’t play for the money he wins

He doesn’t play for the respect

He deals the cards to find the answer

The sacred geometry of chance

The hidden law of probable outcome

The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that’s not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds

He may lay the queen of spades

He may conceal a king in his hand

While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that’s not the shape of my heart

That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you

You’d maybe think there’s something wrong

I’m not a man of too many faces

The mask I wear is one

Those who speak know nothing

And find out to their cost

Like those who curse their luck in too many places

And those who smile are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that’s not the shape of my heart

That’s not the shape of my heart

- STING -

About words...

Hoje não queria escrever, apenas criar uma imagem que denunciasse o estado de espírito e ao mesmo tempo fosse algo que gostasse de mostrar. Assim, surgiu esta fotomontagem de uma mulher-máquina-guerreira.

Espero que gostem do resultado e que substitua as palavras convenientemente.

[ ]s a todos

xx

About words (part II)

The begining muahahahaha

Não tenciono de modo algum escrever sobre algo só porque interessa aos outros, vou apenas utilizar a música e o meu gosto por recriar imagens e sonhos sobre as coisas que me causam curiosidade, que me fazem apreciar escrever livremente e como tal, estão convidados a comentar ou mesmo ensinar-me um pouco mais sobre aquilo que procuro "descobrir".

[]s a todos

xx