Por Luana Carolina.
sexta-feira, 15 de agosto de 2014
quarta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2014
ANITA LANE - Home is Where the Hatred is
A junkie walking through the twilight,
I'm on my way home.
I left three days ago
but no one seems to know i'm gone.
Home is where the hatred is,
home is filled with pain,
and it might not be such a bad idea
if i never, never went home again.
Stand as far away from me as you can,
and ask me why.
Hang on to your rosary beads,
close your eyes to watch me die.
You keep sayin',
'kick it!
quit it!
kick it!
quit it!
kick it!
quit it!'
god, but did you ever try
to turn your sick soul
inside out
so that the world
can watch you die.
Home is where i live
inside my white power dreams,
home was once an empty vacuum
that's filled now
with my silent screams.
Home is where the needle marks
try to hear my broken heart,
and it might not be such a bad idea
if i never, never went home again.
home again,
home again,
home again,
kick it quit it,
kick it quit it,
kick it quit it,
kick it,
can't go home again.
I'm on my way home.
I left three days ago
but no one seems to know i'm gone.
Home is where the hatred is,
home is filled with pain,
and it might not be such a bad idea
if i never, never went home again.
Stand as far away from me as you can,
and ask me why.
Hang on to your rosary beads,
close your eyes to watch me die.
You keep sayin',
'kick it!
quit it!
kick it!
quit it!
kick it!
quit it!'
god, but did you ever try
to turn your sick soul
inside out
so that the world
can watch you die.
Home is where i live
inside my white power dreams,
home was once an empty vacuum
that's filled now
with my silent screams.
Home is where the needle marks
try to hear my broken heart,
and it might not be such a bad idea
if i never, never went home again.
home again,
home again,
home again,
kick it quit it,
kick it quit it,
kick it quit it,
kick it,
can't go home again.
terça-feira, 12 de agosto de 2014
nanimonai - volume 2
Muitas pessoas criticam você por estar
constantemente num abismo... Mas elas não sabem o quanto é difícil se manter
fora de lá. Todos os dias você procura uma porta aberta, uma janela, e o que
você encontra? Todas as saídas soterradas, todos os dias de sua vida... Mas
fora dele é pior.
Parece que nunca mais vou estar bem,
mesmo lutando essas batalhas perdidas e comprando sonhos instantâneos que não
me satisfazem; gastam minha energia, meu tempo, meu dinheiro e a luz do sol
daqui continua a queimar minhas retinas.
E se eu fizer do abismo meu lar?
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VELVET UNDERGROUND - I'll be your mirror
I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you are home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you
I find it hard to believe you don't know
The beauty you are
But if you don't, let me be your eyes
A hand in the darkness, so you wont be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you
I'll be your mirror
(Reflect what you are)
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