Já é velhinho mas ainda dá para rir
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
On My Side
How can it be, we are losing ourselves
And why can I not sleep, underneath my own hell when the daylight comes down
Oh, we are dying away
All I can say when the band begins to play, there's no angel on my side
And I need you on my side
Can you hear them calling me?
And the rusted dark of a thousand years goes by
And we never ask why
Take what you conceal, and breathe it out through your bones
But speak to my ear, in the softest of tones, it can't set me down
Oh, we are dying away
All I can say when the band begins to play, there's no angel on my side
And I will need you on my side
Can you hear them calling me?
And the rusted dark of a thousand years goes by
All I can say when the band begins to play, there's no angel on my side
And I will need you on my side
by Cory Chisel And The Wandering Sons
Friday, February 27, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Prospekt's March/Poppyfields
Apaixonei-me por esta música!
Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn't matter to them yet
People talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt, how could I forget?
Drums, here it comes
Don't you wish your life could be as simple
As fish swimming around in a barrel
Where you've got the gun
Oh, and I run...
Here it comes
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get beyond a kind of control
But I wasn't one
Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky
And here I lie on my own in a separate sky
I don't wanna die on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in a separate sky
Monday, December 8, 2008
The Leavers Dance
Berenice
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head my hands my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart
Berenice
Beneath it all you´re golden
And that´s all I´m feeding on
And though my head my hands are growing colder
We move circles now
Berenice there´s no release at all
That´s not worth dying for
Berenice
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
Berenice there´s no release at all
That´s not worth dying for
And it´s not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head my hands my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart
Berenice
Beneath it all you´re golden
And that´s all I´m feeding on
And though my head my hands are growing colder
We move circles now
Berenice there´s no release at all
That´s not worth dying for
Berenice
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
Berenice there´s no release at all
That´s not worth dying for
And it´s not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart