The dawn is breaking...
A light shining through...
You're barely waking...
And I'm tangled up in you.
I'm open, you're closed.
Where I'll follow you'll go.
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again.
Even the best fall down sometimes.
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme.
Out of the doubt that fills my mind,
I somehow found you and I collide.
I'm quiet, you know,
You make a first impression.
I've found I’m scared to know,
I'm always on your mind.
Even the best fall down sometimes.
Even the stars refuse to shine.
Out of the back you fall in time
Somehow find you and I collide...
Don't stop here...
I lost my place...
I'm close behind...
Even the best fall down sometimes.
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme.
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find, you and I collide.
sábado, dezembro 20, 2008
sexta-feira, dezembro 19, 2008
quarta-feira, dezembro 17, 2008
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
you gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
you gotta strike when the moment is right, without thinking.
And after a while you can work on points for style,
like the club tie and the firm handshake,
a certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
so that when thy turn their backs on you,
you'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
hide your head in the sand,
just another sad old man,
all alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown as you go down, alone,
dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my own way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
that everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner.
And everything's done under the sun,
and you believe a heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain,
who was trained not to spit in the fan,
who was told what to do by the man,
who was broken by trained personnel,
Who was fotted with collar and chain,
who was given a seat in the stand,
who was breaking away from the pack,
who was only a stranger at home,
who was ground down in the end,
who was found dead on the phone,
who was dragged down by the stone.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
you gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
you gotta strike when the moment is right, without thinking.
And after a while you can work on points for style,
like the club tie and the firm handshake,
a certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
so that when thy turn their backs on you,
you'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
hide your head in the sand,
just another sad old man,
all alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown as you go down, alone,
dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my own way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
that everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner.
And everything's done under the sun,
and you believe a heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain,
who was trained not to spit in the fan,
who was told what to do by the man,
who was broken by trained personnel,
Who was fotted with collar and chain,
who was given a seat in the stand,
who was breaking away from the pack,
who was only a stranger at home,
who was ground down in the end,
who was found dead on the phone,
who was dragged down by the stone.
terça-feira, dezembro 16, 2008
I learned politeness on my mother´s knee
I learned by uprightness my number of friends should increase
When I think about the things I´ve done
I laugh out loud to no one
Yeah to no one
Coz it´s so hard to meet
The eyes that I see
When I try to open up my heart
There´s something inside me ´n I know it´s good
But understanding is misunderstood
At the end of a smile; there´s a laugh ´n a 1/2
But I became honest Mr. Mistaken
In spite of the curves my smile was makin´
Bumpers and kickers in one big stream
I grew up in a life size pin ball machine
Yeah they´re mean
On my behalf
There´s something inside me ´n I know it´s good
But understanding is misunderstood
At the end of a smile; ther´s a laugh ´n a 1/2
I tried to fill some silence
Coz the silence feels so long
I knew the ice was gettin´ thinner
But I kept skating on
My mother threw me into this world as a winner
But by the light of the yellow beer
they tell jokes I´ll never get to hear
On my behalf
There´s something inside me...
I learned by uprightness my number of friends should increase
When I think about the things I´ve done
I laugh out loud to no one
Yeah to no one
Coz it´s so hard to meet
The eyes that I see
When I try to open up my heart
There´s something inside me ´n I know it´s good
But understanding is misunderstood
At the end of a smile; there´s a laugh ´n a 1/2
But I became honest Mr. Mistaken
In spite of the curves my smile was makin´
Bumpers and kickers in one big stream
I grew up in a life size pin ball machine
Yeah they´re mean
On my behalf
There´s something inside me ´n I know it´s good
But understanding is misunderstood
At the end of a smile; ther´s a laugh ´n a 1/2
I tried to fill some silence
Coz the silence feels so long
I knew the ice was gettin´ thinner
But I kept skating on
My mother threw me into this world as a winner
But by the light of the yellow beer
they tell jokes I´ll never get to hear
On my behalf
There´s something inside me...
Mumbling goodmorning & raising my head
A bad breath kiss to my pillow pet
I take a look at the day turns & stay in bed
Open my eyes when the day have died
I turned the world and I slept allright
Now my daymare is over I zip my jeans tight
Oh lord won't you bless this night...
From the pale lips of a youth who lay
I'm sleeping my day away
And when the night comes to the city I say:
I'm sleeping my day away
Yeah! With my pale lips in the pillow I say:
I'm sleeping my day away
After dark is the game I play
I'm sleeping my day away I'm sleeping my day away
When my dreams begin I'd be proud to be letting you in
With a smile on my face I guide our dreamboat in
So if you wanna travel along with me
You better sleep tight the rest of the day
You see I could be a sleeper it's not rest I lack
'Coz I hit the sack when the suns coming back
And now I have to wear my shades down sleepers lane
I'm sleeping my day away
Yeah! All the good people have gone to bed again
I'm sleeping my day away
'Coz the devil's at work inside my brain
A bad breath kiss to my pillow pet
I take a look at the day turns & stay in bed
Open my eyes when the day have died
I turned the world and I slept allright
Now my daymare is over I zip my jeans tight
Oh lord won't you bless this night...
From the pale lips of a youth who lay
I'm sleeping my day away
And when the night comes to the city I say:
I'm sleeping my day away
Yeah! With my pale lips in the pillow I say:
I'm sleeping my day away
After dark is the game I play
I'm sleeping my day away I'm sleeping my day away
When my dreams begin I'd be proud to be letting you in
With a smile on my face I guide our dreamboat in
So if you wanna travel along with me
You better sleep tight the rest of the day
You see I could be a sleeper it's not rest I lack
'Coz I hit the sack when the suns coming back
And now I have to wear my shades down sleepers lane
I'm sleeping my day away
Yeah! All the good people have gone to bed again
I'm sleeping my day away
'Coz the devil's at work inside my brain
segunda-feira, dezembro 15, 2008
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