Things just are

Will Oldham on Bonnie 'Prince' Billy

Keep you apart deep in my heart (...) and keep the things you forgot

Drink up, baby, stay up all night
The things you could do, you won't but you might
The potential you'll be, that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make

Drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days
Do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away
The images stuck in your head

People you've been before that you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars where I'm seeing you
There with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught

People you've been before that you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
Keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest
Where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still, I'll keep them still, I'll keep them still…

Elliot Smith

How can it feel this wrong?

S.

Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.

How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.

Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say, 
Frozen to myself.

Beth Gibbons

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vg1jyL3cr60]

note to self

"não te destruas porque eu preciso de ti inteira"...

(obrigada C.)

Autopreservação

Num amanhã, que virá, desistirei (de ti). Para não enlouquecer.

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cruFQGKCuJg]

"Mañana te digo que el amor / que el amor se ha ido"*

Todos os dias desejo que o esquecimento me envolva no seu manto de chuva morna.

(Este corpo exausto necessita de tréguas.)

*Lhasa de Sela

On being happy

Entrega de Y.

Autumn's child
You sweet young thing

Devendra Banhart

Fuck conscience!

Continuas a não perceber que não tens direito a pedir-me mais nada. Ou, se calhar, nem te dás conta que já não sobra nada... nem sequer a dignidade.

He venido al desierto pa irme de tu amor,
¡Que el desierto es más tierno y la espina besa mejor!
He venido a este centro de la nada pa gritar,
Que tú nunca mereciste lo que tanto quise dar...
¡Que tú nunca mereciste lo que tanto quise dar! 

He venido al desierto pa irme de tu amor,
¡Que el desierto es más tierno y la espina besa mejor!
He venido a este centro de la nada pa gritar,
Que tú nunca mereciste...

He venido yo corriendo, olvidándome de ti,
¡Dame un beso pajarillo no te asustes colibrí!
He venido encendida al desierto pa quemar,
Porque el alma prende fuego cuando deja de amar...
Porque el alma prende fuego cuando deja de amar.

He venido yo corriendo olvidándome de ti,
¡Dame un beso pajarillo, y no te asustes colibrí!
He venido encendida al desierto pa quemar,
Porque el alma prende fuego...

He venido yo corriendo olvidándome de ti,
¡Dame un beso pajarillo, y no te asustes colibrí!
He venido encendida al desierto pa quemar,
Porque el alma prende fuego cuando deja de amar...
Porque el alma prende fuego cuando deja de amar...

He venido al desierto pa irme de tu amor,
¡Que el desierto es más tierno y la espina besa mejor!
He venido a este centro de la nada pa gritar,
¡Que tú nunca mereciste lo que tanto quise dar!

He venido yo corriendo olvidándome de ti,
¡Dame un beso pajarillo, y no te asustes colibrí!
He venido encendida al desierto pa quemar,
Porque el alma prende fuego

Lhasa de Sela

Soon this space will be too small

Soon this space will be too small 
And I’ll go outside 
To the huge hillside 
Where the wild winds blow 
And the cold stars shine 
I’ll put my foot 
On the living road 
And be carried from here 
To the heart of the world 

I’ll be strong as a ship 
And wise as a whale 
And I’ll say the three words 
That will save us all 
And I’ll say the three words 
That will save us all 

Soon this space will be too small 
And I’ll laugh so hard 
That the walls cave in 

Then I’ll die three times 
And be born again 
In a little box 
With a golden key 
And a flying fish 
Will set me free 

Soon this space will be too small 
All my veins and bones 
Will be burned to dust 
You can throw me into 
A black iron pot 
And my dust will tell 
What my flesh would not 

Soon this space will be too small 
And I’ll go outside 
And I’ll go outside 
And I’ll go outside

Lhasa de Sela

And no one knows where the night is going...

"And all go stumbling through that house 

in lonely secrecy 

Saying "Do reveal yourself" 

or "Why has thou forsaken me?"

And no one knows where the night is going...

All at once the torches flare 

The inner door flies open 

One by one they enter there 

In every style of passion

(...)

Those who dance, begin to dance 

Those who weep begin 

Those who earnestly are lost 

Are lost and lost again

And no one knows where the night is going...

One by one the guests arrive 

The guests are coming through 

The broken-hearted many 

The open-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going..."

Leonard Cohen

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l48aOXWKx4E]

(des)ilusões

Uma mão cheia de nada é tudo o que tens para mim. 

(Já nem sequer me consegues bastar.)

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9fwsiMRVeE]

When will I turn and cut the world?

"my eyes are coral, absorbing your dreams
my heart is a record of dangerous scenes
my skin is a surface to push to extremes

but when will I turn and cut the world?"

Antony Hegarty
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9a1C1qXHfM]

Rudy foolish

"Well, a foolish day is a foolish day
In a beautiful way
(...)
Well, a Rudy day is a Rudy day
In a beautiful way"

Bonnie 'Prince' Billy

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMQbVW4_ce4]

Há entre nós demasiado ruído. Preciso de silêncio ou de uma melodia.

S.

Minudências

S.

A vida é assim: às vezes basta um minúsculo pormenor, uma minudência ínfima, para determinar efeitos devastadores.


Mário de Carvalho, Era bom que trocássemos umas ideias sobre o assunto

Shameful p.s.

(My fingers sting
Where I feel your fingers have been
Ghostly fingers
Moving my limbs

Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you)

Unrecognizable

S.

"I tried to learn your language
But fell asleep half undressed
Unrecognizable to myself"

Polly Jean Harvey

Suits us...

"Following your heart is easy. Following your brain is tough. Especially after years of following that much smaller organ. That's why all parents screw up all children. (...) Your parents made you screwed up by not screwing you up."

Dr. Gregory House