sexta-feira, 25 de dezembro de 2009
quinta-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2009
terça-feira, 24 de novembro de 2009
Why is youth always wasted on the young
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
WHY DOES YOUTH SOON ARRIVE AND THEN IT’S GONE
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
FROM THE OUTSIDE LOKING IN
SEE MY YOUTH SEE WHERE I’VE BEEN
I HAVE WISDOM I’M A SAGE
IN THIS BODY THAT HAS AGED
IN THE BEAUTY THAT IS YOUTH
THERE’S A CONFLICT WHAT TO DO
WAY BACK THEN I COULDN’T KNOW
THAT MY YOUTH WAS ON LOAN
I WAS DIFFERENT I WAS BOLD
I GOT BLASTED I GOT STONED
AND I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE
THAT I WAS BORN OUT OF MY FOLKS
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
WHY DOES YOUTH SOON ARRIVE AND THEN IT’S GONE
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
WHEN I WAS NEARLY TWENTY ONE
AND MY YOUTH HAD ALMOST GONE
WHY DID THE BEST YEARS OF MY LIFE
LEAD TO ANGER FEAR AND STRIFE
WAY BACK THEN I MIGHT HAVE SAID
LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME IN BED
GO AND BOIL YOUR STUPID HEAD
WANT TO SCREW MYSELF TO DEATH
WHILE I WAS BUSY GETTING HIGH
GLORIOUS YEARS WERE FLYING BY
AND ANY WISDOM THAT I FAKED
CAUSED MISTAKE UPON MISTAKE
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
WHY DOES YOUTH SOON ARRIVE AND THEN IT’S GONE
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED
FRUIT BARELY TASTED
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
I DREAMED THAT THE WORLD WAS THERE FOR ME
BUT THE WORLD DID NOT AGREE
YEAH THOSE YEARS
ALL THE ANGER PAIN AND TEARS
COULDN’T HOLD ME
OR CONTROL ME IN THOSE DAYS
YEAH THOSE DAYS
I WAS VIOLENT I WAS PROUD
HAD TO STAND OUT IN A CROWD
I WAS RIGHT AND I WOULD FIGHT
THAT REALITY THAT BITES
BLINKED AN EYE AND THEN I GREW
A BODY BEAUTIFUL AND NEW
I’LL NEVER DIE THAT IS FOR YOU
SUCH IS THE ARROGANCE OF YOUTH
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
WHY DOES YOUTH SOON ARRIVE AND THEN IT’S GONE
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED
FRUIT BARELY TASTED
I WAS YOUNG I WAS WASTED IN MY YOUTH
AS THE TEENAGE EVENTUALLY AGES
LIKE THE INCEDIBLE HULK IN ONE OF HIS RAGES
THE KID THAT’S CONFUSED AND BARELY GROWN
IS BLASTED OFF INTO THE GREAT UNKNOWN
NOW IN THE MIRACLE THAT IS LIFE
WE MAY GROW MAY GROW OLDER WISER BOLDER
BUT GOD SAYS THAT IT’S A MIRACLE TOO FAR
TO PUT AN OLD HEAD ON YOUNGER SHOULDERS
SO I GUESS WE’LL HAVE TO GET OLDER
James Whild Lea
WHY DOES YOUTH SOON ARRIVE AND THEN IT’S GONE
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
FROM THE OUTSIDE LOKING IN
SEE MY YOUTH SEE WHERE I’VE BEEN
I HAVE WISDOM I’M A SAGE
IN THIS BODY THAT HAS AGED
IN THE BEAUTY THAT IS YOUTH
THERE’S A CONFLICT WHAT TO DO
WAY BACK THEN I COULDN’T KNOW
THAT MY YOUTH WAS ON LOAN
I WAS DIFFERENT I WAS BOLD
I GOT BLASTED I GOT STONED
AND I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE
THAT I WAS BORN OUT OF MY FOLKS
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
WHY DOES YOUTH SOON ARRIVE AND THEN IT’S GONE
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
WHEN I WAS NEARLY TWENTY ONE
AND MY YOUTH HAD ALMOST GONE
WHY DID THE BEST YEARS OF MY LIFE
LEAD TO ANGER FEAR AND STRIFE
WAY BACK THEN I MIGHT HAVE SAID
LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME IN BED
GO AND BOIL YOUR STUPID HEAD
WANT TO SCREW MYSELF TO DEATH
WHILE I WAS BUSY GETTING HIGH
GLORIOUS YEARS WERE FLYING BY
AND ANY WISDOM THAT I FAKED
CAUSED MISTAKE UPON MISTAKE
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
WHY DOES YOUTH SOON ARRIVE AND THEN IT’S GONE
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED
FRUIT BARELY TASTED
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
I DREAMED THAT THE WORLD WAS THERE FOR ME
BUT THE WORLD DID NOT AGREE
YEAH THOSE YEARS
ALL THE ANGER PAIN AND TEARS
COULDN’T HOLD ME
OR CONTROL ME IN THOSE DAYS
YEAH THOSE DAYS
I WAS VIOLENT I WAS PROUD
HAD TO STAND OUT IN A CROWD
I WAS RIGHT AND I WOULD FIGHT
THAT REALITY THAT BITES
BLINKED AN EYE AND THEN I GREW
A BODY BEAUTIFUL AND NEW
I’LL NEVER DIE THAT IS FOR YOU
SUCH IS THE ARROGANCE OF YOUTH
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED ON THE YOUNG
WHY DOES YOUTH SOON ARRIVE AND THEN IT’S GONE
WHY IS YOUTH ALWAYS WASTED
FRUIT BARELY TASTED
I WAS YOUNG I WAS WASTED IN MY YOUTH
AS THE TEENAGE EVENTUALLY AGES
LIKE THE INCEDIBLE HULK IN ONE OF HIS RAGES
THE KID THAT’S CONFUSED AND BARELY GROWN
IS BLASTED OFF INTO THE GREAT UNKNOWN
NOW IN THE MIRACLE THAT IS LIFE
WE MAY GROW MAY GROW OLDER WISER BOLDER
BUT GOD SAYS THAT IT’S A MIRACLE TOO FAR
TO PUT AN OLD HEAD ON YOUNGER SHOULDERS
SO I GUESS WE’LL HAVE TO GET OLDER
James Whild Lea
quinta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2009
terça-feira, 20 de outubro de 2009
sábado, 17 de outubro de 2009
terça-feira, 22 de setembro de 2009
domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009
quarta-feira, 19 de agosto de 2009
terça-feira, 28 de julho de 2009
A Cauby Peixoto e Brian Wilson
Só Deus sabe
O quanto chorei
Só Deus sabe
O quanto caminhei
Pelas encostas dos morros
Comendo capim
Pelas montanhas da lua
Pelos vales sem fim
Todos sabem
Que sobrevivi
Todos sabem
Porque ainda estou aqui
Mas só Deus sabe
Tudo que passei
Só Deus sabe
O preço que paguei.
O quanto chorei
Só Deus sabe
O quanto caminhei
Pelas encostas dos morros
Comendo capim
Pelas montanhas da lua
Pelos vales sem fim
Todos sabem
Que sobrevivi
Todos sabem
Porque ainda estou aqui
Mas só Deus sabe
Tudo que passei
Só Deus sabe
O preço que paguei.
segunda-feira, 13 de julho de 2009
Faxina
Fulano mundano
Carente descrente
Andarilho sem rumo
Poeta sem meta
Sujeito sem verbo
Eu tenho porquês?
Tenho seilás
E tenho sangue de menos
(Um caboclo anêmico)
Por que gosto de você
Não quero nem saber
Desse jogo de poder
(Entre os nossos botões)
O eterno retorno
Será que é verdade
É só nesta vida
Ou pela eternidade
Carente descrente
Andarilho sem rumo
Poeta sem meta
Sujeito sem verbo
Eu tenho porquês?
Tenho seilás
E tenho sangue de menos
(Um caboclo anêmico)
Por que gosto de você
Não quero nem saber
Desse jogo de poder
(Entre os nossos botões)
O eterno retorno
Será que é verdade
É só nesta vida
Ou pela eternidade
domingo, 12 de julho de 2009
quinta-feira, 4 de junho de 2009
quarta-feira, 3 de junho de 2009
terça-feira, 2 de junho de 2009
Diet Coke
O amor pode ser um engano
Um engabelo, um engasgo
O engendro do amor é nebuloso
Núbil e inútil mistifório de repugnâncias
A pertinácia do amor é nauseante
Enliço brutaz, enguiço birrento
O amor anda em terreno buliçoso
E distribui cupidez entre os enlameados
Um engabelo, um engasgo
O engendro do amor é nebuloso
Núbil e inútil mistifório de repugnâncias
A pertinácia do amor é nauseante
Enliço brutaz, enguiço birrento
O amor anda em terreno buliçoso
E distribui cupidez entre os enlameados
domingo, 31 de maio de 2009
quinta-feira, 28 de maio de 2009
Last Dance
Chances, dances, how quickly this life passes
All our hopes and all our dreams
Get lost in all our selfish schemes
You see, it's not about you, it's not about me
It's about loving something we can't see
It's all about what we are willing to share
It's about our hearts and who lives there
Ken Hensley
All our hopes and all our dreams
Get lost in all our selfish schemes
You see, it's not about you, it's not about me
It's about loving something we can't see
It's all about what we are willing to share
It's about our hearts and who lives there
Ken Hensley
quarta-feira, 15 de abril de 2009
Find the time
we make lists, we make plans
to write books, to form bands
or to move to kreuzburg
and escape into the night
so pack your bags and lets take control
you and me lets go
the next time that you're lonely,
or the next time that you're free.
so why?
if we can make the plans can we just not find the time?
don't get me wrong i know it's hard
and the good things never last.
and yet theres no point in waiting for a miracle to save your life.
you took the time to find what's real,
and amongst the baggage that you feel
is holding you back, the demons cast aside.
so why?
if we can make the plans can we just not find the time?
safe way is not
the safe way is not
the way to live your life
your light is beautiful don't let the daydreams die
don't let the daydreams die
segunda-feira, 30 de março de 2009
segunda-feira, 23 de março de 2009
Chove chuva
"So I just did me some talking to the sun
I said I didnt like the way he got things done
Sleeping on the job ..."
I said I didnt like the way he got things done
Sleeping on the job ..."
quarta-feira, 18 de março de 2009
domingo, 8 de março de 2009
Os jibóias - peça em dois atos (Nova ortografia)
Somos joia. Somos jiboia. Vivemos na boa, sem cama e sem broa.
Somos joia. Todos jiboias. Esperando a presa, na maior moleza.
Somos joia. Amigos jiboia. Pendurados no galho, somos do baralho.
Que beleza. Jiboia é realeza. Vivemos sem pressa, na maior certeza.
Espírito zen. Não incomodamos ninguém. Compenetrados sem porém.
Não temos dólar. Somos jiboia. Pedra noventa e anos sessenta.
O futuro a nós pertence. Jiboia é diferente. Outro tipo de gente.
Comi um bezerro. No maior desespero. Acho que vou dormir até janeiro.
Somos jiboia. Não é joia?
Somos joia. Todos jiboias. Esperando a presa, na maior moleza.
Somos joia. Amigos jiboia. Pendurados no galho, somos do baralho.
Que beleza. Jiboia é realeza. Vivemos sem pressa, na maior certeza.
Espírito zen. Não incomodamos ninguém. Compenetrados sem porém.
Não temos dólar. Somos jiboia. Pedra noventa e anos sessenta.
O futuro a nós pertence. Jiboia é diferente. Outro tipo de gente.
Comi um bezerro. No maior desespero. Acho que vou dormir até janeiro.
Somos jiboia. Não é joia?
quarta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2009
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