segunda-feira, 29 de novembro de 2010

2nd part

(I think we're ready for eh, the second installment of the sloppy love jingle. Roll it. Action!)

Ok, continued
What's next upon the menu?
Hmm, maybe I should crack a joke
Attack and ask her if she smokes
Cause I can't seem to find my matches
And that could break the ice but
I'm a bad actress with three lighters I acquired the previous night
And there I was do or die
She was approximately five feet away from my frame
So I decided to take a stride, swallow my pride, tellin' her my name like
Hello miss, my name is Travis
Just a ordinary cat, I'm into art and fuzzy rabbits, kinda smart with a big heart, you can have it
I'd love to buy you a drink but I got bent and spent my money
But would you kindly accept a raincheck
Perhaps some deep chit chat
She didn't think twice, nodded her head and said "I'm with that"
By the way do you have some matches?
She's like, "no, but there's a lighter right in front of you"
And now we both giggling
This girl's so crazy, got my gullet jiggling
Fiddling with my feelings like an out of tune piano
Like I'm on ritalin
The way she's got my undivided attention dismissin' any thoughts of lettin' this one get away

sábado, 27 de novembro de 2010

I speak

This is a declaration, a declaration admitting that i speak for those who never have been heard, i speak for those who lifes are now limited by jailing robot movements. Also speak for those who freedom it's denied.
I fight for those who diferences are a factor of inferiority.

Cyrano de Bergerac

From the second she shimmied in
I was intrigued by her essence
And my first instincts to make sure that my presence was felt
Simple and plain
I'm probably jumping the train
But all I could see was my name engraved on her belt
Hit the pause button
Damn!
I don't even know this girl
And I'm already practicing my sweet-nothins
But that's a classic trait of a soft-spoken, heart-broken, fellow like my self best believe (pussy)
I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve
But that night the Jagermeister had my sleeves rolled up
Wait a minute, hold up
I think she caught me grillin' now I'm spillin' my drink (don't look don't look)
I knew our feelings were in sync so now she gave me the wink
The only problem is, I'm not your ordinary, average Romeo
A Cyrano de Bergerac (shut the fuck up)
In fact, I remember back in fifth grade
I tried to read the book of love, but sadly
The introduction didn't grab me
So I left it on the shelf and kept moving
Assuming that this planet rotates
I'll just procrastinate until the day I bump into my soulmate
Who would've thunk I would be pissy ass drunk when time came for collision
So I made the decision to just keep my composure (cool cool)
Until she started getting closer
And then I felt this weird feeling underneath my left shoulder, and then I
Slipped, tripped, busted my lip and fell in love
The minute that she stepped in the door
The type of girl I'd have to make a couple mix tapes for
To me she equaled MC squared and everything else was mathematics
I never took the time to practice

quinta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2010

Entre Quatro Paredes

Entre quatro paredes
Se encontra o meu Eu deitado
Reflectido sobre si próprio
Com um olhar obliquo pensa em se atirar
Do terceiro andar
Até uma das quatro paredes o abrandar
Não conseguiu...pensou, e reflectiu
A existência é sofrimento ao longo de um ideal de contentamento
Mas porquê tanto sofrimento durante tanto tempo?

E esse contentamento, o que é dele? Está visto um atraso?
Ou não pensa sequer em aparecer?
Penso que enquanto deitado, o meu Eu vai continuar como perturbado
Animal incompreendido, pretende querer
Uma ligeira melhoria, nada de mais
Apenas e somente algo ligeiro...ver.

sábado, 20 de novembro de 2010

Not While Im Around!

Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
No one's gonna hurt you, not while I'm around.

Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays,
I'll send 'em howling,
I got ways.

No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not to worry,
whistle, I'll be there.

Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,

But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...
 
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around... Nothings gonna harm you C

Não preciso

Não há dinheiro. Não há posses,nem obsessões
.
Eu não preciso desta merda.Leva-me o dinheiro, leva-me a minha obsessão.
Eu só quero que me oiçam, altas e claras são as minhas palavras.

quarta-feira, 17 de novembro de 2010

Culpem

Culpem na minha juventude, todas as verdades ditas
Culpem na minha esperteza, todos os males cometidos
Culpem na minha avareza, todas as quedas no chão cometidas
Culpem na minha estupidez, todos os bens queridos
Culpem na minha ideologia, todos os porquês
Culpem na minha juventude, o querer desaparecer de vez

sábado, 13 de novembro de 2010

Farto da mediana velha vida,
Saturado do ancião "querer"
E chateado com o velhaco "ter"

"Três ódios. Três linhas. Uma união a coincidir no mesmo ponto"
We all have something that digs in us
We all have a weakness that in some of us it's easy to identify,
If you look clearly in the eye, you'll see that you are my weakness.
My ego growing anti-clockwise, reborned in a simple act, a hug.
All of me it's a simple part of you.
You're heart its my condo, my house, i do not tend to sleep there all the time, i don't even eat much there,
But i just want to crash there sometimes, and have a bite there once in a few and..most important..my home is where you're heart is at.

Forward

Push it forward, walk backwords, enter the maze, find other youreself, get lost in the borders
Find something unbearable by the goodness it brings to you're anguish soul
Wish for something that its not physic, but its true, its there, inside you, and you can feel it.
You can reel it in, you can push it forward. you can make it possible, but all i need to make this real...it's just one more reason.

domingo, 7 de novembro de 2010

Pára.

Éticas de palavras salvam situaçoes até pontos em que a salvação só faz mais e mais parte do fim, da destruição. Dizer nunca sempre, torna o sempre triste. Sádico se querem a minha opinião, um "eu nunca disse isto" repetido em diversas realidades futuras umas às outras, faz uma realidade passada ficar vergonhosa. Pára, sai daqui

Odeio coisas

Odeio coisas...sobretudo as maiores
Detesto cenas, fazem-me alergias das piores
Detesto factos, ganham sempre com razão
Abomino festas, vou-me sempre embora sem um senão
Pelo contrario ha coisas que adoro
Adoro matemática, ocupa-me o dia
Deixa-me triste, mas ao contar dias enche-me de alegria
Faço como toda a gente ( acho ) sigo o dia com um objectivo
Chegar ao fim dele, e saber que ha um proximo que me vai ocupar
Mas ultimamente não é isso que me vejo querer
A magoa alheia está a despejar-se sobre mim
O que se passa? Não sei...
Estou farto da minha visao dos outros introspectiva a mim
Sinto-me mimado, egocentrico..mas sempre me vi altruista
Mas agora vou continuar o que antes estava a fazer, vou pegar na caneta, vou afastar o lápis, rasgar a borracha, pegar num papel, e escrever o meu passado para que o meu futuro se baseie nele, com espaços em branco para as pessoas que possam vir apareçendo.

sábado, 6 de novembro de 2010

It's just...

It's just one of those things, like, waking middle night stoned to death, yawning and remenber "oh shit, i forgot to send a message, damn"
You are one of those things, the type of thing that i crave for in the way home, and die for in a blink of a eye, when i see a picture of you...a thing like saying you're name while asleep, never happened but...just to say!
Sometimes i thint that the wheels of the world were falling of, just so that you can stop in front of me, in a drive by! You cherrish my heart, you calm my soul, you wake my fire, you put me in the roll