Silenceiam-se as valkirias

If you saw the blade come and slice my wrist

would you come and take it away?

Every word you dug a fist

On such a dammed day

I bleed to death for all I care

If blood drains my pain away

No-one would try to stop who would dare?

to keep this lost life for another day...

Drop

by 

Drop

the red bleeds from me

I erase all pain 

becoming Dead

Fear not as I am set free

I paid to get off my head

The wound inside did not heal

untill life become pain

dear devil couldn't honour the deal

and I become insane

in living I found no will

in living I become sad

why did you steal

all the joy I ever had

Please mistake me not

as consciusness fades from the brain

you killed but finished not

so I'll end up my pain

In every word in every gesture

until you walked through me with blind eyes

a last farewell torture

Suits you, or is are this my so called lies

so my wrists lost strengh and I cannot end my dying will

I was overcome by my own salvation

it hurts, it hurts still

have I been cursed to eternal damnation?

Vallkkyer were the hymns

of nordic heroic warriors

stars read their signs

and a dying memory from my horrors

.

.

HUrt

It's been said even by myself that you are not the one to blame as it's not your fault,  nor your intent

Somehow that doesn't ease the pain.

And if there's no one to blame then how come it hurts me so.

Still how to hold such as responsible for their actions when their not their own.

however, is there any point in my soul bleeding it's agony to the very end....

It might seem odd but if anyone stubles upon this thoughts then they would have lost it's meaning, as they shall be no longer mine, their beauty lies in the possibility of remaning forever forgoten.

So i crall back to my painfull existence. 

if...

Blue & Red

Yeah, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand

Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, but all true love's in vain

When the train come in the station I looked her in the eye

Well, I felt so sad and lonesome that I could not help but cry

When the train left the station, it had two lights on behind

Well, the blue light was my baby and the red light was my mind

All my love's in vain

There's no need for you to say you're sorry 

Goodbye I'm going home 

I don't care no more so don't you worry 

Goodbye I'm going home 

I hate the way that even though you 

Know you're wrong you say you're right 

I hate the books you read and all your friends 

Your music's shite it keeps me up all night 

I hate the way that you are so sarcastic 

And you're not very bright 

You think that everything you've done's fantastic 

Your music's shite it keeps me up all night 

There's no need for you to say you're sorry 

Goodbye I'm going home 

I don't care no more so don't you worry 

Goodbye 

I'm going 

home

. 

RIDE

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight

And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine

La femme

Ne me quitte pas

Il faut oublier

Tout peut s'oublier

Oublier le temps

Des malentendus

et les temps perdu

a savoir comment

Oublier ces heures 

qui tuaient parfois

A coups de porquoi

Le coeur du bonheur

Ne me quite pas

Ne me quite pas

Ne        me           quite       pas

Was it?

Getting crazy on the waltzers but its life that choose
Sing about the sixblade sing about the swiGetting crazy on the waltzers but its life that choose
Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I dont know Ill be tonight but Id always tell you where I amtchback and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I dont know Ill be tonight but Id always tell you where I am

There is a light that never goes out

Empety and Numb

Let me bite the cold barrel of a gun,

and let it bark to my eternal rest.

Let eternal sleep take this son,

as in this life I've done my best.

Tired have my eyes long time become.

And my soul empety and numb

I have no strenght left to fight.

The world is meaningless and no longer mine.

The hope is darkness of it's shatered light,

A Death sings it's hymn

Tired has my soul long become.

It's only empety and numb.

Other's will come, others will live,

                                                           and their steps will make the earth turn.

                                                                                                                                 All mistakes I forgive.

But I've got no place left to run.

                                                                                                                                

She

She's hearing voices call her
She's hearing voices warn her
She just can't sleep in her bed
She just can't sleep
She's falling down the stairs
She's tearing out her hair
She's screaming my name, in the night
To keep her warm

I can't eat, I can't sleep
I can't sleep, I can't dream
An aversion to light
Got a fear of the ocean

Like drinking poison,

 like eating glass

It's so cold in this house

and I can't go meet her

We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the walls again
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the furniture
We've got crosses on our eyes
For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse
We've got crosses on our eyes
We've been walking into the furniture

I am trying to be heroic,
In an age of modernity.
I am trying to be heroic,
because all around me history sings.

Oh how our parents
they suffered for nothing
Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
Like the 80s never happened.
People are afraid, are afraid
To merge on the freeway.
Disappear here

Stroll the pier

into the magazine launch party.

I am handed a pill,

and I swallow with complete disdain.

But in my heart,
I am lukewarm;
nothing ever really touches me.

There was a sense of disappointment as we sped away
Every town now just felt the same
The tear on my cheek just dried up; it wasn't there
All the young people looked the same

I love you in the morning ,
When you're still hung-over
I love you in the morning,

Walk into the room

Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust.

I guess we’ll just have to adjust.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’ to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

The Lucky 7

Yeah but nobody searches
And nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
Then I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet blaze

Can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul?
It's just a wasteland now

We've spies, we've slow hands
Put the waste around yourself
We've spies, oh yeah we've slow hands
You put the waste all around yourself, now

I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul?
It's just a wasteland now

We've spies, yeah we've slow hands
You put the waste all around yourself
We've spies, oh yeah we've slow hands
Killers for hire you know that yourself

We've spies, we've slow hands
You put the waste all around yourself
We've spies, oh yeah we've slow hands
We retire like nobody else

Suburban Dreams

A voz carregada do sotaque se Alex Turner canta, as guitarras docemente distorcidas criam uma teia de textura como as paredes de cimento sujas de fumo, humidade e marcas alheias ao tempo que as apaga. Caminho por entre elas, caminho para casa por entre a leve chuva e o frio caminho para o meu quarto onde me rodeio de palavras e sonhos escritos á beira duma sequência e acordes e notas entrelaçadas como os velhos tijolos da casa onde outrora morei.
Na casa onde outrora vivi, na casa onde te senti me deitei a teu lado e nos abraçamos. Depois passamos por uma leve sombra das escassas árvores que enfeitam um subúrbio caminhámos de mãos dadas por entre memórias histórias velhos conhecidos e testemunhas anónimas do nosso amor. Nem tudo é feio o sol também brilha por entre prédios velhos, dormitórios da força de trabalho, o céu consegue ser tão belo como os teus olhos e o teu sorriso abafa os sons da violência, da dor dos gritos e o ruído surdo do tráfico.
Acordar nos teus braços é uma memória indescritível o sentimento de pertença e de comunhão que sinto junto a ti. Não fazia ideia de onde estava, de porque havia em cima de mim um céu diferente dos que me rodeavam, agora compreendo tudo, o meu passado o futuro, o universo tudo agora é tudo lógico e linear. Tu e eu, nós. perfeito.

There a thousand things that i can't put out in words, but you know them somehow

Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing.

If I could put my soul into the guitar
like the genious soul of Hendrix, that
eaten the sun and gave it back though his music.

I would write a song myself

Que te faria sem duvida jus.

Worn out and ready to go

Sitting target
Sitting waiting
Anticipating
Nothing

Life
Is full of surprises
It advertises
Nothing

What am I trying to do
What am I trying to say
I'm not trying to tell you anything
You didn't know
When you woke up today

Sitting target
Sitting praying
God is saying
Nothing
Nothing

Always
Knows the prospects
Learn to expect
Nothing
Oh no
Nothing
oh oh.

Remember the laugh of soft mad children?
Tonight I felt the world
the dark surronds
all arround the night sings it's sounds
Can you look through my eyes girl?
can you see behind them?
time takes it's crazy train
inside me it feel likes rain

and this has nothing to do with me and you
but tonight i fell nothing at all
.
...
...
.

I Know It's Over

Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey
Music by Johnny Marr

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother...