TRAINSPOTTING

42 to sunrise.
I’ve just realized.
I’ve just counted.
That’s all there is to do.
Count.
And all of a sudden I’ve just realized,
I am not the only one I can count with.
Not anymore.
Not ever.
40, that’s the number.
Small, decreasing number.
But only now I started writing.
That’s fine.
Not enough to close my eyes.
That’s fine.
I don’t want them to be shut.
I want them open wide.
Between the 4 and the 0 are three.
We are tree.
I never felt so much like myself.
Insomniac.
Writing about numbers.
Dreaming and writing and awake.
Eager for something indefinable.
A feeling.
Waiting.
Counting minutes.
Rushing.
Speeding up the pace for a bit.
Thinking of each step.
Anxiety, the word to be beaten.
To be assimilated.
Stimulated.
Proved and tasted.
The wait has always proven to be fair.
The fair way to any raise.
Exercise.
Body.
Mind.
I cannot speed up life.
But I can run.
I cannot see much forward in the dark.
But I can write.
The projection is enough.
Shakes the guts.
The body feels it.
It needs it.
The idea already fulfills it.
It’s physical, but still.
It's addictive, I predict.

Nunca te vi, sempre te amei.

Run.
Rise.
Fun.
Life.

No need to choose.

[OH MY]

I’m hurt
But you never touched me
You never felt me with your hands
Cause you never hit me

[Oh my] Hope is a hopeless feeling

I’m dirt
But you never smelt me
You never inhaled me with your nose
Cause you never breathe me

[Oh my] Hope is a hopeless feeling

I suck
But you never licked me
You never felt me with your lips
Cause you never kiss me

[Oh my] Hope is a hopeless feeling

I’m blushed
But you never ashamed me
You never stalked me with your eyes
Cause you never meet me

[Oh my] Hope is a hopeless feeling

I’m dumb
But you never dared me
You never held me with your ears
Cause you never answer me

Point all of your senses towards myself, I insist
I insist there’s got to be a tomorrow when your senses will fall

[Oh my] Hope makes no sense to me

THE TRUTH

It is always small, because it is supposed to be simple.
Simplicity is small, even when it’s dark.
So truth is small, and many times black.
But sometimes it is orange.
Simple like that.

The truth is small, but needs . s p a c e . a n d . f r e s h . a i r.
It is always close, or far, but lying there.
May be closer than you think.
Even more because to be honest,
Sometimes you just cannot see it.

Speaking of it, shouldn’t IT be a HE or a SHE?
I think we use IT because it depends:
Whose truth are we talking about?
And that question, my friend,
Changes many things when is answered.

Unlike what you may have thought,
Believed and stood for...
The truth isn’t only one.
Just like god [god?]:
Perhaps it just doesn’t exist.

My truth is definitely small and orange now,
And not from this world.
But I’m positive they’re both mine,
The world and the truth.

And thus, my little big friend,
I can tell you with no fear:
It is small, it is orange, and it is here.
Even though your eyes cannot see it.

AIME A FRED

A sutileza da vergonha - os homens não se envergonham de pensar coisas sujas, mas ao imaginar que lhes são atribuídos esses pensamentos sujos.- Nietzsche

- Harassment
One's psychological pressure may turn other into a sad person.

- Vicious, violence and standars
The cause of some regrets is cyclical, and lying within it can only cause as much damage to other as it does its owner.

- Enclosure
The harder one rapes towards the core, the harder it'll get.

- Math on opposition
There is an inverse proportion between the strength used to achieve looseness and the looseness of the cuffs itself.

- Bounce x Health x Sanity
The pain you inflict to others is smaller than the one you do to yourself.

- Reflection
Philosophy comes from the ability of hypothetically placing yourself under someone else's point of view without the need of getting/being there.

- Dope seduction
The immediate answer and satisfaction a bad, known behavior provides, almost immediately turns back against yourself as a bad feeling.

- Abstinence x Sense
Perhaps the anguish and emptiness are the very things an addict will miss, not the euphoria.

- Mold, a lesson on adaptation
Our body and mind will learn to live through the worst if needed, but this is not necessarily good. It is important, almost mandatory to remain sensible every now and then.

- Pattern
Even the worst will be missed once you get used to it.

- Contradicted efforts
An attempt to hide instead of getting rid of something produces a growing agglomerate around the thing to avoid; with effect, it is the cancer of the soul, opposite of healing.

- Darwinism
Pain can only one out of two: 1] keep you alive; or 2] kill you. With no exception, its absence can only kill - even if it takes a while and the heart keeps beating.

- Friends
To be perfect, the pencil against the paper should auto-check spelling and grammar; on the other hand, the keyboard makes it much more difficult to achieve authenticity and fluidness. Both options should be noiseless and seamless, though.

SORRY THING

All the things that I’ve said to you, well I meant to
But I didn’t say everything that I would like to say to you, girl
And this jealousy I feel, it makes me a jealous guy
I’m a jealous guy who loves you so much, that’s what I do

Every single day I forget about you
[or I try to]
Every single day I regret about you
[or I try to]

Sometimes I drink too much, and I cry, too
I say things that I thought you would like to hear
It turns out that I don’t know how to handle this friendship love
I get mean as hell, I try to make you feel blue

Every single day I forget about you
[or I try to]
Every single day I regret about you
[or I try to]

Sorry for you,
Sorry for me,
This sorry thing is bad,
This sorry thing is mean

Sorry for you,
Sorry for me,
This sorry thing is bad,
But this sorry thing is real

QUEM É VOCÊ?

Celebrando que retomei os sonhos, um dos sonhos de outrora que mais gosto de cantar.

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Mais uma noite se passou,
você ficou grudada em mim.
O mesmo sonho se repete sem parar,
me faz suar demais.
Não era nada quando você me encotrou,
agora eu sei quem você é.

Quem é você?

Máscaras e fantasias
eu coloquei depois tirei quando você mandou

Passei por dias difíceis
[foram difíceis mas eu aguentei]
Eu tive sonhos perdidos
[que não vão mais voltar]
Você roubou minha vida
[pegou, usou e depois jogou pra trás]
Eu me senti ofendido.

Saí de casa quando você me enfrenteou,
não teve tato.
Não percebeu que eu precisava descansar,
Agora eu sei quem você é.

Quem é você?

Faz parar a hemorragia,
onde eu sangrei você limpou quando você lambeu, é.

Passei por dias difíceis
[foram difíceis mas eu aguentei]
Eu tive sonhos perdidos
[que não vão mais voltar]
Você roubou minha vida
[pegou, usou e depois jogou pra trás]
Eu me senti ofendido.

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Originalmente, começou assim:

Another day goes by and you don't seem to go away from my mind
The only dream I have is what I've dreamed last night
and then I wake up all sweat
I was a nobody when you found me alone,
but now I know who you are.

Who are you?

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Gosto de como não mudou nada, enm a métrica na hora de cantar, nem o sentido, nem mesmo a forma de dizer.

Quer ouvir? Clica aqui.

JUST ANOTHER ADVICE

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

I know that life can be sometimes something not good enough, not clean enough

and I know that life is not a chance to be around and feel complete it´s not that

6, 7, 8, 9, 10,

you take care and be aware of greed, bad seeds

some guys you may fuck but you should know that just a few deserve your kiss, your lips

Share the stage with anybody else,
but don´t ride´em home
share the things you have in mind
and they´ll steal from you
before you realize

Share the stage with different guests,
but don´t ride´em home
share the things you have in mind
and they´ll steal from you
in front of your eyes

1,2,3,4,5,

d´you satisfy yourself by being such a freak, so sick?

Or you feel all right when people think that you´re a fuck who lost the grip, no leash

6,7,8,9,10,

don´t pretend you got yourself depressed, that´s sad

cause you´re just a spoiled kid and you don´t have a thing inside your head, too bad

Share the stage with anybody else,
but don´t ride´em home
share the things you have in mind
and they´ll steal from you
before you realize

Share the stage with different guests,
but don´t ride´em home
share the things you have in mind
and they´ll steal from you
in front of your eyes

RUNNING OUT OF DREAMS

Were you planning to be pretty?
I should tell ya that ain't workin'
The ol'dream to be a rockstar is not a bit good
It's a desperate, sad adventure for noon and after that
Been workin' for a pounf coin
Cuz my children weren't fed

Just a young man sittin' beside an ol'team in the bar
But the elderly may spend... you cannot afford to lose any time
The janitor comes for the rent, late too many times
Ain't gonna make a new friend here
But you are under the eyes

Just another day in the city of dreams
Take time to pray, what you don't believe
Please come along and try to save us now
Time is passing by and I'm running out of dreams

ARRESTED

No friends
No sun
No drinks
No mum
No sex
No fun
Can’t sleep
No glam
Short food
Long fights
Short space
Long nights
No bed
No seat
That heat
No fan
No wind
Just sweat
No keys [kids]
No gaps [dads]
No life
No pain
No time
Just shame

You’re arrested
For the rest of your life
You’re arrested
You’ve got the right to be quiet



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Sem a menor pretensão de ser Nina ou Iggy, mas são as duas das três fontes de inspiração nesse caso. E abstraia a tosquice da gravação.

Ou melhor, compreenda.

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TENTAR ATÉ MORRER [HE COULDN'T FIND THE WAY]

Quinze anos e nada mais,
era apenas um jovem rapaz
que tenta algo que não se faz.
Fez mal, não pôde proceder.

Está sozinho na multidão,
muitos rostos, nenhuma afeição.
Lá no céu ou sentado no chão,
talvez não, mas pra mim é tudo igual.
Pra mim é tudo igual,
é igual pra mim.

Se passaram mais seis anos,
muitas noites e dias insanos.
Não mudaram os antigos planos:
tentar, tentar até morrer,
tentar até morrer,
até morrer!

Um corte vertical,
fundo e longitudinal,
lá do alto, um mortal,
belo salto sem sair do chão,
sem sair do chão,
tentar até morrer.

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PORNODOGS tocam essa também. Mas originalmente, foi escrita assim:

HE COULDN'T FIND THE WAY

He was only ten plus five
When he did for the very first time
He tried to take away his own life
So hard, he couldn't find the way

He couldn't find the way
He couldn't find

Be alone in the middle of a crowd
Many faces, no friends around
In the sky or facing the ground
I may be wrong but sometimes it feels the same

Sometimes it feels the same
I know it feels

Now he's on his twenty first
Six years were not enough
He's gonna try that same old stuff
He's gonna try to take his life again

To take his life away
To take his life

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E no clima suicídio e post casado, um sonho contado com o mesmo tema aqui.

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HOLD ON

Hold on to what you have
because you ain't gonna get any more than that
it's not a shame to show what you feel
and cry one more night before you leave

You're proving that you’re real

Feel sad, have regrets and all
don't dress yourself up into steel
show people that you care
you would always be there but you can't

And tell that's really not their fault
turn back just one more time to fall
you’re sad, that's really not their fault but it's all yours
you have no strength to carry on

Come close to those you love and ask
if they don't really love you back
then go and move to far enough
as far as they can never go

How they come to react?

All alone, not self-assured,
for other people you are just a bore
but they have never tried to get
to get any closer to the core

They don't really want to know
if you are hard or you are soft
but you are not a gum to chew and spit out
that's not you
you have a heart that beats inside



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BRAIN DRAIN

Across the day
I don't want sand in my way
I want a perfect track for a perfect place to stay

I want to talk
I wanna hear what you say
Coz in the end we both know that is just the same

It took a long time
til I have courage to say
"hello, I'm Daniel and I wonder what's your name"

Across the day
A cross that is stuck in the way
How come that you know just what I don't need to say?

I didn't say
Now hope you get what I'm saying
I want the time, I want the place, we need the same

You think what I think
You say what I'm gonna do
You ask and I'll sing a brand new song for you
You drain my brain
You drain my brain
You make my day

You make my day
You make my day
You make my day
You make
You make




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Mais uma da série inegável, na 'descoberta da verdade'.

I KNEW IT ALL

Well you know it's gonna be like this forever
What you know ain't gonna change
And you know we've been together for one year now
But you know it's gonna change

Now I think I've been mistaken here for someone else
I could never cheer you up

'Cause you know I'm not the kind of guy you wanna live
That you know, you leave me all behind
And you know I can't go hiding all this shit too long
Well you know just how it goes

I've been hiding from myself what I already knew
I already knew it all

I was trying not to let you go,
But know I know you were gone so long before

I knew it all so long before



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Quando conheço alguém que não toca, não canta, não escreve, é repetido ser questionado sobre como componho: é primeiro a letra, é a música, é um tema...?

A resposta é sempre a mesma. Não sei, não tem um padrão. Padrão pra criar? Não.

Mas a verdade é que minhas favoritas vêm de pronto, em minutos estão escritas e tocadas, muito antes de serem decoradas. Normalmente têm motivo inegável, como essa.