on.stage

We're (all!) up on stage tonight that's all! get drunk and play
:D

"
Flying circus on the road
Burn like fire, blind and cold
Stagefright, stagefright, oh baby
Not me, not me, not me
Stagefright, stagefright, oh man
Never got me
Crash and burn,
Crash and burn, drive on
Crash and burn,
Crash and burn, we're gone

Cheat the devil, live so long
Burn the mission, sing your song
Stagefright, stagefright, yo momma
Not me, not me, not me

Stagefright, stagefright, go back That's where I wanna be

Crash and burn, crash and burn, drive on Crash and burn, crash and burn, we're gone

Stagefright, stagefright,
Walk the line, love the shoes Tatooed lady, needle blues
Stagefright, stagefright, oh baby Not me, not me, not me Stagefright, stagefright, get down Something came over me

Crash and burn,
crash and burn, drive on
Crash and burn,
crash and burn, we're gone
Crash and burn,
crash and burn, drive on, drive on,
Drive on, we're gone "
stage fright:crashandburn | motorhead | many thanks!

supercruelmonster.magnet

Quando as coisas estão escritas da maneira mais explicita e sincera possível há que dar todo o valor; pois bem, sem muitos arranjinhos e sem quaisquer pudor Monster Magnet são uma das minhas bandas de eleição. Eles são apaixonados pela música, adoram mulheres, drogas e álcool não têm qualquer problema em admiti-lo e escrevem tudo o que lhes passa pela frente da forma mais directa possível. Possuem a capacidade mais que demonstrada de nos fazer viajar, de forma realista, por mundos imaginários, que retratam a vida na sua forma pura e vivida.

I dig on them, thank you satan!

""
Breathin' hard when you swim in the mirror
Breathin' fire like a rich girl should
Come alive in the back of my trailer
Come alive when your carvin' my wood

Super cruel hot shit baby
You've never been treated right
Super cruel, TV's garbage
Shut your eyes real tight

Cry for your mother, sing for your brothers in hell
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
Drink from the specimen in my cup

Such a strain when you live on a dead star
Such a bummer when your money is dry
Plug yourself on the hammer of god now

We all love it when you shiver and die
How were you to know
That the sun would come out at midnight baby

That the reds would turn out to be speed
How were you to know that I'd be super cruel"" by supercruel | monster magnet


""
Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly?
Who's gonna call you on the lame-dope-smoking,
Slackin' little sucker you are?

Who's gonna get you from behind?
Who's gonna ring your little bell?
Who's gonna con you into buying a television set revolution they sell?

When are you gonna blow the game?
When are you gonna blow the screen?
When will you tell them that the crap doesn't last
And you found a way to make your own dreams

The crap doesn't last and you found a way to make yourself scream

Well I died a million times
And I picked my culture well
And I built myself a gate
They can all now go to hell

I'm never gonna work another day in my life
The gods told me to relax
They said I'm gonna be fixed up right
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
I'm way too busy powertripping
But I'm gonna shed you some light

Get down!

Who's gonna teach you how to dance?
Who's gonna show you how to fly?
When you get tired of the crap baby move over here and maybe buy some of mine

I'm never gonna work another day in my life
The gods told me to relax
They said I'm gonna be fixed up right
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
I'm way too busy powertripping
But I'm gonna shed you some light

I'm never gonna work another day in my life
The gods told me to relax
They said I'm gonna be fixed up right
I'm never gonna work another day in my life
I'm way too busy powertripping
But I'm gonna shed you some light"" by powertrip | monster magnet

dazed.mind

Distúrbios de personalidade que contemplam decisões de "agora, e já".
Complementos diários que se vão adicionando porque se quer e porque é arte e porque é música e porque é vicio e porque é bom e porque se é Amigo.

manythanks

double_or_nothing

blackwhite&red_lights

ben.sides

My girl, my girl
Let go of me,
Tell me where did you hide the brews

In the pines, in the pines
Where the drugs always shine
I'll chiba the all night through

oh my god,
where did I leave my sense?

Pai... voltas?
apenas o tempo de um olhar Teu chega...

W.wine

"Wilder Wein - vor deinem Schloss
Wilder Wein - ich bin bereit
man meldet Ankunft - nur für den König
Gott steh mir bei - und öffne deine Tore
Wilder Wein - und ganz langsam
Wilder Wein - so warm und feucht

Wilder Wein - vor deinem Schoss
Wilder Wein - es steht geschrieben
Tief im Wasser - kreuzt man nicht
Doch meine Lust - verlacht die Flügel
Wilder Wein - wie eine Taube
Wilder Wein - so nass und heiß

Wilder Wein - vor diesem Dunkel
Wilder Wein - von Licht geheilt
Es bleibt verborgen - sonst könnten wir uns wehren
Ich warte auf dich - am Ende der Nacht
Wilder Wein - nur eine Traube
Wilder Wein - und bitter wie Schnee

Ich warte auf dich - am Ende der Nacht " wilder wein | rammstein

wild wine - and bitter like snow
I wait for you - at the end of the night

help: kein Heroin | kein Alkohol, kein Nikotin | benZIN

Os Doze Passos:

1. Admitimos que éramos impotentes perante o álcool – que tínhamos perdido o domínio sobre nossas vidas.
2. Viemos a acreditar que um Poder superior a nós mesmos poderia devolver-nos à sanidade.
3. Decidimos entregar nossa vontade e nossa vida aos cuidados de Deus, na forma em que O concebíamos.
4. Fizemos minucioso e destemido inventário moral de nós mesmos.
5. Admitimos perante Deus, perante nós mesmos e perante outro ser humano, a natureza exata de nossas falhas.
6. Prontificamo-nos inteiramente a deixar que Deus removesse todos esses defeitos de caráter.
7. Humildemente rogamos a Ele que nos livrasse de nossas imperfeições.
8. Fizemos uma relação de todas as pessoas que tínhamos prejudicado e nos dispusemos a reparar os danos a elas causados.
9. Fizemos reparações directas dos danos causados a tais pessoas, sempre que possível, salvo quando fazê-lo significasse prejudicá-las ou a outrem.
10. Continuamos fazendo o inventário pessoal e, quando estávamos errados, nós o admitíamos prontamente.
11. Procuramos, através da prece e da meditação, melhorar nosso contacto consciente com Deus, na forma em que O concebíamos, rogando apenas o conhecimento de Sua vontade em relação a nós, e forças para realizar essa vontade.
12. Tendo experimentado um despertar espiritual, graças a esses Passos, procuramos transmitir essa mensagem aos alcoólicos e praticar esses princípios em todas as nossas actividades.

Amen!
:triple whisky... straight please!










PS: Não aplicável a portadores de BI nr. 12578934.

noites longas e acordares perfeitos |

Acontecem por acaso e sem grandes planos e terminam no meu Porto de Abrigo.

E sabem bem, imensamente bem.

Passam por palavras de mentes fritadas ao redor de uma mesa que apenas possui um cinzeiro como decoração. Pedaços recortados de histórias sentidas e vividas, opiniões e gargalhadas espontâneas de quem já nem já há muito devia estar ligado às máquinas, são vidas nocturnas.
São palavras de Amigos.

E tão boas.
Palavras vividas.
Vidas sentidas.

Acordares perfeitos.

On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone

And on my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone, alone

And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things that I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone, alone "" by audioslave | like a stone

life... not forgiven|

"There are things
I have done
There's a place
I have gone
There's a beast
And I let it run
Now it's running . . .
My way

There are things
I regret
To can't forgive
You can't forget
There's a gift
That you sent
You sent it . . .
My way

So take this night
Wrap it around me like a sheet
I know I'm not forgiven
But I need a place to sleep
So take this night
And lay me down on the street
I know I'm not forgiven
But I hope that I'll be given . . .
Some peace

There's a game
That I play
There are rules
I had to break
There's mistakes
That I made
But I made them . . .
My way

So take this night
Wrap it around me like a sheet
I know I'm not forgiven
But I need a place to sleep
So take this night
And lay me down on the street
I know I'm not forgiven
But I hope that I'll be given . . .
Some peace . . .
Some peace . . .
Some peace "" by black lab

...músicas que vêm ter contigo e te
arrebatam pela sua veracidade.

...process of asking life for apollogies and meaning them.

escárnio.

Pergunto-me quem precisará de comer
depois de fumar o nome tão requintado destes ingredientes..?

Afinal colocar os ingredientes do tabaco e outras mensagens que de tão verdadeiras se tornaram quotidianas e por isso sem impacto apenas me fazem pensar que era tão bom no tempo em que se podiam ver os logos das tabaqueiras em maços tão bonitos (alguns verdadeiras obras de arte).

Agora está tudo conspurcado por letras a preto e branco,
que falta de cor senhores políticos.

Ah...! É verdade vocês também não têm cor,
já é uma mescla tão grande que é tipo o
arco-íris quando giramos
as suas cores numa roda, dá apenas branco.

O branco que serve de fundo a letras pretas
corriqueiras e de notável desprezo,
tomadas até - por muitas vezes -
como objecto de escárnio e zombaria.

Pobres. E agricultura não?

Pedaços | Ritmos | Letras

Pedaços de verdades que se alojam em pedaços de nós;
ritmos balançados que movem o nosso corpo;
letras que se alojam no cérebro e nos traduzem a realidade.

""
I don't know who you are,
I don't know your name,
But if you want to live,
You better learn the game,
Don't know why you're here,
Ain't seen your face so far,
If you don't want to fail,
You better hide your scars,
Make a poor man cry,
The way you run your life,
Make a poor man laugh,
The way you run your life,

Time you hit the road,
Better be on your way,
Don't scream,
Don't shout,
Three strikes and you be out,
It's a shame I know,
No chance to see the show,
Fear the man, kill the snitch, Just remember Life's a Bitch,

I don't know what you've got,
I don't know your mom,
But if you don't like your life,
Then don't act dumb,
I don't know where you go, And I sure don't care,
If you don't want to starve,
You better get your share,

Make a grown man sick, The way you run your mouth,
Make a grown man shake,
The way you're running out,

Time to hit the skids, Better be on your way,
Don't shout,
Don't scream,
Three strikes and they be mean,
A shame you're right,
No chance to see the fight,
Be a man, fix the glitch, Just remember LIfe's a Bitch,
I don't know what you see,
I don't know the score,
But if you don't like blood,
You better close the door,
I don't know how you think,
Don't want to hear your tale,
And if you talk too much,
You're going to land in jail,

Make a tall man short,
To see you act this way,
Make a short man puke,
The way you waste the day,

Time to go to hell, Better be on your way,
Don't moan,
Don't pout,
Three strikes takes your ass out,
Oh no, bad news, No chance to shine your shoes, Fear the sky, eat the rich, Just remember Life's a Bitch
""
many thanks Lemmy

| palavras para descrever tempos perfeitos é pura perda de tempo | :)

many thanks
to Roberto, David, Sangoku,
Marc and so many other names I can't remember.