Hibernating time:
cause I want.
stopbutton(m)pressedblack.
April 21, 2008
April 20, 2008
aGRESSIV.dolche.vita
we are aGRESSIV and we are all!
it has been a pleasure to meet everyone. the gig was amazing, and the experiences unforgettable!
we thank every and each one, truly!
we'll be back for sure!
you keep us alive!
you keep us alive!
many thanks for each aplause, it's the best payment ever,
no words.
Special thanks: Pedrinhas, Soninha, Gersinho, Beiças, Couto,
Victor, Solipeople, Primos & friends and Pressure guys.
And for you Mr. Finghers, Henryhendrix & Charles Manson: love&manyrespect guys! let's rock!
no words.
Special thanks: Pedrinhas, Soninha, Gersinho, Beiças, Couto,
Victor, Solipeople, Primos & friends and Pressure guys.
And for you Mr. Finghers, Henryhendrix & Charles Manson: love&manyrespect guys! let's rock!
April 19, 2008
timelessness
palavras em inglês...
""
I can’t take anymore
I have no more wings
I can’t take anymore
The gates of heaven sealed
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you fear me
Of never coming back
Do you know what it’s like
When heaven’s hung in black
I can’t take anymore
Our walls are black and bleed
I can’t take anymore
No rooms here for your screams
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you fear me
Of never coming back
Oh, no more tears please
Hanging heaven black
No don’t you leave me to die
Don’t you leave me to die
Don’t you leave me to die
No don’t you leave me to die
And you’ll know what it’s like
The wailing wall of sighs
Hanging heaven black
And you’ll know what it’s like
When paradise is blind
When heaven’s hung in black
Time – How can you say
That I’ve no time
Am I blind – now you say that
Heaven’s blind, yeah
Across the bridge of sighs, blind, time, time
Oh lord, don’t you leave me to die
No, don’t you leave me to die
Don’t you leave me to die
No lord, don’t you leave me to die
And you’ll know what it’s like
The wailing wall of sighs
Hanging heaven black
And you’ll know what it’s like
When paradise is blind
Painting heaven black
Across the bridge of sighs
Your losing heaven’s light
Heavens hung in black "" by W.A.S.P
""
I can’t take anymore
I have no more wings
I can’t take anymore
The gates of heaven sealed
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you fear me
Of never coming back
Do you know what it’s like
When heaven’s hung in black
I can’t take anymore
Our walls are black and bleed
I can’t take anymore
No rooms here for your screams
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you fear me
Of never coming back
Oh, no more tears please
Hanging heaven black
No don’t you leave me to die
Don’t you leave me to die
Don’t you leave me to die
No don’t you leave me to die
And you’ll know what it’s like
The wailing wall of sighs
Hanging heaven black
And you’ll know what it’s like
When paradise is blind
When heaven’s hung in black
Time – How can you say
That I’ve no time
Am I blind – now you say that
Heaven’s blind, yeah
Across the bridge of sighs, blind, time, time
Oh lord, don’t you leave me to die
No, don’t you leave me to die
Don’t you leave me to die
No lord, don’t you leave me to die
And you’ll know what it’s like
The wailing wall of sighs
Hanging heaven black
And you’ll know what it’s like
When paradise is blind
Painting heaven black
Across the bridge of sighs
Your losing heaven’s light
Heavens hung in black "" by W.A.S.P
April 17, 2008
ink_
Origens perdidas nos tempos. Escurecidas pelo amanhecer de um dia apocalíptico. Apagadas pelas areias que voam num turbilhão incansável trazidas por ventos ciclónicos. memórias. passados. passado. memória.
Movimentos bruscos de corpos perdidos. Corpos divagantes. Corpos deambulatórios. Corpos sombra. Sombreados momentos. esquecidos. irrecuperáveis.
Ink que cobre corpos. Ink que cobre um corpo no qual não desejei nascer, no qual não desejo estar, mas que me comporta. esqueço. perco. lembro. morro. O eu próprio.
Marcas perdidas pelo tempo, cravadas como de pregos enferrujados se tratassem. memórias retorcidas. memórias pequenas. memórias. memória.
Movimentos bruscos de corpos perdidos. Corpos divagantes. Corpos deambulatórios. Corpos sombra. Sombreados momentos. esquecidos. irrecuperáveis.
Ink que cobre corpos. Ink que cobre um corpo no qual não desejei nascer, no qual não desejo estar, mas que me comporta. esqueço. perco. lembro. morro. O eu próprio.
Marcas perdidas pelo tempo, cravadas como de pregos enferrujados se tratassem. memórias retorcidas. memórias pequenas. memórias. memória.
Textos formatados para serem correctamente legíveis. Socialmente aceites.
orh11h7p
Leituras mais ou menos intelectuais que nos trazem mais dúvidas que certezas; sendo assim a preferência irá para um pequeno almoço abaixo descrito:
1 cerveja de lata SuperboCk 500ml;
5 cigarros Marlboro Soft;
Isqueiro q.b.;
Banco de uma paragem de autocarro qualquer;
MP3 da pinta;
Telemóvel a condizer.
5 cigarros Marlboro Soft;
Isqueiro q.b.;
Banco de uma paragem de autocarro qualquer;
MP3 da pinta;
Telemóvel a condizer.
"15 clicks and it's time to say bye!"
"I'll never gonna work another day in my live!"
April 11, 2008
palavras | sem sentido
E o papel não conduz electricidade... Nem os finos fios ajudam... As canas de salgueiro, já secas e mais leves, também não fazem o trabalho de um condutor eléctrico.
É completamente inútil lutar para ser electrocutado pelo menos, e voar já não é uma opção.
Aqui jaz o papagaio, na espera de um dia poder cair no chão e por lá repousar até que não sobre dele nem a memória das suas, outrora, vivas cores.
Sonha papagaio, sonha! - diz quem passa.
Deixem-me repousar nesta minha primeira sepultura pelo menos... Esqueçam que estou aqui em preso... Não se lembrem que um dia voei... Apaguem as minhas cores dos vossos olhos... Habituem-se a me ignorar... - suplica o pobre papagaio.
É completamente inútil lutar para ser electrocutado pelo menos, e voar já não é uma opção.
Aqui jaz o papagaio, na espera de um dia poder cair no chão e por lá repousar até que não sobre dele nem a memória das suas, outrora, vivas cores.
Sonha papagaio, sonha! - diz quem passa.
Deixem-me repousar nesta minha primeira sepultura pelo menos... Esqueçam que estou aqui em preso... Não se lembrem que um dia voei... Apaguem as minhas cores dos vossos olhos... Habituem-se a me ignorar... - suplica o pobre papagaio.
April 10, 2008
Ist nur eine schmale Brucke
Die Ufer sind Vernunft und Trieb
Ich steig Dir nach
Das Sonnenlicht den Geist verwirrt
Ein blindes Kind das vorwarts kriecht
Weil es seine Mutter riecht
Die Spur ist frisch und auf die Brucke
Tropft dein Schweiss Dein warmes Blut
Ich seh Dich nicht
Ich riech Dich nur Ich spure Dich
Ein Raubtier das vor Hunger schreit
Witter Ich Dich meilenweit
Du riechst so gut
Du riechst so gut
Ich geh Dir hinterher
Du riechst so gut
Ich finde Dich
So gut
Ich steig Dir nach
Du riechst so gut
Gleich hab Ich Dich
Ich warte bis es dunkel ist
Dann fass Ich an die nasse Haut
Verrate Mich nicht
Oh siehst Du nicht die Brucke brennt
Hor auf zu schreien und wehr Dich nicht
Weil Sie sonst auseinander bricht
Du riechst so gut
Du riechst so gut
Ich geh Dir hinterher
Du riechst so gut
Ich finde Dich
So gut
Ich steig Dir nach
Du riechst so gut
Gleich hab Ich Dich" by rammstein
mi vida...
April 8, 2008
April 7, 2008
! exploded
| Keep that thing in your pants
You got nothing for me, no
Your sister knows how to dance
And she might be more my speed, yeah
She moves just like a panther baby, I'll bet you never knew and I say
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode all night
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode
I am a pillar of salt
You'll never be worse than me, no
So get in the fucking car
We got us a world to bleed, yeah
I hold all the combinations to give you peace of mind and I said
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode all night
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode all night
I got all the combinations you know, don't you know I'm always right?
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode
Whisper in my ear
Your own little take on hell
We gotta get one thing clear
Oh, when we go to the citadel
And I could slide right in your moment as long as I was in your skin and I said
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode all night
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode all night
I got all the combinations you know, don't you know I'm always right?
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode, explode, explode, oh |
monstermagnet,manythanks.com
You got nothing for me, no
Your sister knows how to dance
And she might be more my speed, yeah
She moves just like a panther baby, I'll bet you never knew and I say
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode all night
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode
I am a pillar of salt
You'll never be worse than me, no
So get in the fucking car
We got us a world to bleed, yeah
I hold all the combinations to give you peace of mind and I said
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode all night
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode all night
I got all the combinations you know, don't you know I'm always right?
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode
Whisper in my ear
Your own little take on hell
We gotta get one thing clear
Oh, when we go to the citadel
And I could slide right in your moment as long as I was in your skin and I said
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode all night
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode all night
I got all the combinations you know, don't you know I'm always right?
This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode, explode, explode, oh |
monstermagnet,manythanks.com
April 3, 2008
muddy
Muddy Waters, não me parece ser possível dizer muito mais sobre alguém que é retratado apenas pelo nome. Atingir esse feito é para muito poucos escolhidos. Chegar onde ele chegou é para menos ainda!
" She moves me man, honey and I don't see how its done
She moves me man, honey and I don't see how its done
She gotta pocket full of money, little doll don't try to help me though
She move me when she get drunk, then she say I'm not nowhere
She call me a dumbbell, she tells me I'm nothing but a square
She moves me man, honey and I don't see how its done
She got a pocket full of money, the little girl don't try to help me though
(What kinda woman is that?)
She move a crazy man, who say now I'm not so dumb
I take her to a funeral boy, the dead jumped up to run
She look at a deaf and dumb boy, said now I can speak
She shook her finger in a blind man's face, once I was blind but now I see
She moves me man, honey and I don't see how its done
She gotta pocket full of money, the little girl don't try to help me though "
many thanks
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