Moon, Turn the Tides...Gently Gently Away

John always wanted to see the big tide coming,and so he waited there, tide in tide out, patiently for the tide that would change his life and finally make that poor bastard happy.

Other rivers were having their oh so important tides all over, but it never really mattered to him, as that was the only tide that he wanted to see was right in front of him, that was the one that mesmerized him, made him dream and eventually project about things.

After long waiting the tide came but happiness wasn't together, the tide wasn't willing to go all the way and that broke a bit of young John as he had high hopes for that big turning tide.

But in the end, what has the tide anything to do with it? Tide never asked for such devotion,tide never wanted his love, tide was being tide.

Cheating Heart

John met his girl Mary at University,she was pretty and all,smart and all, caring and all, so it seemed to be a good partner after all.

And so they married just after graduation ,soon had a pretty young boy named George, the family pride.It looked like a truly joyous couple was blooming, a kind that one wishes to be in and all her friends were kind of envious seeing John's perfection as a husband - caring,strong,intense lover and a problem solver, as Mary liked to point out ( specially the 3rd quality).

But Mary and her friend were unaware that oh so perfect Johnny boy lead a bit of a double life of his own.Though his marriage was really above that average of bored people,after all those years he still felt some sort of emptiness, couldn't understand the fact that at the hight of his life, at 27, he was already married for four years.

To try to reanimate himself John decided to create a game with his pub's mates.He waged that he could "hunt any bird" that they pointed to.The girls actually felt for his moves (and his Aston Martin,perhaps) and at that moment, shagging a random 21 year old in the back of his car, he felt as alive as he could, like a true man, unlike his poor old emasculated friends, all married too.

The power of making any knickers dropping at his command was a rush that wouldn't go away, even when all his friends told him to stop and quitted the little game.The money was unimportant, he had plenty,all he cared was his high of the adrenaline of the forbidden combined with the good old endorphine.To get that, he even waved love goodbye.

Happiness is a warm gun

I always wanted that job, now I have it but I'm not happy,

for long saved to buy that car, I've got it, but I'm not happy

fancied that oh so fair woman, I shagged her, but I'm not happy

wanted a bigger place, got it, but I'm not happy,

as buying all those designer clothes I thought I had to have didn't

waited ages to see my team win the League, they won, but I'm not happy

I guess I'll just keep aiming higher until I fail, so I can actually have a socially accepted excuse to be as sad as I am

Outsiders

John had a problem, he thought that people needed him.

He always felt that his presence and caring were essential to some of his friends' lives, that those people would be far worse then they are now without him.

It could be actually true, but to be there for those half a dozen friends he had to give away lots of personal time and obviously, a lot of his peace of mind.

Helping some mates out wasn't bad, the issue was that afterwards he felt really, really confuse, like he was irrelevant to those people lives, getting to know every dirty little secret and trying to sort them could never be enough as John never was to be really engaged in that imaginary door witch only the ones who are truly loved get to enter.

The poor bloke was just an outsider inside someone's mind.

Point Blank

The story of the nameless killer

that strolled down Leiceter Sq.

He came from pitch darkness

and took you to nowhere

Not hurried

taking his time enjoying the prey

In all that silent obscurity , the only noise

was of a faucet, set to be that way

He liked to see those eyes

crying for mercy as tears dropped

as he calmy explained

that no one was to be robbed

And he carried on saying

I'll take you to my cosy,cosy couch

and leave you there to think in your defense

i'm sure you'll say why you shouldn't die

and not why should you live

C'mon boy it's time

(as he drew his gun)

A .44 magnun

vintage weapon, son

Sir you are dying

because you left love away

but your weren't picked

the crowd is all this way

I am not a killer

you are in coma at best

Wandering through the streets

just thinking what to get

D is for decisionmaking

Deciding is quite central in our lives, keeps the drifting thought, the drifting life away.

Problem is that to decide means a change in the status quo surrounding the situation, as change is hard to embrace, many times we'll postpone the execution part of such decision, a quite important bit if I may say.

And as we stretch that not-to-stretch deadline, that Oh so magical window of opportunity, where guilt is at its lowest point is lost and we'll either feel bad for taking that long to act or dread even having made that call in the first place.

Regret thoughts are easy, but when that lazy procrastination causes a problem, a problem that would be unthinkable if your own set of priorities had been obeyed,then chances are that mild insanity will sit on your shoulder, everything is to annoy us, time won't pass, nothing will work until that problem goes away.

And when it goes, we'll all pathetically go there and communicate all of our decision, all too late, all too meaningless,all because we carelessly were dragged into convenience.

Isis

John was sort of spoiled, not an only child but had that first born son status that makes so many man regin over their sisters. Everything he wanted was rapidly handed to him, no sweat needed, with a snap of fingers he was handed food, clothes... One day he decided he wanted an exchange programme.

His mother hesitated for the first time in her life- she wanted her baby close, couldn't bear being an ocean apart from her boy- and tried to demove him from the idea, but as resillient as most spoileds are, he eventually broke his mother and went away for a couple of months.An englishman like him wouldn't study french in France, not because of the froggy bastards, but because the idea of having his mother a eurostar away was rather disturbing, he really wanted to get away from all that pampering.

So he went to Montréal, a friendly and rather cheap place just on the other side of the puddle.When he got there, he was all joy and freedom, it took a couple of hours, arriving at his room, to actually realise the situation- there was no mum to unpack his things- what was he to do?Well, he just left the whole thing packed, just retreiving the essentials.

And he procrastinated a whole lot of things he should have done in his first days, such as purchasing water , soap, bread... after 4 days that boy was trully a mess.Aknowledging all the destruction he made to his room- a complete mess-, to him - a dirty mess- and to his budget - greetings from Starbucks- he grew, not physically, certainly not emotionally, but mentally.

John made his room tidy, bathed properly, shaved, and started to take breakfast home, a cheaper, yet planning needed thing.Far from his mother's grasp, a man was born.

A song for Stanley

You must have messed with my water supply
because I'm not feeling like myself
hope you're not thinking treason
as I let you through my gates

Devotchka you're driving me crazy
with this lollipop in your mouth
to get you next to me
I'd fake my nationality

She said Me love you long time
come here to unwind
in a very malenky way
I will make your day

Even in the space
far from where we came
I'd pass my love to you
Even with a twelve hours delay

I like your contradictions
that whole jungian thing
I'd find you anywhere
even barried into a cave

Love Eagerness

Baby girl you can't hide
get out of your shoebox
I'll teach you how to fly
as long as no-one knock

I'll be very gentle
make it worth your while
give you all the pleasure
to shoot you through the stars

Don't value this condition you have
babe that has no worth
you are missing out big time
in the pretty life of love

I'm high in passion
it's running through my soul
it's the same with you girl
and deep down you know

And you will be coming
I can see it in yor eyes
They're burning with eagerness
burning with desire

Don't value this condition you have
babe that has no worth
you are missing out big time
in the pretty life of love

Chains Blues

I got a woman
actually she got me
the lady ties me down
with her perniocity

To flee this living hell
I'd walk to Tennesse

I've been made so sad
my feelings ramble on
want to get away
but I'm chained down to the stove

Oh, I try to escape
but I have no strenght ,oh no

I see no way out
of this house/dungeon
try to make time pass
but the work is far too long

I let my body die then
she already took the soul

Love you in my Dreams

it's that when I see you
I feel my stomach ache
the ticker goes a thousand miles
and the courage seems to fade

Girl you are so special
the prettiest in the land
and you are so understanding
with toy my issues mend

Love you in my Dreams
Cause I'm too scared and I don't know why
My lips are shut, just want you by
Love you in my Dreams
That's where what I want is real
in my head your love I feel

Wish I had the nerve to tell you
Wanted to hear a "me too"
But just in case of a negative
I'll keep my thoughts from you

Funny how I feel rejected
whitout ever saying a word
been your friend for far too long
I dream of having you close

Love you in my Dreams
Cause I'm too scared and I don't know why
My lips are shut, just want you by
Love you in my Dreams
That's where what I want is real
in my head your love I feel

The Knights who said Niterói

Depois de viagens, carnavais e férias, minha banda está de volta a atividade, bem melhor diga-se de passagem.
Resolvemos jogar tudo o que havíamos feito fora e partir do zero denovo, por favor me digam o que acharam na nossa nova direção.Por favor lembrem que é uma demo.



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Not Homesick Blues

I live away from home
Eventhough I'm in my lair
I don't live anywhere
Don't know where my heart is at

Oh, I just can't take,
this wondring in my head

I'm sad and blues
Miles away from home
I want to get there soon
But Then my soon is gone

Oh, I just can't wait
for when this blues is just far gone

But I trust in life
and she will find a way
To put me in a city
where I like to stay

Where the people are nice
and the ladies like my ways

The wilderness of mind

I'm lost
Everything I do seems senseless
All of my troubles look mendless
And all of my good deeds are wrong
I guess I'm not strong

What I feel is worse then hatred
Cause hate can get you places
But I just stay moving
in the same damn place

It's hard to have the sight
of people that get things their ways
Through life they seem to glide
No need to lift their weights

Things I do are often good
But never good enough
In the last push I lose myself
I want some brain cuffs

I run a lot
have a long routine
I work a lot
always look pristine
But my insides are dead
I can't feel a thing

Run Run Run

I was walking my spare time away
just apreciating the view and the sun
I reached for a square, so I could contemplate things
But the bums took the seats,
couldn't find empathy, wanted to run

The flee wasn't from fear
nothing threatened me,
I just want to get far off
Of the desilusions,the people
Specially from me.

Unlike a deathwish,I'm not depressed
I'm just a mess, splattered all over
wish that someone will pick me
or at least detour, instead of dancing over.

Too old to rock n' roll, Too young to die!

Aging wasn't an option as Wanda sees medicine as a way to perpetuate her youth.

Youth was indeed her hailed word and to seek the grail of looking like 30 she underwent several procedures,stretching her skin all the way, tucking everthing that started to fall in.Wanda started to looks more like plastic than being.

That mad youth obssesion eventually drove her 25 years long marriage to the woods, and she as a single woman, had "no choise" but to undergo a full body liposuction.

The doctor that performed all her prior enhancements,as she liked to call tham,said he wouldn't risk her life over this, he wouldn't operate her for the 3rd time this year,the doctor askerd her to try to have a healty lifestyle to keep what she had well, instead of the constant fixings.Wanda felt offended and left the clinic to search a doctor with the same line of thought as her's.

As finding willing lawyers and doctors ins't really searching for a needle in te haystack,at the same building an other surgeon fell completely well in operating.

Happy as she only gets in the pre-op,Wanda gladly went in the procedure room, but unfortunately her young visage had nothing to do with the rot inside, as the heart couldn't cope with yet another anesthesia and gave away.

Unrest!

Look at your money
he's going astray
running trough the fields
got lost in the hay

That cash will never be seen again
Is now in the Seychelles or Uruguay
Getting a nice tan
Waiting for his old man

To change reality
you don't need a gun
Just tour mind
to vote right and make'em run

You worked really hard
with all dedication
Then you got sacked
due to realocations

Big Man moves to your country
To bring prosperity
But then he goes away
With the profits up his sleeves

We've got to unrest
kill the abuse
this is no test
we have to move

Frase

O que Adão e Marlyn Manson tem em comum?

Ambos retiraram costelas para fazer sexo

What Adam and Marlyn Manson have in common?

They both removed their ribs to have sex

Pode parecer idiotice, mas quando eu pensei nisso, me senti o máximo.Depois eu volto com algo mais interessante

Sites

Hoje eu descobri o http://www.freerice.com/index.php , que visa angariar comida para crianças famintas através de um quiz.O quiz é variado e sempre que acertar , uma doação de 10 grãos de arroz irá para esse programa da FAO.
Em 5 minutinhos eu consegui 1400 grãos, é molezinha e é pela melhor causa

Dreams

I just want to lie in bed and go away
go to the paradise of good dreams
He is a loonie,a fuck up, you might say
But I just don't care,I'm in Morpheus Hands'

To go asleep, there is no counting sheep, I just go off
And my soul isn't there anymore

It's a trip,a high, reminds me of LSD
So I go sleep high to find
the girl of my dreams,you're only there, sweet babe
And there, we're together and free

Because in the reality plan , I just get fucked, over and again
There's no hope, I'm lost just rather love my brain
I get what I want, so why stay awake in the rain?