Sunrise to Sunset

Days and nights come and go, I watch them passing by
My eyes just remain glazed, my mind is flying high
My soul's frozen in time, can you hear me when I shout?
You're the one who can save me, unlock the door and let me out
I'm waiting here for you, from sunrise to sunset..

No matter how I try, I just can't break the ice
The sun is going down on me, I don't want to pay this price
I'm feeling weaker as I die inside this prison's cell
You're the one who can save me, release me from this hell
I'm burning here for you, from sunrise to sunset...

As I say these words to you, I only hope that you can hear
You see me dying and you don't know, now I'm drowning in my fear
I only want you to know that you're all that matters to me
You're the one who can save me, I'm right here, I hope you see
I will love you forever, from sunrise to sunset...

Fooled Again

You follow one thing that's not real
Life's killing you and you can't feel
Distorted images run through your brain
As you walk into your dream again
You open your eyes and your blood runs cold
You lost your heart, you lost your soul
It hurts, it wounds, it kills, it lies
You were fooled again and I'm not surprised

You run away, think you won't come back
You're still in pain and your mind is still jacked
Time passes by as you fall so deep
You try to hold on but you lose your grip
In vain you look up to the sky
Trying to find whatever made you cry
It laughs, it hates, it kills, it lies
You were fooled again and I'm not surprised

You sit and think and now all is clear
You have found the reason for all your fears
You fell into your sorrow and you almost died
Drowned in the river of tears you cried
You raise your head and you get up again
You realize that crap's not worth the pain
Because it hurts, it hates, it kills, it lies
You found out the truth and I'm not surprised

A Rhyme for Love

I'm feeling trashed and crashing down
'Cause you're not here when I look around
The only way to end my pain
Is having you with me again

Stand by me and make this feeling go away
I want nothing else but to see your smile today
Make the clouds disappear, I need the sun shining bright
You're the one I really need and my only guiding light

Now that you're inside my heart
I don't want to let you go
Let me keep you with me forever
Just to see your starlight glow

O Tejo é mais Belo

O Tejo é mais belo que o rio que corre pela minha aldeia, Mas o Tejo não é mais belo que o rio que corre pela minha aldeia Porque o Tejo não é o rio que corre pela minha aldeia. O Tejo tem grandes navios E navega nele ainda, Para aqueles que vêem em tudo o que lá não está, A memória das naus. O Tejo desce de Espanha E o Tejo entra no mar em Portugal. Toda a gente sabe isso. Mas poucos sabem qual é o rio da minha aldeia E para onde ele vai E donde ele vem. E por isso porque pertence a menos gente, É mais livre e maior o rio da minha aldeia. Pelo Tejo vai-se para o Mundo. Para além do Tejo há a América E a fortuna daqueles que a encontram. Ninguém nunca pensou no que há para além Do rio da minha aldeia. O rio da minha aldeia não faz pensar em nada. Quem está ao pé dele está só ao pé dele.

Too lazy for a fucking title...

... And for a fucking post too.

Turn On Your Light (Judas Priest)

Why do I have to wait so long
Before you come into my life again
Seems as though forever until
I can be here by your side till then

I think you feel the same way too
You know you make my dreams come true
If you'll just turn on your light
Let me see it shining through the night

When I'm far away from here
I'll hold all the memories so clear
If I only have the choice
I would stay so let me hear your voice

I think you feel the same way too
You know you make my dreams come true
If you'll just turn on your light
Let me see it shining through the night

Tristes

Durante 5 dias úteis vocês são o pau mandado de alguém que voz diz o que fazer e a quem vocês lambem as botas como se não houvesse amanhã. No fim do dia, chegam a casa, fecham as cortinas, escondem-se por trás da vossa mobília do IKEA para não verem o mundo cruel que vos rodeia e fingem que nada aconteceu. Batem punhetas enquanto vêm os Ídolos ou as novelas da TVI como forma de se refugiarem da vossa triste vida e fingirem que são felizes. Por dentro sabem que não o são, então descarregam a vossa infelicidade nos demais. Mandam bocas, falam mal nas costas. E pessoas como eu acabam por ser "vitimas". Já percebi, vocês não gostam de pessoas como eu. E porquê? Porque nós somos livres... livres de todas as maneiras que vocês não são. Posso ser tudo o que vocês dizem, mas ao menos não sou como vocês, mesquinhos e filhos da puta. Não ando todo o dia com um pau enfiado no cu com pessoas a dizer-me o que fazer. Tudo depende da maneira como a vida é perspectivada por nós. Tristes de merda.

E com este desabafo concluo o meu post nº 100, com um agradecimento a que todos me apoiaram desde o início dele.

A Boy Named Sue

Well my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

Os Ventos de Mudança

No meio da rua, com as mãos nos bolsos, contemplo o que se encontra à minha volta. Tento sentir tudo, até o mais pequeno pormenor. Fecho os olhos. Ouço o barulho dos pneus dos carros a andarem pelo asfalto, as buzinas, as vozes de dezenas de pessoas, todas misturadas. Sinto as pingas de chuva a baterem-me no pescoço e o vento a bater na minha cara e a despentear-me o cabelo. O vento frio e desconfortável. Há muito tempo que me sinto incomodado por este vento. Num rápido flash, tenho uma percepção da minha vida. Existem coisas que têm de ser mudadas com o tempo. Apesar de muita coisa já ter mudado, apesar da minha garra e determinação que antes me caracterizavam terem voltado e apesar de ter deixado para trás muitas coisas que só me prejudicavam a vida, sinto que ainda há algumas mudanças a ser feitas. Nessas mudanças eu não posso interferir, senão já o teria feito, com certeza. Só há uma existência (ainda que abstracta) que pode fazer essas mudanças acontecer: o tempo. E com o tempo, algumas coisas irão mudar... para melhor. Os ventos de mudança vão começar a soprar.

Symptoms

1 - You sweat like a motherfuckin' animal
2 - You shake like it was the coldest day on earth
3 - Your heart's confused
4 - Your mind's fucked up
5 - You dream a lot...

Yeah, just keep dreamin'...