18.1.12

Submit Your Words [here]


i'm looking for words
i've got no special criteria,
just words
any assortment of words will do
it could be a love letter
or a shampoo flask label
anything from postcards
to christian leaflets
or warrants or junk mail
i'm looking for words
to explain in little detail
it could be a manual
for your new dvd player
or "stay away"-like sign
anything, really, it's fine
i want words from books
and signs offering fruits
or adverts of free porn
or instructions to
how to proceed when
you catch yourself
inside a storm
it must be there,
there, somewhere
and before you leave
your submissions
i guess i must tell you
what it is all for
i've got this thing, you see
i don't know exactly how to explain
i wish i could give it a name
but i can tell you what it does
it keeps me warm in the cold
and fresh on the heat
it fills my heart with the most
variety of feels and thrills
it makes me think of her
it makes me dream of her
it makes the days go fast
it makes the nights last
it makes it all better or worse
or more intense or more close
to something that is...
uh... how can i explain...
if i could only give it a name
it can't be HER name because
it would make it all too confuse
and too particular and everybody
should sooner or later feel it
and, well, felling isn't yet the right word
if i only could explain
or at least give it a name...

17.1.12

Each Town Plays a Tune


i want it dubious and devious,
at the edge of of the euphoria
falling into delusion
i want it broken and mended
knees swollen and bend
it's the only way to feel the ground
when you are face to face on it
ass to the moon, drowning
in blurred thoughts
as the blood runs down to your head
i want it to be absurd and true
to hit them all in the guts
a hypnotic mixture of fear and curiosity
i despise beauty, it makes my soul drunk
i'm sick of what is nice and easy and smooth
i want it coming like a train
when you are homeless and fast asleep
beneath the bridge
the cuts and bruises and headaches
of the car crash
it wakes you up, it takes you out
it drives you mad, it grabs your throat
it's a slap, a punch across the face
it's the shock of the first breath
i want a baptism off the cliff
into the river
i want salt on open wounds
it's not pain
pain is what you feel afterwards
it's the goose bump
the cold snakes on your spine
the experience of the thunder
falling on your rooftop
the kiss from the brass knuckle
the interrupted coitus
the heart-skip at the dreadful new
i want the wake up call:
"play me, i'm yours"

5.1.12

Preguiça


Posso estar do lado errado
nunca me sentir por dentro
mas quero ficar perto de voce
meu bem, vai ser um charme viver
a vida de alguem como nos dois

Pode ate chover de tarde
pode chover o dia inteiro
e o vento derrubar o varal
pequena a gente nao esquenta
e fica em casa de pijama

Se a gente nao sair de casa
a gente nao morre de tedio
eu conto uma piada pra voce
neo e que vai ter graca mesmo
a gente ri sem ter motivo

31.12.11

Old Year's Tomorrow



New year didn't arrive
for the men on the groceries shop
and today's just a day off
there are hangover tabs by the bed
burst condom shells
and no water at all

New year never came
anymore, since i was 12
it's always been a loop
of mishaps and bad faces
and i was trying to kill
my parents with my grades

New year was again
some kind of calendar skip
it was december 31st
and when i woke up january 2nd
just like the last time i tried
to remember some funny promises

I made myself great plans
to be a better boy, instead
i just became another man
just like all the 3-day bearded men
my parents warned me about
god bless! i am one of them

New year never gave me time
it just stole a year off my life
i lived a whole year believing
next year would bring a new light
but hold on! what's the point
on christmas-treeing the same old facts

How come there's an eve for a whole year
and i'm barely expected
to show up on my own funeral
how presumptuous are we
to retire a year every year
do we ever pay them rights?

But new year's come to be gone
before the old year's freed us
from the clutch of some decisions
we mindedlessly made
and i hear somebody get shot
it's the old year, it's gone

And new year will never come
and i am just too lazy
to get up and go for it
i've got to play tonight all-night
and tomorow when i get up
where's my year come or gone?

24.12.11

Another Talk Upon 4th Street


when i see all light and let me try one more time and harder!
let me try it now when i see across the gates of silky glass, and windows are not but a poor attempt to eyes

i hear in my head the marching band
one hundred men singing and singing again
that every single one of them only want everybody
to get stoned

when i look and see around me
so much life there is
laying around to be kissed into life
like a cloud kisses the sky and suddenly
it loves rain

ain't it just like a child being asked to be born in your arms
if there's any kind of god i do believe this god is but
a child laying in arms helplessly asking to be born

tell me now ain't it a kind of god the one who plays
the Ravel's Bolero at 78 rpm
the same who plays the dust so gracefully placed
upon all the monuments of human's attempt to surpass death
so helplessly and careless
can it be a creature of such power to play all the notes i hear
on the breeze and gusts of the wind
on the doors banging and hands clapping
and feet stepping and silence silenting
when you believe late in the night
it is not a sound that you hear, is the image in the mirror
that wants to tell  man, your mind is not here!

so what do you want when you look for me, sweet  marie!
what do you want, love, from me if all i ever have to give
i've been giving to you for so long you already managed to forget
how it is!

i see a man flying on the back of words
riding them just like they were
the simpliest ever joke
there could be

and all wait for you sweet marie! 
to come in red and white and show us all how we wanna be!
and where am i now! where am i brother!
if not on the sweet arms of a red haired french woman
that lulabbies me into life
like life can be given by the word
and i lay sweetly and nice in her arms and i smell her scent
and it is of chestnut and cinamon and all the sweet things
that my mind can come up with: life
and sound and velocity and


three days later i'm found here, stuck inside myself
with the whole mobile across my mind!



to imagine for once i had all this words beneath my tongue
but the bricks from that so powerful gray wall
they all fell from above  and cut me off communications
with the sea and the stars and my mother night!
but here i am! freed again! and i don't hold bad word against you now!
you can come and sit down i am your friend
and you gotta help me now
it's not like i wanna be on the winning side
but you must believe in me one more time
and i won't let you down
like a little girl waiting for her lover
on a cafe on 4th street.
i'm here, you're here, we're all gonna make it!

if just by one time you could stand inside my shoes
you don't know how glad i am to see you

and i can take it like the greatest woman
but i'll break it like the smalest girl
who among any of us wanted to be here anyway!

19.12.11

A Christmas Horror Show


Christmas is a time that leaves nobody alone. You can be an asshole all year long, but at christmas time you have to be nice and cool and gentle with everybody. You HAVE to even if you don't want to. It's a time that does not accept honesty, except if you honestly think it's best to just go with the flow to avoid fights with family and friends. Ah, and of course the presents. A berserking outrage of socks, agendas for the next year that most of us don't use, clothes, toys, dinners out videogames and all sorts of shitty cheesy christmas cards that have even sound systems in-built, playing the old "fa-la-la-la" and "silent nights" and all. Since i'm talking about tunes: Christmas choirs! That heinous flamboyant little singing-crappy-tunes-for-charity groups of people without imagination to create fucking new tunes. Ah, and of course, if you're a busker in christmas, you're screwed. Even if you manage to find yourself a spot available and free from the echoing harassment of the christmas choirs, every now and then somebody will ask you to play a christmas tune. And Wonderwall. Year after year, a celebration of consumerism, hypocrisy, and christian lies. Did i ever mention that although we celebrate in christmas the "birthday" of a guy whose words are mostly misinterpreted or overlooked for our own convenience, and whose death is excuse to our own little mean and selfish day-to-day attitudes, this day isn't even a true christian date? How come nobody ever considered, if we count the calendar from Jesus' birthday, why do we celebrate it at the end of the year? Because it's a lie you morons! Christmas is a "pagan" celebration inherited by christianity to convert other cultures. Where do you think santa claus came from? I never heard of him in the bible! Or the bunny! Or the elves and reindeers. Wait! Did i mention "elves"? Oh wow shit is getting serious now! You want me to believe that once a year a guy travels all over the world in ONE night, gives presents to all good kids, have milk and cookies, and all of it apart from the fact he breaks into houses through chimneys? And he's got elf-slaves to produce the toys? I thought they were all made in china! So Santa is a big judgemental ass-hole, enslaving about a billion Chinese people to make toys to the rich kids. Because wait, i never heard of poor kids getting visits from him. Are you gonna tell me he's a bleeding democrat too? You know I'd be a lot happier by this time of the year if instead of compulsorily getting together for a phony celebration ONCE a year, we all were honestly nice and cool and considering to other beings all year long, and just because. Not because somebody is gonna judge upon your deeds to give you a piece of plastic as a little trophy for being a "well behaving law abiding no-trouble maker". And by the way, Happy Winter's Solstice and may Spring announce a shiny and intense and colourful Summer and may the Fall propitiate the renewal of your own life for next Winter, witch is a good time to save your energies and re-balance your life. In fact, a Happy Whole Life, to all of us, and may we have plenty of opportunities to sit around the table, TV off, Internet off, and contemplate how wonderful all our friends and family are every day.

30.11.11

Cacos de Vidro


Era como se um caco de vidro tivesse se alojado no meu peito
Um estilhaço, um pedaço do seu mau-jeito, havia tempo
No início só havia medo até o dia que eu quis acordar cedo
Madruguei no escuro do quarto vazio

Funciona assim: você sempre foge
Mas ainda é parte de mim
Na roda da fortuna faço tantas apostas falidas
Que te espero em vão mergulhado num mar de esperanças perdidas

Conto o tempo nos ponteiros do relógio, no fundo da pia
Nos faróis vermelhos, nas rodas do dia
Nos maços de cigarro, nos amaços da desalegria
E uma onda vem de fora a fora num arrastão de nostalgia

Se eu fosse uma estrela, você era firmamento
Se eu fosse chão de barro, você era de cimento
Se eu fosse evaporado, você era caloria
Se eu fosse turbilhão, você era calmaria

Você sempre foi oposta à minha forma pensamento
Eu rolava como pedra e você vinha como vento
E dançava nessa valsa de canções e de silêncios
Se eu fosse como água, você era rompimento

Eu sonhava
Eu sonhava
Eu sonhava
Eu sonhava

Quando em olhos me fechava
Com você eu sonhava

Eu sonhava
Que voava
Que voava
Que voava

Eu sonhava que voava
Mas em cacos de vidro eu pisava

23.11.11

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21.11.11

Waiting On Some God


I'm not waiting on some god
to save my soul before
i even try to fix my life

So i wouldn't have to think about
my sins or people i have hurt

So i wouldn't have to think about
my sins or people i have hurt

I've been rejecting love
i  saved up so much love to give
i had got no more room to spare

Will you concede me redemption
if i give up my heart

Will you think is desperation
as try to keep my head
above the water...

When the keys the siren sings in
don't open any doors
no life echoes among the stars

Imagine there could be a note so low
to hit the down in my soul

And reverberate the rock
my gambler's heart has once become

No, don't you ever mind
it took me a while to figure
eventually you'll find out

Won't you take my hand
and walk me down the road

To the ice-cream parlour
where we're gonna watch as life goes by

Do you think there is some god
to fix the world we broke apart?


Do you think there is some god
to fix the world we broke apart?

If YOU can't tell
then i don't know