sábado, fevereiro 09, 2008

In Bed

as the sun rouse up into the sky
and all i could hear was bird’s song
and the agony tones of radio on
i knew something was wrong

and as i lay and try to remember
with tightly closed eyes
i felt soft warm fingers trace a course
from the small of my back to the inside thigh

bight your lip, pretend you’re asleep
and hold your breast and count to ten
and when you open you eyes just hope
you’re back in bed with your girlfriend again

i recall a bottle of vodka and the best of my friends
and a strange party piece with a Swiss army knife
with me and your girlfriend
or is she your wife

i know my bedroom’s white
and this one’s green
with posters of bands i hate

With Your

and as i’m with the petunia
and i know is not me
an error of hell and decaf tea
and as a breast or two squash into my back
a rambling of your clothes over

and it smack’s me in the mouth
just what this is all about
i’m… in bed with your best friend

i’ve never done this sort of thing before
and i swear i was drunk
then i can’t believe the deeps
to witch i swam

now i know it’s been hard
and i know i’ve been weak
but with your job in the billed
well, you can’t blame me

it’s just one of those things
we’ll see it thru
from this second answers
me and you

Best Friend

and as the chirrups of cocks insult my in’s
a rambling hand takes over
and i come to play murder in the scene of the crime
but the gilt and the victim weight heavy on my mind

perhaps a simple diversion
a lip and i’m gone
dingy it heaver happened
is the truck she’s on

and i can’t see my clothes
anyway, they’re probably lien in the stairs
and down thru the hallway

as i turned to confront her
to tell her the truth
those eyes, that mouth
those shoulders, those shoulders

i’m in bed with your best friend
i’m in bed with your best friend
i’m in…

At Swim Two Birds /// Atonement /// *

quarta-feira, fevereiro 06, 2008

Song To

long afloat on
shipless oceans
i did all my best
to smile
'til your singing
eyes and fingers
drew me loving
to your isle

.
and you sang
sail to me
let me enfold you
here i am
waiting to hold you

The Siren

did i dream you dreamed about me?
were you hare when i was fox?
now my foolish boat is leaning
broken lovelorn on your rocks
for you sing
touch me not
come back tomorrow
o my heart
shies from the sorrow

i am puzzled as the newborn child
i am troubled at the tide
should i stand amid the breakers?
should i lie with death my bride?
hear me sing
swim to me
let me enfold you
here i am
waiting to hold you

Tim Buckley

terça-feira, fevereiro 05, 2008

A Sister

two sisters sighed
sais we might as well be lovers
were so close
just like blood brothers

and the horse guard died
i lost all power
she said to me
dis you come down in the shower

their mother cried
her religion was faultless
thought obeyed
she remained unaware of this
and the horse guard...

what am i to do
for a sister like you

two sisters cried
for their missing brother
who was found cold but alive
no longer their lover

Like You

things to do before i die:

tell my daughters i love them several times a day
find don a new wife who the girls like
record birthday messages for the girls for every year until they’re 18
go to whalebay beach together and have a big picnic
smoke and drink as much as i want
say what i’m thinking
make love to other men to see what it is like
make someone fall in love whith me
go and see dad in jail
get some false nails
(and do something with my hair)

"mi vida sin mí (my life without me)" movie

The Auteurs /// Mi Vida Sin Mí /// *

segunda-feira, fevereiro 04, 2008

Ladies & Gentlemen...

LAURA MARLING

New

i know i said i love you
but i'm thinking i was wrong
i'm the first to admit that
i'm still pretty young
and i never meant to hurt you
when i wrote you 10 love songs

that guy that i could never get
'cause his girlfriend was pretty fit
and everyone who knew her loved her so
well i made you leave her for me
and now i'm feeling pretty mean
but my mind has fucked me over
more times than any man could ever know

maybe i should give up, give in
give up trying to be thin
give up and turn into my mother
god knows i love her

and i'm sorry to which ever man
should meet my sorry state
watch my steady lonesome gait and be aware
i would never love a man
'cause love and pain go hand in hand
and i can't do it, again

Romantic

so we stayed up late one night
to try and get our problems right
but i couldn't get into his head
just what was going through my mind
and i think he knew where i was going
cause he put ryan adams on
cause i think he thinks it makes me weak
but it only ever makes me strong
ive got this friend who sounds just like him
now he's the man i'd leave you for
the man that i just adore like you
the same man he turns to me
he said "i got to tell you how i feel
if god could make the perfect girl
for me it would be you
and my god told me not to tell her
but how much do you love your fella?"
i don't know more everyday
not in this new romantic way

i'll always be your first love
you'll always be my first love

and i'm sorry to which ever man
should meet my sorry state
watch my steady lonesome gait, and be aware
i will never love a man
cause i could never hurt a man in this way
i will never love a man
cause i could never hurt a man
not in this new romantic way

Laura Marling

Laura Marling

My Manic

he wants to die in a lake in geneva
the mountains can cover the shape of his nose
he wants to die where nobody can see him
but the beauty of his death will carry on so
i dont believe him

he greets me with kisses when good days decieve him
and sometimes with scorn and sometimes i believe him
and sometimes i'm convinced my friends think i am crazy
get scared and call him but he's usually hazy

by one in the morning day is not ended
by two he is scared that sleep is no friend
and by four he will drink but cannot feel it
sleep will not come because sleep does not will it
and i dont believe him
morning is mocking me

ill wander the streets avoiding them eats
until the ring on my finger slips to the ground
a gift to the gutter, gift to the city
the veins of which have broken me down
and i dont believe him
morning is mocking me

And I

oh the gods that he believes never fail to amaze me
he believes in the love of his god of all things
but i find him wrapped up in all manner of sins
the drugs that decieve him and the girls that believe him
I cant control you i don't know you well
these are the reasons i think that you're ill
i can't control you i dont know you well
these are the reasons i think that you're ill

and since last have we parted and last that i saw him
and down by a river silent and hardened
morning was mocking us
blood hit the sky
i was just happy my manic and i
he couldn't see me the sun was in his eyes
and birds were singing to calm us down
And birds were singing to calm us down

and i'm sorry young man
i cannot be your friend
i don't believe in a fairytale end
i dont keep my head up all of the time
i find it dull when my heart beats my mind
and i hardly know you i think i can tell
these are the reasons i think that we're ill
i hardly know you i think i can tell
these are the reasons i think that i'm ill
and the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me
the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me
and as my happy man, my manic and i
have no plans to move on
the birds are singing to calm us down
and birds are singing to calm us down

Laura Marling

domingo, fevereiro 03, 2008

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i follow the night
can't stand the light
when will i begin
to live again?

one day i'll fly away
leave all this to yesterday
what more could your love do for me?
when will love be through with me?

why live life from dream to dream?
and dread the day when dreaming ends

one day i'll fly away
leave all this to yesterday
why live life from dream to dream?
and dread the day when dreaming ends

one day i'll fly away
fly, fly away

Always ! MyFlyAway !