quinta-feira, 30 de agosto de 2012

"Eu vou ter que me controlar/ se um dia eu quero enriquecer/ Quem vai comprar esse CD sobre uma pessoa só"?

eu bebi
de você
direto do gargalo,
bebi jarros e jarros,
bebi direto do barril...

meu bem, você não sabe
o prazer que você me deu,
a embriaguez que experimentei
não se compara a nenhuma outra...
mas a embriaguez passou
e a ressaca chegou p'ra esta garota...

a cerveja pode ser a melhor
mas a noite acabou...
mais uma manhã chegou
e a minha cabeça dói...
meus olhos mal se abrem
e eu não aguento o mal-estar
mas a ressaca sempre passa 
e essa também vai passar...

aquele gosto incrível
que me levava ao delírio
agora amarga na língua...
mas prefiro suportar a sede
do que aguentar de novo
aquela ressaca infernal...

quarta-feira, 15 de agosto de 2012

tim minchin, seu maldito.

é, estou xingando o tim minchin mesmo. quem manda ele escrever a música mais realista e linda que eu já ouvi?

You Grew On Me Tim Minchin
You grew on me like a tumour
And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
And now you're in my heart
I should've cut you out back at the start

Now I'm afraid there's no cure for me
No dose of emotional chemotherapy
Can halt my pathetic decline
I should've had you removed back when you were benign

I picked you up like a virus
Like meningo-fucking-coccal meningitis
Now I can't feel my legs
When you're around I can't get out of bed

I've left it too late to risk an operation
I know there's no hope for a clean amputation
The successful removal of you
Would probably kill me too

You grew on me like carcinoma
Crept up on me like untreated glaucoma
Now I find it hard to see
This untreated dose of you has blinded me

I should've consulted my local physician
I'm stuck now forever with this tunnel vision
My periphery is screwed
Wherever I look now, all I see is you

When we first met you seemed fickle and shallow
But my armour was no match for your poison arrow
You are wedged inside my chest
If I tried to take you out now I might bleed to death
I'm feeling short of breath

You grew on me like a tumour
And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
I guess I never knew
How fast a little mole can grow on you


terça-feira, 14 de agosto de 2012

just words...

i want you
blood and flesh
skin and bone...
i want you
all night long,
melt in you...

you smell so good,
your taste is the sweetest,
you're my addiction
and i feel
like i'm dying...
...is it abstinence?

i can't even call
lovemaking when we're one
in the dark
'cause there's no feelings
involved
but desire...
 
i hate the way
you control me
even not knowing
you do it...
...but i love the way
you make me feel alive...

and when i sleep
i deram i'm sinking
deep inside you
discovering a soft
non-extistent
part of you...