eu raladinha

E eu ralada que o ano acabe. Começa logo outro no dia a seguir!

The dance of bad angels

What a journey
So hard to describe
Your harbour so small
The ocean so wide
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel
Go wherever she spins
Surrender to this wave that´s rolling in

Homing fingers
Starting to dig
Raising expectations
Lifting the lid
There´s a show going down
Going deeper within
I long to lose myself
Inside yor skin

What a feeling under the stars
My body´s rotating from Venus through Mars
There´s a war going on
Between my head and my heart
I wonder how they grew
So far apart

I´m so shaken, about to explode
The myth of kissing princes
Is they turn into toads
There´s a war going on
Between the sun and the moon
Before they come to terms we´ll be consumed

Oh my god , please take me now
I´m ready for ascension
If i only knew how
Give me wings, give me wings
Now i´m stuck on the ground
Receive this blood and bones
I´m homeward bound

See the statue growing wings
This singer was a virgin
Until he conceived
God is love, God is love
And her lover i´ll be
I long to leave the worls in ecstacy

Dance with me around this fire
The dance of bad angels who´d love to fly higher
God is love, God is love
And her lover i´ll be
long to lead the world in ecstacy

Booth and the Bad Angel "The dance of Bad Angels"


Dance it, madly!

Pai Natal dependurado

O Pai Natal não costumava vir pela chaminé, ou sou eu que já sou antiga? Só o vejo agora dependurado em qualquer varadinha que se preze... Já há poucas chaminés? Que venha por cabo, bata á porta, whatever, agora pendurado na janela? bhaaaaaaa (e reparando bem ...está cada vez mais magro...bhaaaaa)

Purple than midnight

 

Impossibilidade

Entre outras impossibilidades, descobri que as pessoas não se entendem por palavras e que as palavras às vezes até fazem falta ou, pelo menos, podem ser muito bonitas.

Já tinha dado conta que muitas vezes ninguém percebia metade do que eu dizia, mas achava muito normal. Agora vejo também que raras vezes o que me dizem é para eu perceber, que as palavras não correspondem com aquilo que me querem dizer.

Pode ser que a semântica em certos casos até nem interesse nada (sempre achei que era esse o caso).

Música festiva

Burn

Don´t look, don´t look
The shadows breathe
whispering me away from you
don´t wake at night to watch her sleep
you know that you will always see
this trembling, adored, toussled, bird-mad girl

every night i burn
every night i call you name
every night i burn
every night i fall again

don´t talk of love´cause shadows blur
murmuring me away from you
don´t talk of worlds that never were
the end is always ever true
there´s nothing you can ever say
nothing you can ever do

still every night i burn
every night i scream your name
every night i burn
every night the dream´s the same
every night i burn
waiting for my only friend
every night i burn
waiting for the world to end

just paint your face and shadow smile
slipping me away from you
oh it doesn´t matter how you hide
find you if we´re waiting to
so slide back dow and close your eyes
sleep a while-you must be tired

when every night i burn
every night i call your name
every night i burn
every night i fall again

every night i burn
scream the animal screams
every night i burn
deam the crow black dream

dream the crow black dream

still every night i burn, every night i scream your name
every night i burn, every night the dram´s the same.

every night i burn, screaming the animal scream
every night i burn, dreaming the crow black dream

dreaming the crow black dream.

Play it really loud
the cure - the crow soundtrack

Natal é quando o homem quiser...

...e quando não quiser? Pode -se desistir? É preciso avisar? Quem?

(ainda nem começou e já me cansou!)