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Hoje 'stou triste, 'stou triste (dedicado ao ridículo do dia de hj)

Hoje 'stou triste, 'stou triste.
'Starei alegre amanhã...
O que se sente consiste
Sempre em qualquer coisa vã.

Ou chuva, ou sol, ou preguiça...
Tudo influi, tudo transforma...
A alma não tem justiça,
A sensação não tem forma.

Uma verdade por dia...
Um mundo por sensação...
'Stou triste. A tarde está fria.
Amanhã, sol e razão.

de Fernando Pessoa

Esta é a minha cara quando estou a fazer gráficos...

On Human Life

Everything we think is but a trifle,
Everything we do is but a trifle.
In this world there's no dependable thing,
In vain man cares here about anything.
Esteem, beauty, power, money, greatness,
All this will pass away like the field grass.
We and our arrangements will be laughed at,
And, treated like puppets, tossed in a sack.

De Jan Kochanowski
Translated by Michael J. Mikoś

Don't Cry

Don't Cry (alt)

If we could see tomorrow
What of your plans
No one can live in sorrow
Ask all your friends
Times that you took in stride
They're back in demand
I was the one who's washing
Blood off your hands


Don't you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight


I know the things you wanted
They're not what you have
With all the people talkin' it's drivin' you mad
If I was standin' by you how would you feel
Knowing your love's decided
And all love is real


An don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight


I thought I could live in your world
As years all went by
With all the voices I've heard
Something has died
And when you're in need of someone
My heart won't deny you
So many seem so lonely
With no one left to cry to baby


An don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry
Tonight

de Axel Rose e Izzy Stradlin

The way I see myself

Wild Child

All right

Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face

Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's child
Your our child, screamin' wild

An ancient lunitic reigns
In the trees of the night
Ha, ha, ha, ha

With hunger at her heels
Freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Stirrin' into The hollow idols eyes

Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Your cool face
Your cool face

Do you remember when we were in Africa?

The Doors

Me and Marta

Monkey Business ... só por causa da foto que segue!

Outside my window there´s a
Whole lot of trouble comin´
The cartoon killers and the
Rag cover clones
Stack heels kickin´ rhythm
Of social circumcision
Can´t close the closet on
Shoe box full of bones

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon
in a pouch
Can´t afford the rental on
a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors ´cause her
well is running dry
I know her act is terminal,
But she ain´t gonna die

Slim intoxicado drinkin´ dime
store hooch
Is always in a circle with his
part-time pooch
Little creepy´s playing dollies in the
New York rain
Thinkin´ Bowie´s just a knife
Ooh the pain

I ain´t seen the sun since I don´t
know when
The freaks come out at nine
And it´s twenty to ten
What´s this funk
That you call junk
To me it´s just monkey business

Blind man in the vox that will
probably die
The village kids laugh as they walk by
A psycho is on the edge of this human
garbage dump
And the vultures in the sewers
are telling
Him to jump

Into the fire from the frying pan
Tripping on his tounge
For a cool place to stand
Where´s this shade
That you´ve got it made
To me it´s just monkey business

Monkey business
Slippin´ on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain´t your business if I got
No monkey on my back

Monkey business
Slippin´ on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain´t your business
If I got
Monkey´s on my back

The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls
Dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
Can´t get you by that monkey

Skid Row