Rest in pieces

Hoje fui ler os blogs dos meus amigos, como faço sempre que posso, e tive mais uma surpresa: Reeditaram o Blog-Batalha da Trol ( Valeu Lince =) ) entre O Seljan e o Wendigo. Qualé povo, roupa suja não se lava em blog... ;)

Agora falando sério, tem uma letra que quero colocar aqui que é muito meu momento atual. Sim, não vai fazer o menor sentido pra muita gente, mas até aí quando eu fiz muito sentido anyway?

Jokerman - Bob Dylan

Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister.
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman.

Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet.
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot.
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Move, move, move
Hoje eu e Ed ficamos bolando o novo site do live. Pelo visto vai sair coisa boa...o logo pelo menos ficou interessante.
Aliás, nada melhor do que exercitar sua psicopatia e frustrações de maneira civilizada, jogando Grand Theft Auto 3. Foi uma tarde bastante divertida. Mais divertidas serão as tardes a partir de dia 6. Oh yeah, serão.

O que ouço hoje:
Beach boys / Aerosmith / Deep Purple / Iron maiden / Marvin Gaye / David Bowie

Momento country

Essa foi a musica que vim cantando aos berros vindo pracasa. Go figure.



Standing Outside The Fire
Written by: - Jenny Yates - Garth Brooks
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We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned

We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned

But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire

We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall

We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all

They're so hell-bent on giving ,walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire

Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire

There's this love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly higher and higher
I can't abide
Standing outside the fire

Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire

Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire

Est solarus et mithas

Pobre daquele que tem medo de se comprometer consigo mesmo. ;)

Shibumi

Shibumi tem muito a ver
com um acentuado refinamento
sob uma aparência comum.
É uma declaração tão correta
Que não precisa ser ousada.
Tão mordaz
Que não precisa ser bonita.
Tão verdadeira
Que não precisa ser real.
Shibumi é compreensão, mais que conhecimento
É um silêncio eloquente
É a modéstia sem prudência
É a simplicidade elegante
Uma brevidade articulada
É uma tranquilidade espiritual
que não é passiva; é o ser
sem a angústia do vir a ser
É a autoridade
sem dominação.

--Trevanian--

Love and Sleep

Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-coloured without white or red.
And her lips opened amorously, and said--
I wist not what, saving one word--Delight.
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.

by Charles Algernon Swinburne (1837-1909)

Feliz Ano Novo

Esse ano foi um ano bizarro. Hora do momento retrospectiva...

Mens edax rerum,
Cor umbra rerum,
Intelligentia via summa.

Karma. Segundas Chances. Festa na casa do Panda. Doutores não querem servir. PGP. OTO. Choppada. X-treme. Sociedade com amigos. Missa Gnóstica. Lobo filhote. Crepes. E-labore. São Cristóvão. Teto arriado. Zerar Vendettas. Quase Brasília. Meu irmão se formando. Eterna fila dos currículos. De volta à casa materna. Ruivas vestem teias e nada mais. Erros. Sister Moon. Alianças partidas. Crianças perdidas. Cachorrinho é o cara***! Fellowship.V-pack. São José. Surrender and join us. Your love is like an rollercoaster. Pena. Cowmilla. Simplicidade. Última coca cola do deserto. Thievery. Casamentos. Be all that you can be. Until the end of the world. U2. Segredos. Ave atque vale, Lara. LOTR. Saunas e mãos perigosas. Cobertores. Beijos roubados. Love, love, love. Goin’Ronin. Wind check, Direction check, Range ok, Green light, fire at will.

…Paixão, escolhas, comrades in arms. Are you NOT entertained??? Que entre 2003!