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tears from outer space
02:54
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rain
04:44
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the clouds drew near
and the day ended soon
the sky was grey, then red
and then there was no moon
and as the wind scattered
the ashes on the ground
the rain soon came
to wash away it all
the butterflies danced
underneath the rain
as i just watched alone
underneath a roof so plain
the songs sung by the wind
and the rhythm of the droplets
were the one symphony
i could never hope to guess
and closed eyes like mine
could still see it all
and the cold was no foe
for it meant life for now
the hours went like seconds
then like days, then no more
and at last, like hours
they, once again, did roar
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morgana
03:07
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saiba você que o medo tem medo de mim
saiba você que a força de minha força não tem fim
sua prece nada impede ou conquista aqui
onde a minha mágica adestra quem não se curva a mim
sob minha mercê
escravo de si, também
sob a força de meu querer
você se prende a ninguém
close your eyes and endure
resign yourself to pain
quit your debt of five hundred years
then i'll lay you to rot underneath the rain
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ghost
03:58
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she loved to surprise me, and i loved her like that
and even though i lived and she was dead
we shared a love more real than any other love
and awake or in dreams, i loved my beautiful ghost
through hours we walked side by side
she had no name, but could conquer the skies
one day she asked me, "who do you love most?"
and my answer was "you, my beautiful ghost"
one night i went to our secret place
i looked all over, but of her there was no trace
where had she gone to, i feared i'd never know
and heartbroken, i missed my beautiful ghost
then days passed by and as i dreamt the night away
i met her and she was as beautiful as all other days
and she gave me her hand, and i followed her close
and now i'll never part ways with my beautiful ghost
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5. |
water flows
01:43
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water flows down the pipes
many lies laying around the bed
like all the hours and all the days
where you were someone else
outside the rain pours relentlessly
and in my brain, the winds scatter
hidden memories i thought i'd forget
now they're alive, dragging me somewhere
water flows across my canvas
taking the paint i bought last week
to lands i wished to burn to ashes
dark clouds take over a clear sky
over it, i placed those pretty lies
like love, like caring, like friendship
that you told me on all these nights
and masks pretending to be faces
and meaningless words and places
cold touches from someone that never loved me
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up in the sky
03:05
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move around
try to fly
you'll be at home
up in the sky
among the stars
and the clouds
being part
of those beautiful nights
i can't go far
i belong here
my soul's stuck
to the ground and the trees
but when you must
when you have to go
i'll always watch you
as your light glows
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esmeraldas
01:09
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we were all pissed off at him for his many mistakes
but nearly everyone was still too sane to not be scared
so when he stepped into the hall smiling like a prick
the only one who'd still stare at him was me
he said "i doubt anyone here has the guts to stop me"
and i was only a few steps away from him, ya see
so with each step i sent a bullet through his heart
and when i got in front of him and he knelt to the ground
the last three went through his hollow skull and he died
then everyone cheered me on as i went outside
he was buried in a shallow grave, then hours afterwards
i dug him up, shot him some more, then again, went outside
came the morning, they found the colander body
and a little letter in his chest signed by me
it read "i had to make sure; there are forty new shots
now he's dead for good and won't brag no more!"
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a minha alma partiu-se como um vaso vazio
caiu pela escada excessivamente abaixo
caiu das mãos da criada descuidada
caiu, fez-se em mais pedaços do que havia loiça no vaso
asneira? impossível? sei lá!
tenho mais sensações do que tinha quando me sentia eu
sou um espalhamento de cacos sobre um capacho por sacudir
fiz barulho na queda como um vaso que se partia
os deuses que há debruçam-se do parapeito da escada
e fitam os cacos que a criada deles fez de mim
não se zangam com ela
são tolerantes com ela
o que eu era um vaso vazio?
olham os cacos absurdamente conscientes
mas conscientes de si-mesmos, não conscientes deles
olham e sorriem
sorriem tolerantes à criada involuntária
alastra a grande escadaria atapetada de estrelas
um caco brilha, virado do exterior lustroso, entre os astros
a minha obra? a minha alma principal? a minha vida?
um caco
e os deuses olham-no especialmente, pois não sabem porque ficou ali
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10. |
três da madrugada
01:59
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três da madrugada, a luz não se acende
na escuridão meus pensamentos fluem
e ainda que todas minhas dores continuem
são elas que explicam o que não se entende
dentro do quarto, duas prisões pra minha alma
ou três, ou cem, eu já não conto mais
não há número que importe na falta de paz
não há desespero que lógica alguma acalma
e mesmo que eu queira viver, eu vejo a morte
me encarando, risonha, em todos os cantos
não há nada, nem deus, nem amor, nem anjos
que possa impedi-la quando decidir me levar de bote
mas até lá, são três da madrugada e eu só penso
não existem atos em minha mente, meu cansaço
eu só busco as respostas que desfaço
e que queimam vazias tal qual um velho incenso
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11. |
mother
02:20
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mother, they were fighting
for the right to live like we do
but the cops shot them on tv
so they're just filthy criminals to you
"good people", you say, "don't get shot
good people keep quiet as the voice
of those stronger screams at them
those who don't, deserve their pain"
mother, another one like you
cried the loss of her child
killed by the cops, and no one knew
what they did to lose their life
"good people", you still say, "don't get shot
good people keep quiet as the voice
of those stronger screams at them
those who don't, deserve their pain"
mother, there i am now, too
bleeding to death from bullet wounds
as the cameras show me to the world and you
as my dying blood paints the ground
"good people", they say, "don't get shot"
but now you can't agree with their voice
shame it took you so long for you to see
but now you, too, must drop your tears
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12. |
flying saucer
05:01
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i can't sleep through the night no more
sleeplessly dreaming of what was before
it's almost like an eternity went through
there is not enough me without you
i'm gonna ride my flying saucer
and maybe the universe someday will foster
a chance for us to meet again, i hope
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13. |
memórias
02:49
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