Tell it like it is

The Hand That Feeds

You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Because you do
What you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

What if this whole crusade's
A charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood
On which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on and on

Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?



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R.I.P.

Gumes

"Assomados, com o andar titubeante das vítimas da realidade
absoluta, desfalecemos em convulsões de electrochoque, no
turbilhão da engrenagem triturante, que nos transportou em
sucessivas oscilações sísmicas, para o apaziguamento da
indiferença e o amargo isolamento da solidão. Nada é o que era,
nada foi o que sonhamos, apenas visões esfumadas ao contacto
da memória, apenas imprecisas impressões de um tempo gasto
pela usura. Tivemos o mundo, fomos o mundo...

Salve, cadáveres brancos da inocência!
Salve, corpos belos do amor!
Salve, feiticeiros da embriaguez permanente!
Salve, magos da existência não fragmentária!
Salve, pederastas do desejo, junkies do caos, prisioneiros da liberdade!
Salve, irreprimível lúdico!
Salve, criadores de vida, amantes da infância, viciados do presente!
Salve, orfãos perdidos!
Salve! Salve! Salve"

Mão Morta - "Nús"

6 Março

Bela capa...

Lacrimosa

We keep on burying our dead
We keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help
The rain doesn't help

If my garden would have a fence
then the rabbits couldn't just come in
and sit on the grass and eat all the flowers
and shit

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling down
man for judgement must prepare me
spare oh god and mercy
spare

man I have a terrible feeling
that somethings gone awful wrong with the world
is it something we made
is it something we ate
is it something we drank

Hi I'm Icarus
I'm falling
from the dust of earth
returning back for judgement
we must prepare
spare oh god and mercy
spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa

They keep on burying our dead
They keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
And all we've got isn't a giant crop of names
and dates

Hi I'm Icarus, I'm falling down
on this day of tears and mourning
from the dust of earth returning
man for judgement must
spare me, spare oh god and mercy
spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa


Regina Spektor-"Lacrimosa"

Man

Indomável

Mais

A most peculiar man

He was a most peculiar man.
That’s what mrs. riordan said and she should know;
She lived upstairs from him
She said he was a most peculiar man.

He was a most peculiar man.
He lived all alone within a house,
Within a room, within himself,
A most peculiar man.

He had no friends, he seldom spoke
And no one in turn ever spoke to him,
’cause he wasn’t friendly and he didn’t care
And he wasn’t like them.
Oh, no! he was a most peculiar man.

He died last saturday.
He turned on the gas and he went to sleep
With the windows closed so he’d never wake up
To his silent world and his tiny room;
And mrs. riordan says he has a brother somewhere
Who should be notified soon.
And all the people said, what a shame that he’s dead,
But wasn’t he a most peculiar man?


Paul Simon - 1965

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Silencio

Regina Spektor - "Ghost of Corporate Future"

A man walks out of his apartment
It is raining
He's got no umbrella
He starts running beneath the awnings
Trying to save his suit
Trying to save his suit
Tryin to dryin to tryin to dry but no good

When he gets to the crowded subway platform
He takes off both of his shoes
He steps right into somebody's fat loogie
And everyone who sees him says "ew"
Everyone who sees him says "ew"

But he doesn't care
Cause last night he got a visit
From the ghost of corporate future
The ghost said take off both your shoes
Whatever chances you get
Especially when they're wet

He also said
Imagine you go away on a business trip one day
And when you come back home
Your children have grown and you never made your wife moan
You children have grown and you never made your wife moan

And people make you nervous
You'd think the world was ending
And everybody's features have somehow started blending
And everything is plastic
And everyone's sarcastic
And all your food is frozen
It needs to be defrosted
You'd think the world was ending
You'd think the world was ending
You'd think the world was ending right now

Well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee
And never ever watch the ten o'clock news
Maybe you should kiss someone nice
Or lick a rock
Or both
Maybe you should cut your own hair
Cause that can be so funny
It doesn't cost any money
And it always grows back
Hair grows even after you're dead

People are just people
They shouldn't make you nervous
The world is everlasting
It's coming and it's going
If you don't toss your plastic
The streets won't be so plastic
And if you kiss somebody
Then both of you'll get practice

The world is everlasting
Put dirtballs in your pockets
Put dirtballs in your pockets
And take off both your shoes
Cause people are just people
People are just people
People are just people like you

The world is everlasting
It's coming and it's going
The world is everlasting
It's coming and it's going

Quente

N.I.N. - "Every Day Is Exactly The Same"

I believe I can see the future
As I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
But then again
That might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
Now i never make a sound
I just do what I've been told
I really don't want them to come around again

Oh, no

Everyday is exactly the same
Everyday is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Everyday is exactly the same

I can feel thier eyes are watching
In case I loose myself again
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, yet I still pretend
I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end

I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I am still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know- I don't know what else I can do!

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