Vincent van Gogh - Bleaching Ground
quinta-feira, 25 de dezembro de 2008
Acordar e boa disposição
Sou uma pessoa que acorda, por norma, com boa disposição. Digo por norma porque a regra é(ra) levantar da cama, aprontar e ir trabalhar. Quando se está desocupado (palavra simpática e carinhosa para desempregado), o acto de acordar significa quase sempre cara feia e pouca disposição para logo de seguida realizar a normal função dos últimos tempos: nada. Mesmo nestas condições, ainda vai havendo disponibilidade para algumas prazenteiras funções e que ainda têm como vantagem uma importante característica: Não preciso de nenhum banco para depositar os rendimentos que delas advêm. Concluindo, deito-me em condições que roçam o normal. O pior é novamente, o acordar do dia seguinte...
quarta-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2008
Lambchop - You masculine you
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and
things to come
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into
(the funnel of) my arms
And as always they're not strong And as always you
do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut
above the bleed
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And
it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to
the ground, you're falling
you and your masculine you forever benched sitting by
the dirty window
Coda
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make
your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow
me don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me.
things to come
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into
(the funnel of) my arms
And as always they're not strong And as always you
do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut
above the bleed
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And
it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to
the ground, you're falling
you and your masculine you forever benched sitting by
the dirty window
Coda
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make
your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow
me don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me.
Lambchop - You masculine you
-Nixon (2000)-
terça-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2008
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