Soul Lit blues

Odeio mostrar essas músicas soft pras pessoas porque ninguém gosta. Prefiro tocar só pra mim, porque eu sempre fico satisfeito, mesmo que falte voz pra cantar. but anyway...I wrote these blues...Soul Lit Blues

Eu não acho que essa expressão existe. Mas eu gosto da idéia. Normalmente, quando algo é iluminado à luz de velas, se diz que é candlelit (candle = vela/iluminado= lit), então o que temos aqui é soul-lit. como fui eu que cunhei a expressão não sei como escrevê-la. pode ser soulit ou soullit ou soul lit ou soul-lit...hehe....não sei....


Soul Lit like the roads
i've been up and donw and up all through the night
Soul lit like this dance
on the empty air, we dance all through the night
Soul lit like this hall
where the night is spoken softly, in dancing light

Now kiss me out of myself
and kiss me into the past

Soul lit like the stars
In the ceiling of my bedroom where they lie
Soul lit like the rose
the ghost, the lie, the damp, the fading light
Soul lit like the room
where we learned we where in love, that fading night

Now kiss me out of myself
and kiss me into the past

now, I'm so uptight

though I'm so uptight
and because I'm so uptight
here's a soul lit sky
never ever mind
but here's the soul lit sky
I wrote for you

GÓTICA LETRA

MAMA! can I dress like that?

Oh Ghost of my bedroom
everytime I'm looking over the rain/rainbow
(Don't shiver/ Don't shiver now)
And I'm so much better than I was before
but how
could I be
any better
than I was today

All
Blue with shades of sunset
Blue with all your silly
lies
blue with shades of sunset
streched across the sunset
sky

And everytime I'm looking over the rain/rainbow
(Don't shiver/ Don't shiver now)
And I'm so much better than I ever was

I wanna see the sunrise
with a bullet in my heart
I wanna see it alright
empty arms in a brand new start
But it just slips away
It just slips away

Lights out, growin' old again
(Don't shiver/ Don't shiver now)
Black shriek, howl among the thorns
Am I as bitter as before?
Lights out, growin' old
Growin' oldGrowin' old

But everytime I'm looking over the rain
I'm blue with shades of sunset
streched across the sunset

tem um pequeno texto que vai com a música, mas não me atrevo a colocar aqui.

there and back again

Show de ontem...bem legal. gostei. ju levou uma queda! infelizmente não conseguimos capturar esse momento. tsc tsc.
Bom...vou colocar vídeo novo no youtube. Jesus don't touch my Baby.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WL88XWRsi6E

Excuse while I...

Não sei se vou poder fazer esse show...my head is wanting to explode today. It hurts...ai ai

Miiiiiaaaaaauuuu

Sweet Cida

Hey girl
How you doing
without your woumb?
Is your body missing your old namesakes of young?

Is your mind now burning?
Are you alright?
Aren’t you still dreaming with your sexual life?

Now you fuck with strangers
When you go out
Now you do all of those things you can’t live without

You need no needles
You need no pills
You’re mutilated
How does it feel?

And you're so fat
And you're so pretty
Just come along now
You can mislead me
Bring back the danger to my skin
Open the front door and let me in

Sweet Cida

Sweet Sweet
Sweet Cida

Mega-Cena New Wave cabeça-chata!!

Jesus is gonna rule the world!

Forget it....I'm just going to tell a story.

Skates to the ice
Our skates to the ice, we sailed across the candle lit hall, in wide circles while le gent, in their elegant evening gowns, walked about the middle of the room, indecisively, from one side to the other, as if they were trying to rock the ever larger dingy. I kept running into the furniture, and was asked to leave, for I had began to disrupt the art of staring walls.
I sat in a corner, among suits and collars, with my eyes piercing my shoes. Then I saw a pair of bare feet approaching, the left one had a bloody big toe as captain of the drifting boat, I looked up and an unharmed hand showed me to a bottle of the finest wine in the kingdom. Spirits up.
Ridin' across town, facin' the breeze. We had come to a small Parisian café. I sat across from a double-faced new acquaintance. He folded his hands over those crossed legs of his, after signaling the waiter to approach. The stiffness of the waiter swayed in closer while my friend placed a new unfamiliar mask upon his face. Alan and Bernie stood by our table now.
I felt hungry, and was eager to ask the waiter for some substantial aid. He presented a cigarette on a silver plate.
It poured down rain, and though our heads had a clear view of the sky, we did not feel the pinnin' of drops upon ourselves or know of our skin and hair being soaked in anything but air.
My now unfamiliar friend felt he needed to leave this state of mind. He ordered some coffee. I noticed he was now speaking of my old friend as if he were not there, a mask beneath.

Drivin' across town lookin' for the underground doll house. The lazy-eyed mistress and my little sister are expecting me. I'm weary, in the backseat, in my lazy topsyturvey. The road takes a turn upwards. The car is wanting to meet someone at the top of that rolling hill but it seems it can not make it.
Now, I watch from outside, as the car and myself in the back seat, twirl around the air. It's like the engine is trying to fly up into the sky but it can not bare the weight of the entire car and myself in the backseat. As a result of this, adding up to the running speed, the car went on rolling down the street, but every now and then jumped up and hurled itself into a back flip.

Crooked eye moon, the colour of a coffee stain, welcomes me home
Sister is drivin', but then she slips up in her thoughts and crashes into a light post
They sit at the remains of the crash, the 3 faces of sorrow. They call out ‘bring on the winds of death, whispers to room us away’, suicidal playful children.
It unnerves me, they are all so sorry. A spit of gall and alcohol into the flames, and is day again!
Someone asks me what has become of David? I say I don't know, and without hesitation I trip in a flower bed and fall into Yoko's Garden.
There is David, looking up at the heavens. I ask him what he sees, and he shows me the flocks and sparkles in golden and blue that paint forms in the sky.
Mother Mary's dress stirring in the night, hung over some star, twinkle and twilight. Here, I see the golden sparkles that spring from the image and come down, closer to earth
a slight touch in everything, the golden treads run across the streets, the buildings, the cars, the small out-house near the town square beneath a tree where the fowls no longer live, a service area in a dirty part of town where a young man sits in the washing machine smoking a cigarette and staring at the wall, a tidy little bedroom in a lodge in the upper-east side which is shared by two sisters, 4 years apart, one wall filled with writing, the other has a brand new coat of paint sittin' upon it.
The golden sparkles still race with the moonbeams, passing through farms in the country where old poets preach in barns and dark alleys, in steeples of rotten wood, to crowds of spider webs and broken rafters. Golden and blue, dive into the water.
Through sharp rocks that lie and hold on still, waitin' for the time to pierce the fisherman's soul. Broken cages and rivers over flown. Through dead wives and missin' children to former civil wars.
In inspiration. It's inspiration. It's literature, it’s Death. It's the absurd. It's the cowardness of avoiding the absurd. It's poetry and unspoken thoughts, it's not in words, but in the very brink of things. It's a pierce through the stomach, born from a lover’s breath. It's faith, its curse. Spirit that tends on mortal thoughts.
Music, slowly and gently creeps in, strides across the garden, through the gate where Walter used to lean against to smoke his cigarettes. Dances in empty spaces. A one man Waltz, uncoordinated tango of broken thoughts. That lit up this room, for a second, and a second longer, a second ago, and not anymore.

Olha o que eu achei!

Para rasgar o estômago

My Body is a cage (The Arcade Fire)
that keeps me from dancing with the one I love
but my mind holds the key

I'm standin' on the stage
of fear and self-doubt and it's a hollow play
but they'll clap anyway

My body is a cage
that keeps me from dancin' with the one I love
but my mind holds the key
standin' next to me
my mind holds the key

Set my body free

I'm livin' in a age
that calls darkness light and it's a hollow place
but they clap anyway

I'm livin' in an age
That screams my name at night but when I get to the doorway
there's no one in sight

My body is a cage
We take what we're given just because you're forgotten
that don't mean you're forgiven

I'm standin' in the stage
realizing I'm dancin' with the one I love
but my mind holds no key
she's standin' next to me
my mind holds no key

To set my spirit free
Set my body free

Tomei a liberdade de alterar a música do Arcade Fire para se adequar a minha própria jaulinha.

Things Things Things to say

Começamos a gravar ontem e tudo. foi bem legal. as músicas devem vazar na internet em breve. Foram gravadas 6 músicas: Pop, Gótica(como é o nome de verdade dessa música George?), Free Floating(música tema de Mario World), LaLaLa, Jesus e Song for God(nosso par de músicas evangélicas). Ah sim...e devido ao que as pessoas vem dizendo por ai, temos um slogan agora. Dead Leaves, sempre honrando a reputação de banda mais bêbada da cidade.

Música nova: Killer Mood
If a Liar would deceive me
put a fire in the building
then my pliars will be meeting you eyes
pliars will be piercing your eyes

Because I see the red spot in your eyes
b-b-but I see the red spot in your eyes

Show me the good times
Show me the good times now

I couldn't if I shouldn't
then I woundn't if I couldn't
But I shouldn't have remembered the lies

because a liar will remember
b-b-but a liar will remeber her lies

It's not applied to me and you
It's not something you can fake
It's not something you can brake
It's not someting you can say
It's not a lie It's all cruel
and it's all right in your face
It's not applied to me and you
It's not a song I wrote for you
It's not applied to me and you
But it's never been so nude