Sunday, April 20, 2008

Silent words within screaming thoughts

A day absent from the world, a simple description of the complexity of my nothing, a silent scream to my world, to myself, to the wish of this concept of perfection that I can see but can't reach, the sight of the potential and the binding knowledge of reality. Real, fucked up word if you ask me, at least today... A question should I kill the pragmatic or the dreamer? I know I should keep both, yet I have the feeling that by doing this I kill the dreamer anyway... one of my brilliant conclusions for the day.
I don't want to do this, talk is so fucking cheap, the last resort of the cowards to justify themselves to the world... I am being unfair to words, yet they are also used in this way which is sad, and today I feel them as an extension of myself...
As such no more words from me let's borrow some... A tribute to the TV series that I found with some of these characters that I can relate, or I wish I could, anyways it is a great series... The video is more for the borrowed words…



Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here
That I don't understand

Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

Contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart

They say that promises
Sweeten the blow
But I don't need them
No, I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

O, I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
I need this

I need
A lullaby
A kiss goodnight
Angel sweet
Love of my life
O, I need this

I'm a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
And untouchable

Do you remember the way
That you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness
I loved and adored?

Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
No, I don't need them

O, I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
I need this

I need
A lullaby
A kiss goodnight
The angel sweet
Love of my life
I need this

Is it dark enough?
Can you see me?
Do you want me?
Can you reach me?
Or I'm leaving

You better shut your mouth
Hold your breath
Kiss me now you'll catch my death
O, I mean it


I want to share another song, the first time might to sink in but…

1 comment:

Cris said...

Bem, certamente que consegues expressar-te bem melhor e ser mais claro, pelas tuas palavras, que pelas dos outros... Ou melhor, tornar-se-ia mais perceptível...

De qualquer das formas apresentadas, é sempre um prazer visitar o teu blogue e provar do teu bom gosto musical ;)

Gostei especialmente do último vídeo... Da cena da gaja, do gelado e do cão... Dá que pensar,loool

Um XI-HEART GRAAANDE