I awake to find no peace of mind,
I said, how do you live as a fugitive?
Down here where I cannot see so clear.
I said, what do I know?
Show me the right way to go,
And the spies came out of the water,
But you’re feeling so bad cos you know,
And the spies hide out in every corner,
But you can’t touch them no,
Cos they’re all spies, they’re all spies.
I awake to see that no one is free,
We’re all fugitives,
Look at the way we live.
Down here, I cannot sleep from fear no.
I said, which way do I turn?
I forget everything I learn,
But the spies came out of the water,
But you’re feeling so bad cos you know,
And the spies hide out in every corner,
But you can’t touch them though,
Cos they’re all spies, they’re all spies.
And if we don’t hide here,
They’re going to find us,
If we don’t hide now,
They’re going to catch us where we sleep,
And if we don’t hide here,
They’re going to find us.
26.9.03
23.9.03
Hoje, me senti uma criança novamente ao ver meus fantasmas do passado voltarem a me assombrar e me chamarem para comer um hambúrguer e tomar uma cerveja.
"Não estou com muita fome, mas uma cerveja cairia bem".
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa
"Não estou com muita fome, mas uma cerveja cairia bem".
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa
esse post iria ser mais ácido, mas antes que eu o escrevesse, ele impediu que isso acontecesse
22.9.03
Yesterday. Sunday.
Casa da Matriz. Friends. Snacks. Medicine for headaches. Canvas. Gig. Fun. Someone troubled. Someone missing.
A punk band playing. Complaints. Beer. Beer. Cigarretes. Hey, are you listening? Whoa! White Stripes. Black star. You wanted to talk to me? Yeah. Sorry. Never meant to cause you harm. I never meant to cause you trouble.
Smiles. a good friend. "The people that always comes here are hiding from the newbies". Mixing events, i am.
Okay, are you leaving now? Yeah, i'll go with you. Okay, i'll acompany you to the door. We haven't talked much today, have we? About what? Y'mean... That? Yup. I'm feeling fine the way things are now.
Even better now.
Monday. Classes? Nah. I'd rather stay home.
Casa da Matriz. Friends. Snacks. Medicine for headaches. Canvas. Gig. Fun. Someone troubled. Someone missing.
A punk band playing. Complaints. Beer. Beer. Cigarretes. Hey, are you listening? Whoa! White Stripes. Black star. You wanted to talk to me? Yeah. Sorry. Never meant to cause you harm. I never meant to cause you trouble.
Smiles. a good friend. "The people that always comes here are hiding from the newbies". Mixing events, i am.
Okay, are you leaving now? Yeah, i'll go with you. Okay, i'll acompany you to the door. We haven't talked much today, have we? About what? Y'mean... That? Yup. I'm feeling fine the way things are now.
Even better now.
Monday. Classes? Nah. I'd rather stay home.
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