2 lines-Thought: More

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We'll get tired eventually, and start again too
because for a reason, we rather see each other this way
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No Refill For What's Left

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Too much with the same flavor
Enough of the same kind of texture in my mouth
When all I need to do is find a different drink

No need in emptying this particular cup
No big deal in drying the drops left all over
No urge in getting rid of it

Clear spaces between all I drank and what's left of you
Liquids dancing all over my body from (most admit) great memories
Bitting my lips just because I know you know

Enough of recycled kisses
Too much of your well-known touch
When all I must do is go ask for a new drink.
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Self Talk Sessions

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I haven't been good with treatments, ever
To get sick, to fall for something, to swim into situations... that I'm good at.
Drown by the easiest sign and never finding the exit door afterwards, that's me.

But I began to feel interested in this particular deleting process,
one treatment that I could actually follow up and see what the results could be..
Kinda like trying to remove a sticker without the fear of breaking it.

...Because dear, you are too much of a mess for my body to handle.
...Because dear, with you it will never be enough.
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My Bad

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I didn't know water had that effect if spilled on the ground
I didn't know blood was red
I didn't know finger nails could cause that harm
I'm sorry.. my bad.

Was I supposed to know that your ears were that sensitive?
Was I supposed to assume all this elements?
Was I supposed to nod my head to your perspective?
Well I guess.. my bad.

I forgot that I never lead
I forgot that I hid behind my fake smile to keep you near
I forgot that I was supposed to be happy as well
Then again.. my bad.

There's your truth, far away from what I won't take
Here's my blurry statement, far away from your will.
My bad if I let you use me again.

Lyrics by Alanis M.

are you still mad I kicked you out of bed?
are you still mad I gave you ultimatums?
are you still mad I compared you to all
my forty year old male friends?
are you still mad I shared our problems
with everybody?

are you still mad I had an emotional affair?
are you still mad I tried to mold you into
who I wanted you to be?
are you still mad I didn't trust your intentions?
of course you are
of course you are

are you still mad that I flirted wildly?
are you still mad I had a tendency to mother you?
are you still mad that I had one foot out of the door?
are you still mad that we slept together even after
we had ended it?
of course you are
of course you are

are you still mad I wore the pants most of the time?
are you still mad that I seemed to focus
only on your potential?
are you still mad that I threw in the towel?
are you still mad that I gave up long before you did?
of course you are
of course you are
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It Will Grow

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For reasons I can barely understand, and ideas I can almost taste
For fantasies I can already dance with, and sounds that carry my sleep since last night
For my fingers to find joy and my lips to embrace silence
It will grow in me as seeds on the ground.

For lyrics that join my thoughts every morning when I think of them
For everytime I hold my will just because I wanna see what happens if I don't
For  little secrets kept building one base of brand new honesty
It will grow in them as branches on trees.
For moments that are taken away
For what you don't expect from me
For memories that stand and pain that heals
It will grow in you as feathers on a bird
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Preach

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I don't like goodbyes, but they don't really affect me so letting them go, shouldn't be as scary as I think it will be. Whatever I expect, they must go and I have to say goodbye.

I'm not sure for how long we were all merged into one single person, but I do recall the moments when I had the wonder to share with different "own" perspectives, true or not, very real... And now it's time to make them vanish, because being a hypocrite is just not the best option anymore. I forgot who I was within all these different and very adequate versions of my fears; I lost the main idea and I must find it again.

I no longer believe in me, what I do, what I don't, the reasons why I touch them or why I cry behind this screen... There's a continuous eraser between my realness and the facts I make up to avoid facing what bugs me, and these versions of myself are not helping, they just don't get to it.

I forgot what I was good at, or when was my best time to smile every day... I forgot how to receive a proper touch and feel it under my skin. My senses are no longer connected to my heart and I no longer understand what these impulses are pushing me through.

But even so... the clock won't stop, and these minutes and hours keep on pushing me no matter how filled with crap I am. Time is dragging me, making small breaks to ask me if I'm ready to face what I must fix, just to hear the same answer from me and keep on pushing me forward... I've been answering the same: I just don't know.

If I could come out of myself and believe my own words, my own perceptions and visions... If I could walk with time without asking it to stop every 5 seconds, just because it breaks my hear to see me this way... I would believe things could get better, just for that moment it would work.

It all comes down to two options: I either get myself dragged by time, seeing how my face gets crashed by missed moments, or I do something about it and start practicing what I preach. Risking what should be risked and not being afraid of loosing what I should just let go.

Lyrics by Anna Nalick

2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe. 
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2 lines-Thought: Ready

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If I already got your storms on a list
where's our umbrella?

This time, lyrics:

Now that we are over as the loving kind
We'll be dreaming ways to keep the good alive
Only when we want is not a compromise
I'd be pouring tears into your drying eyes

Friends, lovers or nothing
There can only be one
Friends, lovers or nothing
There'll never be an in-between, so give it up

You whisper "come on over" 'cause you're two drinks in
But in the morning, I will say goodbye again
Think we'll never fall into the jealous game?
The streets all flood with blood of those who felt the same

Friends, lovers or nothing
There can only be one
Friends, lovers or nothing
There'll never be an in-between, so give it up

Friends, lovers or nothing
We can really only ever be one
Friends, lovers or nothing
We'll never be the in-between, so give it up
We'll never be the in-between, so give it up

Anything other than yes is no
Anything other than stay is go
Anything less than "I love you" is lying
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When No Beats Yes

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There's a small percentage of my continuous thoughts that is just not satisfied; and the blame goes from mouth to mouth, transforming into several excuses everytime I ask one of my different stages why.

I know the message is out there, you don't need to convince me anymore, I assume it.. the message is pretty clear, and I carry it with me wherever I go. But the point right now is not that I need to erase that... all I want is to feel pleased with this wrong 15% of consciousness, because I do.. and it feels great.

Like if I just want pizza, or a small burger, the urge of one piece of chocolate or endless bottles of wine; to desire and to obtain, as simple as reaching out for the remote.. Seeking for some release within these channels. Because it works, and I laugh at the rational side of me when it does.

No, it's not what I really want, but for the 20 minutes I spend convincing myself I shouldn't give in, I feel like I loose life as running water. So If I want to say no for a while, and if on a good day I feel great by doing it wrong, then I will and not only you're gonna let me, you will help me get it.

In the photo: My lovely Chan
Lyrics by Alanis Morisette

if I make a lot of tinsel then people will want to
if I am hardened no fear of further abandonment
if I am famous then maybe i'll feel good in this skin
if I am cultured my words will somehow garner respect
 
i would throw a party still it would not come
i would bike run swim and still it would not come
i'd go travelling and still it would not come
I would starve myself and still it would not come
 
if I'm masculine I will be taken more seriously
if I take a break it would make me irresponsible
if i'm elusive I will surely be sought after often
if I need assistance then I must be incapable
 
i'd be filthy rich and still
it would not come
I would seduce them and still
it would not come
I would drink vodka and still
it would not come
i'd have an orgasm still
it wouldn't come
 
if I accumulate knowledge
i'll be inpenetrable
if I am aloof no one will know
when they strike a nerve
if I keep my mouth shut the boat
will not have to be rocked
if I am vulnerable I will be
trampled upon
 
i would go shopping and still
it would not come
i'd leave the country and still
it would not come
i would scream and rebel still
it would not come
i would stuff my face and still
it would not come
 
i'd be productive and still it would not come
i'd be celebrated still it would not come
i'd be the hero and still it would not come
i'd renunciate and still it would not come
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Vienna

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I found something tonight, an exam from highschool in my box of stuff I keep. It was a physics exam about stuff I don't even remember anymore. But the fact that I kept that exam reminded me of something tonight; I kept it because it was the only time I felt sure about something I knew, I didn't need to study to pass it with the highest score. I actually learned something back then... But tonight when I see it, I have no idea how I was able to work that out, I can't remember a thing.

How come I forgot about something I thought I learned so well?  Even if it was nothing I would apply later on, I felt so sure about it that I kept the test 7 years later... why? to remind me about my great physics skills back in highschool? or what?

We forget, no matter what or how, we forget. Things that we wish we could still remember, we forget; things we love and treasure, we forget... Time has no mercy and it makes us forget, there's no option.

Tonight I realize that, I could forget so many important thing; things I'm so afraid to leave behind... But I do, and there's no option once I just leave them behind. And maybe instead of forgeting, I'm just assuming endings, like when I no longer cry for that movie.

Lyrics by The Fray

The day's last one-way ticket train pulls in
We smile for the casual closure capturing
There goes the downpour
Here goes my fare thee well

There's really no way to reach me
There's really no way to reach me
There's really no way to reach me
'Cause I'm already gone

Only so many words that we can say
Spoken upon long-distance melody
This is my hello
This is my goodness

There's really no way to reach me
There's really no way to reach me
There's really no way to reach me
'Cause I'm already gone

Maybe in five or ten yours and mine will meet again
Straighten this whole thing out
Maybe then honesty need not be feared as a friend or an enemy
This is the distance
And this is my game face

There's really no way to reach me
There's really no way to reach me
Is there really no way to reach me
Am I already gone?

So this is your maverick
This is Vienna
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Cheater

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There's a line I like to step on, it changes when I do, and it moves around when I don't... like trying to find my feet again. When I'm on it, things move around with no trouble, life doesn't need me to react just to stay on. I'm a part of it whether I want it or not.

While standing on this line, certain ideas are thrown at me, and my hands do their best to grab them all, trying not to drop them and keeping as many as I can. Ideas that I only play with during moments like this, tonight. Besides that, they are put away.

Ideas that tell me what I want but don't come from this line I keep on walking on, because I find it easily stupid to handle the whole deal just avoiding and repeating myself the ideas will stay there for whenever I need them. So I cheat on them by coming back to the line, over and over.

Because it is not real, it never really is. Just like all those nights, where what happens gets trapped in one hard and solid moment that won't extend, like gambling without betting.

The day will come, I won't push it or tell myself there's a deadline, but I will choose the ideas over this line, holding back this reaction and way of functioning, just to see what's so interesting about that particular change.

Wal in this photo and one explanation to one song that brings sense to all this:

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Tonight

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What if we stay on this side of the story?
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Basics

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Not sure if it's nature that makes us like this
or if it has something to do with genes
but there's a code that's written
one that makes us weak on specific spots
some kind of label with instructions
we all carry, on the back of our heads.

From objects to sensations
Whispers and sounds
We must have them, collect them
Own them and live through them
We all must have at least one of these.

Pages from a book of stories, maybe
or counted nights in one roll of hours put together
going back to the basic need
simple desire of one special thing we all want,
no matter what comes with it
even if it's pain, we feel it with joy.
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Self Talk Sessions

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Where do you think you're going?
What are you planning on doing?
What's the purpose of building something night by night?
If there's nothing else behind this wall...

What do you think I'm trying to pretend?
Why do you believe in this hidding of realness?
Like if for a moment, you'd think we are made of plastic
No more than hard and rough components...

What a fantasy of walking forward...
How easy can I make this wall disappear in front of my eyes...
But how strong it feels when it shows up.
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Habbit

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Of wanting to label and contain
Define and translate
Store and save
Preserve and admire

Collecting old uses of forgotten stories
Unloved phrases thrown away
Connections and meaningful spots

Too used to keep clear glasses
mixing liquids with solids
and hoping like a teenager for a perfect match

Granting whispers by fading words
words that scape from my head
just before I catch and hide

Habbit of keeping, holding
understanding,
excusing myself
for being this way.
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2 lines-Thought: Granted

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Nothing new, and something I should have known better:
If you take me for granted, it's just because I want to
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Divine Collision

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There's a division in my senses and structures
Two different corners for ideas to develop
Two versions of my will power
One that ask the other one for permission...
... to do these things...
... to think this way...
... to act like this.

One I face and the other one I struggle with
One that makes me lie constantly
and the other one that provides life so often.

While I support this side, there she is exploring secrets in my head...
Seeking for what I try hard not to show, and pushing me to fun and joyful extremes.
She does not care for the future
and there's just a few ideas she'd refuse.

... I just wonder what would happen if they merge,
... combined into one silver state to bring unknown thoughts to this surface,
... maybe just to risk a bit more.

In the photo: Wal & Mischa P.

Lyrics by U2

Magnificent
Oh, oh, magnificent

I was born, I was born
To be with you in this space and time
After that and ever after
I haven't had a clue only to break rhyme
This foolishness can leave a heart black and blue, oh, oh

Only love, only love can leave such a mark
But only love, only love can heal such a scar

I was born, I was born to sing for you
I didn't have a choice but to lift you up
And sing whatever song you wanted me to
I give you back my voice from the womb
My first cry, it was a joyful noise, oh, oh

Only love, only love can leave such a mark
But only love, only love can heal such a scar
Justified, till we die you and I will magnify, oh, oh
Magnificent, magnificent, oh, oh

Only love, only love can leave such a mark
But only love, only love unites our hearts
Justified, till we die you and I will magnify, oh, oh
Magnificent, magnificent, magnificent
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The Station

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I look from side to side, people walking too fast to notice any sound. Layers of noise bring my senses into a state of alarm, some soft chaos that calls my name... I guess there's no option but to fall into it.

Was this the right station? 

I remember memorizing the path, putting marks on each place and drawing arrows to lead the way. I guess this is the following stop, gotta make sure because once I step out, the train won't come back to the station... my only option would be going forward, with unplanned changes.

Is this the right station?
This ground should feel familiar soon enough.
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2 lines-Thought: Touched

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I would have loved this awkward platonic interaction...
and get touched by some magical flirting.
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Expired Playground

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I created this place, knowing exactly what I was doing... Some special areas for them to enjoy and fool around, fun and happy sounds to bring them closer together. They came.. as I thought they would, but not knowing it was going to become this kind of place.

One with unknown experiences, atittudes, answers and crushed sensations. One place that brought all of them to make me face my own fears and hide them just to keep them here, without moving too far away... Feeding this urge of company with the best of souls I could ever find; I always picked the best of them, no doubt about it.

They came and had fun, they developed many different sides of themselves while playing in this area of mine, maybe enjoying my presence, maybe just letting things flow without asking for too many explanations... Just a fun playground to be at. My very own feared playground.

I've been afraid of letting them go, for so long... because having them here has been good to me, and all the efforts I've made to make it happen have been joyful, in a very shitty way, I like doing what I do to keep them close to my special place, just because of the constant fear of being alone if I don't do the right thing for each one of them.

The right phrase
The right movement
The right answer
The right question
The right smile

All in a pathetic system that I learned too quickly... But got also too used to last..

I stand here tonight, in front of their laughs, wonders, doubts, different and huge opinions of what I've decided about this place... I stand here not caring about what they will think about this statement, beacause I got tired of being tired, tired of seek for them, and making the efforts most of the time. If the idea is to let them go, then please just do...

...I will sure enjoy all this alone green for myself. This playground has expired.

In the photo: Ruth
Lyrics by Depeche Mode (This lyrics have one different interpretation from the other lyrics I usually share with each post)

wrong

wrong

wrong

wrong

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Wrong

There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong

Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong look
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah

Wrong

Wrong
(Too long)
Wrong
(Too long)

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong
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A Gift

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This is the story of a gift left on the floor, brown medium size box with blue glitter on it. They both walked by it a few times, didn't notice it was just laying there, weird forgotten wrapped present just left on the floor.


They wondered about it a few times, walked around it a bit closer, because it was just there on the floor, like if no one else was suppose to take it. Just a gift that people forgot to take with them.


The fear or holding it was so, that they got inside and jumped in, just to see what was laying inside that weird squared thing always surrounding them. They were in it, just for the exact time before making it vanish, never understanding what that was all about.


Just a gift, left in the middle of the floor... too small to care for it, too shiny to look at it, too real to even think about it. A gift that stayed there to never be touched.. ever again.
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Burn out

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When it lights up, feels warm and safe... like two pieces that belong and match together, special parts that attract each one, coming together as perfect syncronization. Just for the time this last, I give myself in.

But then it goes away, because its time has been measured previously. And while the sun comes out, with no more fire to feel, I stare at your sleep and gaze with such sensation, one that just then I realize, will stay with me a few days, until my brain pushes away and I see you again.

Because when it burns, sparkles shine on your breath, my hair between your fingers and this invisible desire to stay. Just before it burns out, I take all these ideas and admire them, because they are so rare and so sensitive that you fear them... Now we both leave and the fire burns out, leaving me wondering for how long my mind can take it.

Lyrics by Oasis

Born on a different cloud
From the ones that have burst round town
It’s no surprise to me
That yer classless, clever and free...

Loaded just like the gun
You’re the hero that’s still unsung
Living on borrowed time
You’re my sun and you’re gonna shine

Talking to myself again
This time I think I’m getting through
It’s funny how you think
It’s funny when you do

Lonely soul
Busy working overtime
Nothing ever gets done
Specially when your hands are tied

Lonely soul
Baking up your mother’s pride
Nothing ever gets done
Not until your war’s won
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Jagged [1]

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This will be a series of posts about the record of my life. Each song, each line, each sound; because with all of her songs I feel like everything has been said, and every word defines me... It's me sharing the album of my life. I'm going to break thesongs down from my own perspective one by one, because I think some have heard the record, but they still haven't actually heard it.

[1] All I Really Want.

We can give in so easily to other people... people and what they need, want, expect... like if a big gigantic eraser would be chasing us, us and our needs, desires, expectations.

We give and fight back, because we wan't to avoid it.. Not compromising, holding back, expressing things loud and clear... Us and them.. a continuos struggle.

And I wonder... all the time, what the hell do they want?

The song:

http://tinysong.com/tdWC

The Lyrics:

Do I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate
I don't want to dissect everything today
I don't mean to pick you apart you see
But I can't help it
There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already
If only I could hunt the hunter
And all I really want is some patience
a way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance
Do I wear you out
You must wonder why I'm relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
I'm like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I'm frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the maker
And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature
What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift
And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred
Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
Falling all around.... all around
Why are you so petrified of silence
Here can you handle this?
Did you think about you bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think you're going to die
Or did you long for the next distraction
And all I need now is the intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer
All I really want is some peace man
A place to find a common ground
And all I really want is a wavelength
All I really want is some comfort
A way to get my hands untied
And all I really want is some justice.....
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Push

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I remember the sound of your feet on the floor, as a sign of anxiety... With no rhythm at all, and with those childish shoes, I could only notice them after you stood up and walked to the train.

I remember meeting this idea of who you were, a name, special thoughts, bad habits, tough voice, weird laugh, big and crazy family, incredible goals and perspectives... All these details I could think of while we both waited...

I remember my controled movements trying to act normal, telling my mind to lower her voice, for my thoughts could be too loud, filled with lines about you... And just one command I did my best to avoid: Talk to him.

I remember the scenarios I created in that short moment; trying to guess what your mind was telling you, probably something about the time and the train system, maybe how uncomfortable the bench was... or maybe how annoying the silence was.

I remember you leaving on that train, and me waiting for the next one... As a regular mechanism I go through, waiting for something to push me and make my mind act for me. Maybe next time, maybe not with you, but maybe with more courage.

Lyrics by Oasis
Paint no illusion, Try to click with whatcha got
Taste every potion cos if you like yerself a lot
Go let it out, Go let it in, Go let it out

Life is Precocious in a most peculiar way
Sister Psychosis don't got a lot to say
She Go let it out, She Go let it in, She Go let it out
She Go let it out, She Go let it in, She Go let it out

Is it any wonder why princes & kings
Are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings
And ordinary people that are like you and me
We're the keepers of their destiny

I'm going leaving this city, I'm goin drivin' outta town
You're comin' with me the right town
To Go let it out, Go let it in, Go let it out
To Go let it out, Go let it in, Go let it out

Is it any wonder why princes & kings
Are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings
Cos ordinary people that are like you and me
We're the builders of their destiny

So Go let it out - Go Let it in
Go let it out - don't let it in
Go let it out - Go let it in
Go let it out - don't let it - don't let it in
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The Bug

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I tried, as they told me... to live a different experience, one with a variety of dimensions, one with deeper sensations...

I tried and it felt good, maybe too good... because for that moment I forgot about the other good I had felt before, a well known good, one that I owned every single ocassion...

I tried leaving the bug in my room while I ran outside to explore this other thing, and it felt good... perhaps too good for what I expected...

I tried.. and trying is great... but the taste afterwards felt more like a bunch of nails in my chest, as the excuse for that so shared phrase of living for the not loosing...

I tried but now I wanna go back, to my superficial bug, this condition of not compromising my heart, avoiding the cars that go by and the idea in my head...

... the idea that says that at some point I will have to try it one more time.

Lyrics by Alanis Morissette
You like snow but only if it's warm
You like rain but only if it's dry
No sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor
No fundamental excuse for the granted I'm taken for
Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
You like pain but only if it doesn't hurt too much
You sit...and you wait...to receive
There's an obvious attraction
To the path of least resistance in you life
There's an obvious aversion no amount of my insistence
could make you try tonight
Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you to you to you to you to you...
There's no love no money no thrill anymore
There's an apprehensive naked little trembling boy
With his head in his hands
There's an underestimated and impatient little girl
Raising her hand
But it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you, to you
get up get up get up off of it
get up get up get up off of it
get out get outta here enough already
get up get up get up off of it
wake u
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But You Don't

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There are different ways to notice
Some ideas that I could think of to see
observe...
Some I've borrowed, some you could use

Because after every move I make you could notice me
After every unique step I take you could observe me
Right when I make something become special you could see me

But.. well..

And my efforts feel good
And when I plan them, I feel good
And when they are executed, it feels good
And just then you should notice, observe, see...

But... well...

I guess I could walk by you again
but my imagination just won't go that far.
Our roads could meet again, and my spirit could do its thing
just a great scenario to make us glow for one night


But... well.. you won't.
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2 lines-Thought: Out

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Even when it becomes a struggle,
they all leave the cage eventually.
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Supposed To

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As mechanics,this should work in a certain way. One step after the other, and reactions brought by each situation. Mechanic as every single system, this is supposed to work the same way... just as these lines, that just as the lines before, go to one particular name.

Because after things like that we're supposed to talk in a certain way, act like this, react this other way, give time to god knows what, think differently, feel differently... we're supposed to.

Just like if afterwards, someone changes the channel and it's time to watch a different kind of show, one with different and unknown characters, people that we're supposed to become for one another just because.

As mechanics we are supposed to respond, and stepping out of those lines is supposed to be wrong, feel wrong, considered as wrong... because we're supposed to change the whole perspective from one day to the other, and sadly knowing that we do.

Just for tonight I wish I didn't have to do what I'm supposed to do, just say it, scream it and think it; because I can and no one has told me otherwise... but I'm just not supposed to.

Lyrics by Radiohead

That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here
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