sexta-feira, 13 de abril de 2007

Para matar as saudades

You’re probably right,

Seen from your side,

That I have been lucky.

But I’ve been meaning to crack all week.

Yes I’ve been involved,

It never resolved into anything shocking.

Pain’s playing yoyo in my body as we speak.

And now I found something to look for,

And I can’t decide,

Cause I might find that stroll behind is better than to score.

Just like I did before.

It wouldn’t be true, not towards you,

To say that I’m staying.

When on every single impulse,

On every other move I react.

'Cause in any old creek, with changing technique,

You’ll see me playing.

And after any old motherfucking blow I’ll be back.

We turned away from instant stuff

Our cracking codes were breaking up

Our words were sucked out, it made them clean.

And after lowness say it

And after more let it be known

Our codes are grown into something mean.

You’re probably right, as for tonight, you’re making me nervous.

What is it you want me to be thinking of ?

I’ll put on a movie,

I’ll play something groovy as a matter of service.

And I’ll chuckle when you smile as a matter of love.

'Cause you know it’s not my style to be giving up now.

And this pain in my side, I had enough.

This time I go for instant street

This life’s a soulless excuse for all abuse and parenthesis.

The flyspecked windows and the - the stinking lobbies they’ll remain

All the same, all the same.

This time I go !

This time I go !

dEUS . instant street