Live Long And Prosper!

My Empire Of Dust

I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time

The feelings disappear

You are someone else

I am still right here

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

If I could start again

A million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way

Johnny Cash - Hurt

Nine Inch Nails - Hurt

FECHADO

... para balanço.

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I AM SHROUDED IN DARKNESS I CROUCHED IN WASTED YEARS I LINGERED, I CAN'T GET THROUGH DAZZLED BETWEEN FAR AND NEAR LIKE THE ELEGIES RELATE TO DAYS BEYOND RECALL I LINGERED IN MANY MEMORIES AND AGAIN I STUMBLED THROUGH THE BACK DOOR SEEING YOU , A MISTY SHADOW I FEEL MY REPRESSION I CAN'T GO ON AND AGAIN I AM FALLING BACKWARDS TOMORROW I WILL BE HERE AGAIN A SILENT MUTE OF A BLACK DESIRE TOMORROW I WILL BE HERE AGAIN TOMORROW I'LL BE HERE AGAIN BE HERE AGAIN BE HERE AGAIN I AM TIRED OF TEARS AND LAUGHTER OR WHAT MAY COME HEREAFTER I AM WEARY OF DAYS AND HOURS DESIRES, DREAMS AND POWERS ALTHOUGH IT MAKES ME WEEP IT IS YOU I WANNA KEEP I WANNA KEEP - Clan of Xymox, "Back Door"

The Road not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

Vagabond Ways

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

Parker Lewis Can´t Lose

...or can he?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parker_Lewis_Can't_Lose

Limp Bizkit - Hot Dog

Limp Bizkit - Rollin

The Palmieri Effect

Living

"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."

Hans Christian Andersen

Pensamento Ocioso...

...já repararam que a Turquia é o Perú dos falantes de Inglês...?

And now for something completely different..!!

Is a Kiss Just a Kiss?

Suck My Kiss - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Mildred Pierce

Sonic Youth - Mildred Pierce

Disappearer - Sonic Youth

An eastern star is on
A disappearer

How To Disappear Completely - 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

How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead

"How to Disappear Completely" was inspired by singer Scott Walker, a previous inspiration on the band's early '90s hit "Creep".

The string orchestration for "How to Disappear" was influenced by Polish composer Krzysztof Penderecki

How To Disappear Completely

How To Disappear Completely and Never Be Found

“What makes you who you are? A name? An address? A random collection of experiences, a few memories? You are who you can prove you are. You are what people think and that’s the easiest thing in the world to change.”

http://www.sheffieldtheatres.co.uk/index.cfm?fuseaction=whatson.production&ProductionID=390

How to Disappear Completely

http://www.podiobooks.com/podiobooks/book.php?ID=44

How To Disappear Completely

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100 Ways to Disappear and Live Free

http://www.scribd.com/word/download/27861?extension=pdf

http://www.scribd.com/word/download/27861?extension=mp3

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

Xymox - Moscovet Mosquito

Clan of Xymox - No Human Can Drown

Clan Of Xymox - Back Door

The Black Swan

Black on flat water past the jonquil lawns
Riding, the black swan draws
A private chaos warbling in its wake,
Assuming, like a fourth dimension, splendor
That calls the child with white ideas of swans
Nearer to that green lake
Where every paradox means wonder.
Though the black swan's arched neck is like
A question-mark on the lake,
The swan outlaws all possible questioning:
A thing in itself, like love, like submarine
Disaster, or the first sound when we wake;
And the swan-song it sings
Is the huge silence of the swan.
Illusion: the black swan knows how to break
Through expectation, beak
Aimed now at its own breast, now at its image,
And move across our lives, if the lake is life,
And by the gentlest turning of its neck
Transform, in time, time's damage;
To less than a black plume, time's grief.
Enchanter: the black swan has learned to enter
Sorrow's lost secret center
Where like a maypole separate tragedies
Are wound about a tower of ribbons, and where
The central hollowness is that pure winter
That doesn't change but is
Always brilliant ice and air.
Always the black swan moves on the lake; always
The blond child stands to gaze
As the tall emblem pivots and rides out
To the opposite side, always. The child upon
The bank, hands full of difficult marvels, stays
Forever to cry aloud
In anguish: I love the black swan.

James Merrill

Black Swan

What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight
It's the price you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack you bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train

Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening

And it's fucked up, fucked up
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't

You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
Cause I'm right here and I'm today
With your fingers you can touch me

I'm your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is fucked up, fucked up

You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up

Be your black swan, black swan
I'm for spare parts, broken up

Thom Yorke

Black Swan - Thom Yorke

The Black Swan Effect

http://www.fooledbyrandomness.com/ARTE.pdf

Dino Meira - Voltei Voltei

Postcard From Turkey

Merhaba Ana!