Sunday, December 28, 2008



Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
Tout ça m'est bien égal
Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
C'est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé

Avec mes souvenirs
J'ai allumé le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux
Balayés mes amours
Avec leurs trémolos
Balayés pour toujours
Je repars à zéro

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
Tout ça m'est bien égal
Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Car ma vie
Car mes joies
Aujourd'hui
Ça commence avec toi...




Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Brenda Lee's version is my favourite, but this was all I could get online...

Friday, November 28, 2008

Thursday, November 13, 2008

such a good deed by request








One move and I feel alive
The unpredictable tale
They share a body of a six-feet bullet in the way
I'll kiss you down
And I fall and I choose to fall
Living among the dead
Super-philosophical
Betrayal
And cigarettes
It was you that went away
Nothing is real but you


Saturday, November 1, 2008

What were you doing in my dream last night
Hunnie?
Well I thought I locked that door up tight,
Baby.
Well it's a mystery to me
How you keep on slippin'
In my mind...
And it's downright dirty that this 'ol wound
Won't heal with time
Well you could wash my brain
You could tear out my heart
But I would never forget you
(Never...)
You could change my name
I could make a new start
But I would never forget you
(Never...)
And it's kill... kill... killin' me
It's Kill Kill Kill Kill Killin' me
That I'm still in love with you
Just when I think, I've got you in safe keeping
That's when your memory, it comes round creepin'
Well it's an ache I can't shake
It's creeped down deep down to my core
But babe I can't fake it, I can't take this heartbreak
Anymore...
Well you could wash my brain
You could tear out my heart
But I would never forget you
(Never...)
You could change my name
I could make a new start
But I would never forget you
(Never...)
And it's Kill... Kill... Killin' me
It's Kill... Kill... Killin' me
That I'm still in love with you
(It's killin... Me)
I asked you please to leave my heart
But you refused to go
I can't take this pain much longer
You insist on teaching me what I already know
Absence made this heart grow fonder
Ahh...
[Meow]
Well you could wash my brain
You could tear out my heart
But I would never forget you
(Never...)
You could change my name
I could make a new start
But I would never forget you
(Never...)
And it's Kill... Kill... Killin' me
It's Kill... Kill... Killin' me
That I'm still in love with you...









Thursday, October 30, 2008














"It's in the trees! 
It's coming!" 

When I was a child: 
Running in the night, 
Afraid of what might be 

Hiding in the dark, 
Hiding in the street, 
And of what was following me... 

the hounds of love are hunting me
I've always been a coward, 
And I don't know what's good for me. 

(Well) Here I go! 
It's coming for me through the trees. 
Help me, someone! 
Help me, please! 

Take my shoes off, 
And (i will) throw them in the lake, 
And I'll be 
Two steps on the water. 

I found a fox 
Caught by dogs. 
He let me take him in my hands. 

His little heart, 
It beats so fast, 
And I'm ashamed of running away 

From nothing real-- 
I just can't deal with this, 
But I'm still afraid to be this, 

Among your hounds of love, 
And feel your arms surrounding me. 
I've always been a coward, 
I never know what's good for me. 

(well),here I go! 
Don't let me go! 
Hold me down! 
It's coming for me through the trees. 
Help me, darling
Help me, please! 

Take my shoes off 
And throw them in the lake, 
And I'll be 
Two steps on the water. 

I don't know what's good for me. 
I don't know what's good for me. 
I need yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yo yeah yo 
Your love! 

Take your shoes off 
And throw them in the lake! 

Do you know what I really need? 
Do you know what I really need? 
I need yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!



[welcome back kate]



Thursday, October 23, 2008

just because







Monday, October 20, 2008

it's not serious...







Saturday, October 11, 2008

revolt











i know you did


Friday, October 10, 2008

coz i luv u


Friday, October 3, 2008




Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.

Good morning, good morning, good morning...

Going to work don't want to go feeling loww down
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town
Everybody knows there's nothing doing
Everything is closed it's like a ruin
Everyone you see is half asleep.
And you're on your own you're in the street.

After a while you start to smile now you feel cool.
Then you decide to take a walk by the old school.
Nothing had changed it's still the same
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.

Good morning, good morning, good morning...

People running round it's five o'clock.
Everywhere in town it's getting dark.
Everyone you see is full of life.
It's time for tea and meet the wife.

Somebody needs to know the time, glad that I'm here.
Watching theskirts start to flirt now you're in gear.
Go to a show you hope she goes.
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.

Good morning, good morning, good morning...




[landed]


Tuesday, September 9, 2008



i tried in every ways, i did everything that was possible to be done. alright, not everything. i did what was humanly possible to me without humiliating myself too much. i did what more than four years of friendship made me do. i swallowed the pride, erased my tendency to be bipolary capricious, kept my technical/professional/intellectual abilities in the shade. i accepted last-minute change of plans, non-inclusions in social-like events in which we could take the risk of being seen in public, kept secrets that were never asked to be kept. i blurred personality, traced an omnipresent smile in every communication, coloured with the sweetness i could all the answers, even the ones whose questions made them potentially sour.
even so, i didn't get it. it was like buying a puzzle that, although it had come sealed from the factory, seemed that had been opened in the middle of the way and someone had switched the pieces in a way they would never fit. i kept my mind open and i still managed to fit some pieces after taking a deep breath, but i thought about putting it aside many times. probably too many. but then there was one more piece that would fit, and another, and another, and i would almost forget how difficult it had been.
but this time it turned to be impossible. i believe i even ruined a part of it trying to figure out if the mistake wasn't mine. as soon as i was sure of that, i put it away in the drawer, sadly assured that i will never take it again.

i gave up. but i still have nightmares about it.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Guilty Pleasure part II


In These Arms (Keep The Faith, 1992)




Keep The Faith (Keep The Faith, 1992)




I'll Sleep When I'm Dead (Keep The Faith, 1992)






Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Guilty Pleasure part I



Runaway (
Bon Jovi, 1984)





Never Say Goodbye (Slippery When Wet, 1986)




Wanted Dead Or Alive (Slippery When Wet, 1986)





Bad Medicine (New Jersey, 1988)





Monday, September 1, 2008

Here She Comes Now


The Velvet Underground



Nirvana




Friday, August 15, 2008

Thursday, June 19, 2008


Tirei o verniz das unhas das mãos e pés, tirei o piercing, cortei a pulseira do tornozelo esquerdo, limpei a maquilhagem. Penteei o cabelo todo para trás, todo apanhado muito muito apertado, com muita laca para não cair, vesti uns collants cor-de-rosa e um fato azul marinho. Calcei umas meias-pontas em cetim cor-de-rosa com fitas a condizer, bem apertadas e com as pontas metidas para dentro, e coloquei o elástico azul igual ao fato na cintura.
Peguei nos sapatos de carácter e sai para o corredor. Prenderam com um alfinete de ama um número "3" bordado a ponto de cruz e ataram-me uma fita branca no cabelo apanhado atrás.
Segui para o corredor e peguei na saia preta com as listas de cetim azuis. E quando a sineta soou olhei de relance para o espelho do vestiário; uma miúda de 15 ou 16 anos a fazer assessement de grau 5.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


I still dream of algernon.
I wake up crying.
You're making rain,
And you're just in reach,
When you and sleep escape me.
You're like my yo-yo
That glowed in the dark.
What made it special
Made it dangerous,
So I bury it
And forget.
But every time it rains,
You're here in my head
,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.
On top of the world,
Looking over the edge,
You could see them coming.
You looked too small
In their big, black car,
To be a threat to the men in power.
I hid my yo-yo
In the garden.
I cant hide you
From the government.
Oh, god, daddy--
I won't forget,
cause every time it rains,
You're here in my head
,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.
The sun's coming out.
Your son's coming out.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

[ich vermisse dich]




Der Kommissar (live 1982)



Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Guess your dreams always end.
They don't rise up just descend,
But I don't care anymore,
I've lost the will to want more,
I'm not afraid not at all,
I watch them all as they fall,
But I remember when we were young.

Those with habits of waste,
Their sense of style and good taste,
Of making sure you were right,
Hey don't you know you were right?
I'm not afraid anymore,
I keep my eyes on the door,
But I remember ...

Tears of sadness for you,
More upheaval for you,
Reflects a moment in time,
A special moment in time,
Yeah we wasted our time,
We didn't really have time,
But we remember when we were young.

And all God's angels beware,
And all you judges beware,
Sons of chance, take good care,
For all the people not there,
I'm not afraid anymore,
I'm not afraid anymore,
I'm not afraid anymore,
Oh, I'm not afraid anymore.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008



'The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt'
Sylvia Plath

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

again and again

Monday, March 10, 2008

(des)conjuguei-me toda

Eu escrevo Eu escrevi Eu escrevia Eu escreverei Eu escrevera
Tu escreves Tu escreveste Tu escrevias Tu escreverás Tu escreveras
Ele escreve Ele escreveu Ele escrevia Ele escreverá Ele escrevera
Nós escrevemos Nós escrevemos Nós escrevíamos Nós escreveremos Nós escrevêramos
Vós escreveis Vós escrevestes Vós escrevíeis Vós escrevereis Vós escrevêreis
Eles escrevem Eles escreveram Eles escreviam Eles escreverão Eles escreveram

Eu escreveria (que)Eu escrevesse (que)Eu escreva (se)Eu escrever
Tu escreverias Tu escrevesses Tu escrevas Tu escreveres
Ele escreveria Ele escrevesse Ele escreva Ele escrever
Nós escreveríamos Nós escrevêssemos Nós escrevamos Nós escrevermos
Vós escreveríeis Vós escrevêsseis Vós escrevais Vós escreverdes
Eles escreveriam Eles escrevessem Eles escrevam Eles escreverem

Escrevendo Escrito Escreve Tu
Escrevei Vós

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Linda

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

out of the dark (and into the light)


Ich krieg von dir niemals genug
Du bist in jedem Atemzug
Alles dreht sich nur um dich
warum ausgerechnet ich?
Zähl die Stunden, die Sekunden
doch die Zeit scheint still zu steh'n
Hab mich geschunden, gewunden
laß mich gehen - was willst Du noch?
Willst Du meine Tage zählen?
Warum mußt Du mich mit meiner Sehnsucht quälen?
Deine Hölle brennt in mir
Du bist mein Überlebensexlixier
Ich bin zerrissen
..
wann kommst Du meine Wunden küssen?
..
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and close my eyes
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and you rest your tears to the night
Ich bin bereit, denn es ist Zeit
für unser'n Pakt über die Ewigkeit
Du bist schon da,
ganz nah
ich kann Dich spür'n
Laß mich verführ'n, laß mich entführ'n
Heute Nacht zum letzten Mal
ergeben deiner Macht
Reich mir die Hand, mein Leben
Nenn mir den Preis
Ich schenk' Dir gestern, heute und morgen
Und dann schließt sich der Kreis
Kein Weg zurück,
das weiße Licht rückt näher, Stück für Stück
will mich ergeben
..
muß ich denn sterben,
..
um zu leben?
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and close my eyes
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and you rest your tears to the night
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and close my eyes
Out of the dark
Hörst Du die Stimme, die dir sagt
Into the light
I give up and you rest your tears to the night

Saturday, January 12, 2008

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Tuesday, January 1, 2008




She says there's ants in the carpet
Dirty little monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning TV
You're looking so healthy
We all say
Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
Cause we feel the same
We kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of a century... oh, it's nothing special
Sex on the TV
Everybody's at it
The mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
He gives her a cuddle
They're glowing in a huddle
Good night TV
You're all made up
And you're looking like me
Can you eat her yes you can
Oh, end of a century... oh, it's nothing special