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

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.)

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

"Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner."

[what do you think I'd see/ if I could walk away from me?]

porque sou feia. porque não tenho as coisas onde devia ter. porque nunca seria bonita, por mais que tentasse. porque não tenho paciência para tentar. porque os poucos talentos que tenho não me servem de nada no que toca a atingir alguma coisa que se veja. porque em tudo o resto em que não tenho talento sou menos que medíocre. porque nunca ninguém me admirou, a menos que fosse psicopata ou tivesse um parafuso a menos. porque nunca fiz parte de uma lista de "as mais desejadas" ou semelhante. porque não me devia importar se fiz ou não parte dessa lista. porque não me devia importar sequer se existe essa lista. porque finjo ser superior a coisas que devia ser e não sou. porque faço um sorriso parvo quando estou magoada. porque me faço de forte e de fria e depois choro às escondidas. porque não sou nem forte nem fria nem sequer o contrário. porque não me consigo definir. porque não interesso a ninguém apenas por aquilo que sou. porque o meu maior talento é ser animalzinho amestrado. porque odeio as pessoas. porque me odeio a mim. porque sim.

'it hurts when you touch and i'm sober enough not to please'

e um e dois e plié e estendeu e repete com port de bras põe o rabo para dentro sua feia e olhar para fora e cinco e seis e grand plié e passa por demi antes de subir! estende muito olhar para fora mas o que é que vos deu hoje? e sete e oito e degagé e espera e espera e olha para a mão e fechou em quinta e outra vez e dois e três e braços compridos esticar o pescoço e cinco ai se eu vou aí bato-vos onde é que está o pescoço? e port de bras tem tempo e baixa sem empinar o rabo e seis pescoço comprido e sete e oito e espera e espera e não corre! cabeça para a frente olha o degagé e olha para a mão e sobe muito bonito e fica aguenta aguenta aguenta alguém mandou descer? desce devagarinho e relevé demi-detournée e quero tudo igual para o outro lado.










o ballet faz-me prisão de ventre.

you're better off without me, mein Herr

maxwell leather demon rock hand jive

linda. mas assim muito e bastante.

Lene Lovich

you
shouldn't
cheat
yourself













photo by sal. | dec. 2006

[felt like changing]

dói tanto...

maybe

i'm sick of this. i think you're a child. i think you are all mistaken. i can see clearly where this is heading to and i'm sure that if you could see it too, you wouldn't like the way this is going to end. but i'm a mere spectator of the show, i just sit here and watch and i can't interfere with the movie. i'm sad you couldn't see where you were getting into, now it's too late but i shouldn't be concerned about it for it's not my life and it's not my business and i have nothing to do with it. or maybe i do. i don't know it for sure anymore. i'm sick of playing stupid little games and i'm giving up on it. maybe. or maybe not. as a matter of fact, i DO enjoy playing games, but i like to win all the time, i never take a second place as an answer. so if you could just see thru my point of view, or maybe i could open my mind for you considering that is something unspeakable and unexplainable, maybe, just maybe, you could see what i mean. or maybe not.

eu sou parva

















aliás, bastante parva





































paciência, acontece...

i want out








or in...



































































felt your arm around me last night

25 years over Kate Bush' The Dreaming

The Dreaming was Kate Bush' fourth album; by that time, she had already reached a comfortable status and was becoming kind of tired of playing the same piano-melody-song game. With Never For Ever' success, Kate knew it was time to try something different. By that time, Kate met Peter Gabriel (with whom she would later cooperate in Don't Give Up), who showed himself very interested in the way Kate composed her songs. When she told him she would do the melody in the piano, then start adding other instruments and voices, he told her : 'Darling, that's not the way it is done. First you do the drum beats, then you sing along with it and THEN you start adding instruments." And so she did.
The Dreaming is a weird album, in which recordings Kate barely left the studio and experimented things that had never been done before, such as didjeridoo ("The Dreaming"), animal sounds wisely added by her brother Paddy ("Get Out Of My House") and sang about delicate issues such as the aborigenies ("The Dreaming") and the Vietnam War ("Pull Out The Pin"). When she mastered it and delievered it to EMI for editing and distribution, they thought she was mad and refused to edit the album. But they couldn't turn their back on their golden girl so, after a few negotiations, a few copies of the album were released in UK. As expected, it sold bad. Kate was said to be "crazy", "possessed", or, less dramatic, "too advanced for her time".
To redeam herself, she released "Hounds Of Love" and EMI forgave her (although there was still a few problems with Hounds Of Love' major single, Running Up That Hill, that was supposed to be called A Deal With God; the title was changed because no song containing the word God in the title was allowed to be broadcasted).
25 years later, the album is more fabulous than ever. Now there is history enough to look at The Dreaming with admiration and listening to it is a vital experience to any musician. My advice : buy it in vinyl.