Dear God

Excelente vídeo realizado por Bryan Sandlin, para a extraordinária cover que Sarah McLachlan fez da música original dos XTC. A letra desta música, refira-se, diz bastante daquilo que eu penso sobre esse tal figura utópica que as religiões criaram. É ouvir e tirar as suas próprias conclusões.

Papyrus do Nilo!

... Isto andava muito calmo ultimamente, não pode ser...

(Can't Find a) Better Man...

Sem qualquer espécie de conotação, de género algum. Apenas e só, porque a melancolia não é a única desculpa plausível para justificar estas coisas.

...I wake up, it's a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired to be fighting
Guess I'm not the fighting kind...

Mater Lacrimarum

Apenas os grunhidos do senhor Filth beliscam esta grande malha. Mas não o suficiente para eu deixar de a colocar aqui. Nice one...

Suicide Is Painless

The sword of time will pierce our skins, It doesn't hurt when it begins... But as it works its way on in, The pain grows stronger... watch it grin, but... (Suicide is painless)...

Empty

Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust
from my face another morning black Sunday
coming down again.. coming down again
Empty vessel empty veins
empty bottle wish for rain that pain again
wash the blood off my face the pulse from my brain
And I feel that pain again

I'm looking over my shoulder cause millions
will whisper I'm killing myself again
Maybe I'm dying faster but nothing ever last I
remember a night from my past when I was
stabbed in the back and its all coming back
And I feel that pain again

I abhor you I condemn you cause this pain
will never end you got away without a
scratch and now you're walking on a lucky
path I have to laugh but you'd better watch
your back

there's pathetic opposition they're the
cause of my condition I'll be coming back
for them I've a solution for this sad
situation nothing left but to kill myself again
Because I'm so empty...

The Grand Conjuration

My Apocalypse

Sudden implosion of silenced emotions
Buried beneath a scarred heart for too long
Delusions of hope fading away
Dying like leaves on frozen soil

My apocalypse is near
I can feel the end... Coming here

Neglecting existence, repulse and repent
An endless journey into the morbid
Whispering voices distorting all senses
Buried beneath a scattered heart for all too long

My apocalypse is near
I can feel the end... Coming here

The bitter taste of a dying dream
Shine the light on our shadows and illusions...

In The Morning Light

...

Is It Gonna Last?

A capacidade que este senhor tem, dizer tudo o que sinto sempre que sinto, da forma que eu diria se tal como ele fosse genial, seja qual for o projecto musical, assusta-me... Poderia divagar sobre todos e quaisquer significados possíveis e imagináveis para esta música, mas não me apetece. Quem a sentir como eu tê-los-à dentro de si, sem papel, tinta ou qualquer outro apêndice inútil...

Ocean Land

A propósito da recente passagem destes senhores pelo nosso país, espectáculo o qual, para meu grande infortúnio, me foi impossível assistir.

Blackest Eyes

... I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes...* *Porcupine Tree, Blackest Eyes (2002) (Excerto)

No One Knows What It's Like...

My Twin

Pyre Of Gods

E porque não são necessários motivos especiais para apreciar um bom som, aproveitem este. A música chama-se Pyre Of Gods, e é dos Tarot, banda de metal finlandesa liderada por Marco Hietala, também ele baixista dos Nightwish.
Enjoy...

Mother

Some anger, to start the month... His eyes, so full of rage... Just the same as in mine, too...

Angel

Kiss The Rain

Teardrop

Hurt...

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
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
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

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...

(Trent Reznor)