quarta-feira, 5 de outubro de 2011

Six feet under... a node in the neck

six feet under...
below a node in the neck that I have ...
that today is the day will be like everyone else?
today will get tired of it all?
because the way I woke up, I would not say much if he ever sleep tonight ...
Why? I do not know very well why ... ... but I think I'll find throughout this day dawned carbon color, nothing makes me believe that this day can improve ...
I do not know when they see you ... because everything I write seems to make any sense ...
I hope not much of Wednesday morning, which to me is lost ....
but please, today just might be my lucky day because I wanted to at least one ...



Pearl Jam

Hey, oh
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the Sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Oh, and all I taught her was everything
Oh, I know she gave me all that she were
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the Sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?

All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all that I'll be, yeah

Uh huh, uh huh, oh
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why
Can't it be, can't it be mine