"I will end up lost in confusion..."

Tava tocando na tv agorinha ;)



Dear, I fear we're facing a problem
you love me no longer, I know
and maybe there is nothing
that I can do to make you do
Mama tells me I shouldn't bother
that I ought just stick to another man
a man that surely deserves me
but I think you do!

So I cry, and I pray and I beg

Love me love me
say that you love me
fool me fool me
go on and fool me
love me love me
pretend that you love me
lead me lead me
just say that you need me

So I cried, and I begged for you to
Love me love me
say that you love me
lead me lead me
just say that you need me
I can't care about anything but you

Lately I have desperately pondered,
spent my nights awake and I wonder
what I could have done in another way
to make you stay
Reason will not reach a solution
I will end up lost in confusion
I don't care if you really care
as long as you don't go

So I cry, I pray and I beg

Love me love me
say that you love me
fool me fool me
go on and fool me
love me love me
pretend that you love me
lead me lead me
just say that you need me

So I cried, and I begged for you to
Love me love me
say that you love me
lead me lead me
just say that you need me
I can't care about anything but you

(anything but you)

Love me love me
say that you love me
fool me fool me
go on and fool me
Love me love me
I know that you need me
I can't care about anything but you

The end...

"It’s hell
I yell
But no one hears

Before I disappear"

"I've had enough mistery"

Esperar... minha vida ultimamente tem sido uma grande espera. Esperando por todo tipo de respostas, e por várias coisas acontecerem. Algumas estão me desgastando.

Há tempos não me via ansiosa como estou agora. Mas por outro lado até que estou tranquila. Só que é difícil esperar coisas que não dependem de mim. Aguardar instruções, etc. "The waiting drove me maaaad, you're finally here and I'm a mess"...lol

Estava vendo hoje "Para sempre ao seu lado", onde o cachorrinho passa a vida inteira esperando por seu dono, mesmo depois que ele morre. É bonitinho, e me fez lembrar várias esperas, antigas e atuais. Tinha tempo que não esperava tanto. Ou por tanta  coisa, ou por tanta gente. E isso me fez lembrar também a música da vez, que aliás poderiam ser várias outras, que eu usei muito em uma situação de espera e de dESesPERO (exagero). Hihihi

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

Now I was sitting waiting wishing
That you believed in superstitions
Then maybe you'd see the signs
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
And ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool
Learning loving somebody don't make them love you

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?

I sang your songs I danced your dance
I gave your friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you
And maybe you been through this before
But its my first time
So please ignore
The next few lines cause they're directed at you

I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool
I keep playing your part
But its not my scene
Wont this plot not twist?
I've had enough mystery.
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well im already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting

Well if I was in your position
Id put down all my ammunition
I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I'm not you
And If I was I wouldn't be so cruel
Cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
No I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool, foool

O poder da igualdade...

Hoje estava em uma reunião discutindo eixos astrológicos aplicados as luas e surgiu uma quesão de relações mal resolvidas e comportamentos e padrões repetitivos. Onde sempre há um lado que "marca" mais o outro.
Por que as coisas tem que acontecer assim?
Na verdade, sempre me questionei muito por que nas relações humanas ocorrem essas disputas de poder. Porém quando se gosta mesmo, não deve haver esse tipo de questão. Mas sim uma tentativa de equilíbrio e aceitação pois quando um quer dominar o outro, a tendência ao sadismo é extrema (enquanto posto isso, passa jogos mortais na tv... rs). Isso tudo pode parecer meio utópico, mas na verdade acredito que conversando as pessoas se entendem e podem conviver muito bem com suas diferenças ou similaridades;)



The Power Of Equality Lyrics

I've got a soul
That cannot sleep
At night when something
Just ain't right
Blood red
But without sight
Exploding egos
In the night
Mix like sticks
Of dynamite
Red black or white
This is my fight
Come on courage
Let's be heard
Turn feelings
Into words
American equality
Has always been sour
An attitude
I would like to devour
My name is peace
This is my hour
Can I get
Just a little bit of power

The power of equality
Is not yet what it ought to be (ought to be)
It fills me up like a hollow tree (hollow tree)
The power of equality

Right or wrong
My song is strong
You don't like it
Get along
Say what I want
Do what I can
Death to the message
Of the Ku Klux Klan
I don't buy supremacy
Media chief
You menace me
The people you say
'Cause all the crime
Wake up motherfucker
And smell the slime
Blackest anger
Whitest fear
Can you hear me
Am I clear
My name is peace
This is my hour
Can I get
Just a little bit of power

The power of equality
Is not yet what it ought to be (ought to be)
It fills me up like a hollow tree (hollow tree)
The power of equality

I've got tapes
I've got CD's
I've got my public enemy
My lilly white ass
Is tickled pink
When I listen to the music
That makes me think
Not another
Motherfuckin' politician
Doin' nothin' but something
For his own ambition
Never touch
The sound we make
Soul sacred love
Vows that we take
To create straight
What is true
Yo he's with me
And what I do
My name is peace
This is my hour
Can I get
Just a little bit of power

The power of equality
Is not yet what it ought to be (ought to be)
It fills me up like a hollow tree (hollow tree)
The power of equality

Madder than a motherfucker
Lick my finger
Can't forget
'Cause the memory lingers
Count 'em off quick
Little piccadilly sickness
Take me to the hick
Eat my thickness
I've got a welt
From the bible belt
Dealing with the hand
That I've been dealt
Sitting in the grip
Of a killing fist
Giving up blood
Just to exist
Rub me wrong
And I get pissed
No I cannot
Get to this
People in pain
I do not dig it
Change of brain
For Mr Bigot

Little brother do you hear me
Have a heart oh come get near me
Misery is not my friend
But I'll break before I bend
What I see is insanity
What ever happened to humanity
What ever happened to humanity
What ever happened to humanity

"Intensity is something that I'm made of"

Ahahaha, sempre achei essa msiquinha legal, desde a primeira que ouvi: " I know you love me, love like a piece of trash". Ainda não fiz a real aplicação disso na minha vida, mas deve ter algum profundo significado sim... rs



S-O-U-R

mellow out

bitch

lay low

I thought I knew ya
took the time to throw my love into ya
screw ya
cuz now you got me sittin in the sewer
I'm through with all them roller coaster rides
see, I ain't forgot about the knots that you beein tieing with my insides
I dropped my pride
without you I was sure to die
I tried with cash
and all I could, to make it last
now I accepted that was in the past
I know you love me
love me like a piece of trash

but at first you were so sweet
couldn't go without seein' your face for an hour
so sour
it all became a hassle
you were even living in my castle
just to use me
and verbally abuse me
that's not the way I'm running my shop
it took a while to see the light before I stopped
and you got dropped off
it's over, probably I'll be sweating it
but in the long run you'll be the one regrettin' it
maybe you won't, maybe you will
but baby, you're still about as real as a three dollar bill

--chorus--
there's no one to blame but you
who gets the blame? me
no one to blame but you
who gets the blame? me

ohh ohh, I sound like a bitch, a little bitch in heat
with all that anger that I'm feelin bitch I think it's heat
another split tail just another split tail
thanks for the lesson now get your shit and hit the trail
we know I'm coming from the old school
you damn fool
intensity is something that I'm made of
and certainly I'm not afraid of
a little smack in my face
thanks for the taste

--chorus--
there's no one to blame but you
and who gets the blame? me
no one to blame but you
and who gets the blame? me

it's all on me
there's no on to blame
me

whatever
i think that, uh, i'd like to, uh, turn myself around and turn it over to uh...

"If I don't fall apart..."

Essa frase está na minha cabeça desde domingo a tarde. Não que eu esteja pensando em retroceder. De forma alguma! Mas estou meio estranha, me sentindo meio anestesiada, com as coisas suspensas, nem caem nem voam... é estranha essa sensação. Uma inquietação quieta... sei lá. Há muitas coisas a serem resolvidas e ditas, preciso descobrir como fazê-lo. Tavez essa sensação passe um pouco quando voltar para o mundo real, digo, Brasília :/

If I keep holding out
Will the light shine through?
Under this broken roof
It's only rain that I feel
I've been wishin' out the days
Oh oh oh
Come back

I have been planning out
All that I'd say to you
Since you slipped away
Know that I still remain true
I've been wishin' out the days
Please say that if you hadn't have gone now
I wouldn't have lost you another way
From wherever you are
Oh oh oh oh
Come back

And these days, they linger on, yeah, yeah
And in the night, I've been waiting for
The real possibility that I may meet you in my dreams
I go to sleep

If I don't fall apart
Will my memory stay clear?
So you had to go
And I had to remain here
But the strangest thing today
So far away and yet you feel so close
I'm not going to question it any other way
There must be an open door for you
To come back

And the days they linger on, yeah
And every night what I'm waiting for
Is the real possibility that I may meet you in my dreams
Sometimes you're there and you're talking back to me
Come the morning I could swear that you're next to me
And it's ok

It's ok, it's ok

I'll be here
Come back, come back
I'll be here
Come back, come back
I'll be here
Come back, come back

Você sempre ouviu, mas nunca escutou...

Sim, tenho problemas com relacionamentos e sei que todos tem. Mas sou um pouquinho pior. Minha vênus me faz idealizar e escolher demais, e ai persigo esse ideal porém ele foge de mim e decide virar loureiro como Daphne? Ok. terei de brilhar no céu sozinha como Apolo.

Mas será que não posso ter um lado soft? Fresco? Confortável? Onde eu possa simplesmente me jogar? Posso!

Entretanto, é muito difícil conseguir, pois o ideal do momento persegue outra lua. Talvez, por isso, exista mais de uma vitória-régia. :(

Doce pra que te quero :P

Gosto de comer o doce antes da comida. Porque as pessoas não conseguem processar isso?

Hoje na hora do almoço, fiquei com vontade de comer um docinho e depois de fazer o pedido da comida fiz o do doce. A comida chegou e o doce nada... Foi irritante.

Por que querem me fazer achar que isso é errado? Fui criada assim!!!

Se minha glicose está baixa quero um doce e se estou a algum tempo sem comer minha glcose está baixa. Já cansei de explicar isso.

Adoro doces. Seu gosto, seu cheiro, sua textura; então, neste caso, não faz sentido "to save the best for last". Não quero sujar meu palato com outras coisas antes do doce.

Se já estiver alimentada, não faz mais sentido comê-lo.

"Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say "

Falei muita coisa mas preciso de tempo pra pensar se ainda ficou alguma coisa... Sempre vivi de brainstormings mas no momento não estou conseguindo processar muito bem... Essa música me ajuda a passar um pouco do que minha confusão mental tenta processar neste momento. :P



Every time i think of you
I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine, but it's a problem i find
Living a life that i can't leave behind

There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows

Chorus:
Every time i see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You say the words that i can't say

I feel fine and i feel good
I feel like i never should
Whenever i get this way, i just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday

I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself that if i hurt someone else
Then i'll never see just what we're meant to be

Chorus

Every time i see you falling i'll
Get down on my knees and pray;
I'm waiting for the final moment you'll
Say the words that i can't say.

" I'm never better than your latest plan"

Sempre adorei muito essa música, tinha séculos que não ouvia e acordei com ela na cabeça hoje!!!!!
Vai saber porque... Hahahaha
Mas talvez, ela represente uma forma como eu deixo as pessoas me usarem, às vezes.


Been It
The Cardigans

Baby boy
Your face is pretty and your life's a toy
Master man
I'm never better than your latest plan
Poor donee
what are you gonna try to be
where are you gonna go without me now

I've been your mother, I've been your father
who can ask me for more
I've been your sister, I've been your mistress
maybe I was your whore
who can ask me for more

Superstar
I've tried to educate your childish heart
I made your bed
and I was in it when your faith was dead
poor donee
what are you gonna try to be
where are you gonna go without me now

Sweetiepie
I'm you personal pro, you know
you know what number to try when to cry