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Happiness


I don’t have plans and schemes
And I don’t have hopes and dreams
I, I, I don’t have anything
Since I don’t have you

And I don’t have fond desires
And I don’t have happy hours
I don’t have anything
Since I don’t have you

Happiness and I guess
I never will again
When you walked out on me
In walked ol’ misery
And she’s been here since then

[spoken] Yeah, we’re fucked!

I don’t have love to share
And I don’t have one who cares
I don’t have anything
Since I don’t have you

You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh yeah!

(Guns N’ Roses , Since I Don’T Have You)


E as águas desse rio
Onde vão, eu não sei.


Rendezvous

One empty place, at a table for two,
Our agent in rome, a cafe rendez-vous,
The seat is soon taken, contact is made,
Surveyed by another whose secret is safe.

Whose side are you on?
Whose side are you on?

The courier falls, the coffee was drugged.
The waiter makes off with the microdot.
You don’t have to believe to play that double cross,
Spying for the side that pays them the most

Whose side are you on?

Whose that someone on the inside, an undercover mole?
Too late to use a lie detector, now some heads will roll.

(Matt Bianco ‘Whose Side Are You On?’)


with all your might

Give me the night
In summer or in springtime
To tell the world..

Aretha Franklin
‘Never Let Me Go’


quitting the blues of the world

I’m sitting on the top of the world,
just rolling along, just rolling along
I’m quitting the blues of the world,
just singing a song, just singing a song


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Things have come to a pretty pass
Our romance is growing flat,
For you like this and the other
While I go for this and that,
Goodness knows what the end will be
Oh I don’t know where I’m at
It looks as if we two will never be one
Something must be done:

You say either and I say either, You say neither and I say neither
Either, either Neither, neither, Let’s call the whole thing off.

You like potato and I like potahto, You like tomato and I like tomahto
Potato, potahto, Tomato, tomahto, Let’s call the whole thing off

But oh, if we call the whole thing off Then we must part
And oh, if we ever part, then that might break my heart

So if you go for oysters and I go for ersters, I’ll order oysters and cancel
the ersters
For we know we need each other so we, Better call the calling off off,
Let’s call the whole thing off.

(Louis Armstrong, ‘Let’s call the whole thing off’)


Saturday Night Special

Two feets they come a creepin’
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin’ naked
Creeper think he got nothin’ to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man’s reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes

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It’s the Saturday night special
Got a barrel that’s blue and cold
Ain’t no good for nothin’
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim’s been drinkin’ whiskey
And playing poker on a losin’ night
And pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin’
Somebody been cheatin’ and lyin’
So Big Jim commences to fightin’
I wouldn’t tell you no lie
And Big Jim done pull his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

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Well hand guns are made for killin’
They ain’t no good for nothin’ else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don’t we dump ’em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some ole fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

Lynyrd Skynyrd “Saturday Night Special”, Sngwr: Edward King & Ronnie Van Zant


not a destination

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That one last shot’s a Permanent Vacation
And a how high can you fly with broken wings
Life’s a journey – not a destination
And I just can’t tell just what tomorrow brings

You have to learn to crawl
Before you learn to walk
But I just couldn’t listen 
To all that righteous talk oh yeah
I was out on the street
Just tryin’ to survive
Scratchin’ to stay alive

It’s amazing
With the blink of an eye
You finally see the light
Oh it’s amazing
When the moment arrives
That you know you’ll be alright
Oh it’s amazing
And I’m saying a prayer
For the desperate hearts tonight

(Aerosmith, ”Amazing”)


Hare Hare

Love love
Love love
Drop out
Drop out
Be in
Be in

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Take trips get high
Laugh joke and good bye
Beat drum and old tin pot
I’m high on you know what

…Beads, flowers, freedom, happiness…


Nyaaaahahahahaa

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Nel cor più non mi sento
brillar la gioventù,
cagion del mio tormento,
amor, sei colpa tu,

Mi pizzichi, mi stuzzichi,
mi pungichi, mi mastichi;
che cosa è qesto ahimè?
pietà, pietà, pietà!
amore è un certo che,
che disperer mi fa.

(Comp: Giovanni Paisiello)


Sun

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Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right
It’s all right

(The Beatles, “Here Comes The Sun”)


2 king potato

august 28th. beheaded potatoes.

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I’m crying everyone’s tears
And there inside our private war
I died the night before
And all of these remnants of joy and disaster
What am I suppose to do


I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul
But nothing would change, nothing would change at all
It’s just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing’s any good

The DJ’s playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder if this grief will ever let me go
I feel like I am the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow

I suppose I could just walk away
But I’ll disappoint my future if I stay
It’s just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothing’s any good

The DJ’s playing the same song
I have so much to do
I have to carry on
I wonder will this grief ever be gone
Will it ever go
I’m the king of sorrow, yeah
The king of sorrow

I’m crying everyone’s tears
I have already paid for all my future sins
There’s nothing anyone
Can say to take this away
It’s just another day and nothing’s any good

I’m the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow
I’m the king of sorrow, yeah
King of sorrow

(Sade Adu, ‘King Of Sorrow’)


look up, look down, look around

Look down, look down
That lonesome road
Before you travel on

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Look up, look up
And seek your maker
Before Gabriel blows his horn
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I’m weary of toting, such a heavy load
Trudging down, that lonesome road
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Look down, look down
That lonesome road
Before you travel on
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I’m weary of toting, such a heavy load
Trudging down, that lonesome road
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Look down, look down
That lonesome road
Before you travel on
Before you travel on

(Madeleine Peyroux; Sngwr: Shilkret, Nathaniel; Austin, Gene )


sea of trash

Got a foot in the door
God knows what for
And he’ll cut me down to size
Stupidity tries
Everything here is free
Everything but you and me
This painting never dries
Stupidity tries

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Savannah shoulder raised a cheer
Coloring the sky with ash
Because they found some privateer
To sail across the sea of trash
The enemy is within
Don’t confuse me with him
The truth is otherwise
Stupidity tries
And so I go from floor to floor
Looking for a port of call
Another drunk conquistador
Conquering the governor’s ball
Couldn’t think of a thing
That I hope tomorrow brings
Oh what a surprise
Stupidity tries

(Elliott Smith)


The apple tree is reserved

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Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin’ home

Don’t go walkin’ down Lover’s Lane with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don’t go walkin’ down Lover’s Lane with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin’ home

I just got word from a guy who heard from the guy next door to me
The girl he met just loves to pet and it fits you to-a-tee
So, don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin’ home

Don’t give out with those lips of yours to anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Watch the girls on the foreign shores, you’ll have to report to me
When you come marchin’ home

Don’t hold anyone on your knee, you better be true to me
You better be true to me, you better be true to me
Don’t hold anyone on your knee, you’re gettin’ the third degree
When you come marchin’ home

You’re on your own where there is no phone and I can’t keep tab on you
Be fair to me, I’ll guarantee this is one thing that I’ll do
I won’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you
Till you come marchin’ home

Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me
And I’ll be true till you come marchin’ home

(Glen Miller; Songwr: Charles Tobias, Sam Stept, Lew Brown)


she said “Burn!”

The sky is red, I don’t understand,
Past midnight I still see the land.
People are sayin’ the woman is damned,
She makes you burn with a wave of her hand.
The city’s a blaze, the town’s on fire.
The woman’s flames are reaching higher.
We were fools, we called her liar.
All I hear is “Burn!”

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I didn’t believe she was devil’s sperm.
She said, “Curse you all, you’ll never learn!
When I leave there’s no return.”
The people laughed till she said, “Burn!”
Warning came, no one cared.
Earth was shakin’, we stood and stared.
When it came no one was spared.
Still I hear “Burn!”

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You know we had no time,
we could not even try.
You know we had no time.

You know we had no time,
we could not even try.
You know we had no time.

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The sky is red, I don’t understand,
Past midnight I still see the land.
People are sayin’ the woman is damned,
She makes you burn with a wave of her hand.
Warning came, no one cared.
Earth was shakin, we stood and stared.
When it came no one was spared.
Still I hear “Burn!”

(Deep Purple, Burn)

You know we had no time,
we could not even try.
You know we had no time

a bird day

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me? 
For I must be travelling on, now,
cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see.

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But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn’t be the same.
cause I’m as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.

Bye, bye, it’s been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I can’t change.
But please don’t take it badly,
cause lord knows I’m to blame.
But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldn’t be the same.
Cause I’m as free as a bird now,
And this bird you’ll never change.
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.
Lord help me, I can’t change.

(Allen Collins/Ronnie Vanzant)


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Old shoes have a strange emotional power..out of man’s control. Creased..torn..faded… irresistibly comfortable … true and touching  ..with each scratch full of meaning . A pair of memories..a piece of personality …a perfect end of your feet.

Time to change…and they stand down there, staring at you with that full of meaning silence, weaken you..manipulating your flabby human will…Unable  not to put them on just one more time.

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Deep cureless Affection. Or deep cureless habit. Is there a difference?…has the same appearance, out in the exterior. Voluntary dependence.

Shoes, changing states..changing owners; owners changing, meanwhile.. but staying in the same shoes.

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”…Whoo, I would rather, I would rather go blind, boy
Then to see you walk away from me, child, no

Whoo, so you see, I love you so much
That I don’t wanna watch you leave me, baby
Most of all, I just don’t, I just don’t wanna be free, no…”