Indifference...

Foto: Rui José

Indifference
Pearl Jam
Vs. (1993)

I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone
Watch as she lies silent, for soon night will be gone
Oh, I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam
Oh, I will make my way, through, one more day in Hell...
How much difference does it make
How much difference does it make, yeah...

I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
Oh, I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired
Oh, I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
Hey, I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind
How much difference does it make
Mmm, how much difference does it make...how much difference...

I'll swallow poison, until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference
How much difference does it make

Perfect Day

Foto: Rui José

Perfect Day
Lou Reed
Transformer (1972)

Just a perfect day,
Drink Sangria in the park,
And then later, when it gets dark,
We go home.
Just a perfect day,
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie, too,
And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.

Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.

You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow...

FELIZ NATAL!

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+ 1 Comboio
Letra: Jorge Palma
Música: Flak
in: Espanta Espíritos

Vejo tanto olhar encafuado
Em automóveis bestiais
Casos graves de bem estar,
Por mais que tenham, nunca têm a mais.

Aleijados do conforto,
Refugiados na t.v.,
O pior não é estar triste,
O pior é não saber porquê.

Há o entretenimento
Há o remoto control
Há-de haver mais um comboio
Para o centro comercial

Nesta altura ninguém faz greve,
Embora muitos tentem adormecer
Alguns vão derretendo a neve
Nas colheres a ferver.

Nas entradas do metro, o frio
É combatido com papel de jornal
Útil informação para os que estão na frente,
Cegos pelas luzes do Natal.