Love hurts - Incubus

Sabiam isto?!!!

Tonight we drink to youth
And holding fast to truth
(I don't want to lose what I had as a boy.)
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat.
(As common as a cold day in LA.)
Sometimes when I'm alone, I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?

Love hurts...
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive.

I'm fettered and abused,
I stand naked and accused
(Should I surface this one man submarine?)
I only want the truth
So tonight we drink to youth!
(I'll never lose what I had as a boy.)
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?

Love hurts...
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive.

Dos homens e das mulheres

Eis um tema de reflexão que se presta a muitas divagações.
Quando eu era miúda, havia muitas regras que determinavam o que homens e mulheres eram e podiam fazer.
Um homem não usava cabelo comprido, nem brincos. [Havia uns hippies que estragavam tudo. Mas esses eram uns degenerados e ninguém os ia imitar! Quanto a jóias masculinas, havia o cordão de ouro com o crucifixo, o anel, a pulseira - muitas vezes com o nome - os botões de punho e o alfinete de gravata. Mas brincos - não, de certeza!]
Um homem evitava o perfume e não fazia nada em casa (não fosse passar por "maricas"!).
Um homem não chorava ["nem com as tripas na mão", dizia-se].
Um homem evitava mostrar os seus sentimentos em público.
Um homem tinha de ter iniciativa.
Já com as mulheres, era outra a história.
As mulheres não usavam calças. Era mais decente andar de mini-saia. Calças é que nunca!
Tinha de ser uma "fada do lar" (mesmo que não tivesse jeito nenhum para tal coisa!). [Nota do autor: eu desembaraço-me muito bem!]
As mulheres choravam. E muito!!! Para mostrar que eram sensíveis!
As mulheres usavam brincos. [Pudera! Furavam-lhes as orelhas em bébé, com medo que as confundissem com meninos! Eu escapei a esse destino.]
Haveria muito mais a dizer sobre o assunto, mas a lista já vai longa!
E a tradição já não é o que era!
Porque agora os homens usam cabelos compridos e brincos e pulseiras e colares e tratam das suas casas. E choram, quando sentem necessidade disso. E não têm vergonha em revelar os seus sentimentos.
E as mulheres usam calças e sapatilhas. Cabelo curto já é mais raro. Choram quando precisam e fazem o mesmo relativamente a tomar iniciativas. Sabem conduzir e não ficam emnvergonhadas se não souberem fazer tudo em casa. Muitas nem têm tempo para isso!
O problema é encontrar novos descritores para dizer o que é um homem e o que é uma mulher!
Pequena ajuda: até ver, somos nós que damos à luz (quando temos filhos) e que os amamentamos (sem recurso ao célebre biberon!).
Mas não penso que o mundo seja pior, porque já não é igual ao que era!!!

Macaquinhos no sótão

É o que acontece quando se pensa demais.
Era o que a minha mãe me dizia, quando eu era pequena e passava tempo demais a pensar na mesma coisa: "Ficas com macaquinhos no sótão!"
Os feriados são excelentes para povoar os nossos sótãos!!!

People ain't no good - Nick Cave

People just ain’t no good
I think that’s well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain’t no good

We were married under cherry trees
Under blossom we made pour vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds

The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We’d buy the sunday newspapers
And never read a single word

People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good

Seasons came, seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking it’s fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veils

People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good at all

To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain’t no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain’t no good

It ain’t that in their hearts they’re bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you’re ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain’t that in their hearts they’re bad
They’d stick by you if they could
But that’s just bullshit
People just ain’t no good

People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good at all

Into my arms - Nick Cave

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

Love letter - Nick Cave

I hold this letter in my hand
A plea, a petition, a kind of prayer
I hope it does as I have planned
Losing her again is more than I can bear
I kiss the cold, white envelope
I press my lips against her name
Two hundred words. We live in hope
The sky hangs heavy with rain

Love Letter Love Letter
Go get her Go get her
Love Letter Love Letter
Go tell her Go tell her

A wicked wind whips up the hill
A handful of hopeful words
I love her and I always will
The sky is ready to burst
Said something I did not mean to say
Said something I did not mean to say
Said something I did not mean to say
It all came out the wrong way

Love Letter Love letter
Go get her Go get her
Love Letter Love letter
Go tell her Go tell her

Rain your kisses down upon me
Rain your kisses down in storms
And for all who`ll come before me
In your slowly fading forms
I`m going out of my mind
Will leave me standing in
The rain with a letter and a prayer
Whispered on the wind

Come back to me
Come back to me
O baby please come back to me

Do you love me? - Nick Cave

I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
I'll love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On and endless night, silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you
She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete and small
I found God and all His devils inside her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you
She had a heartful of love and devotion
She had a mindful of tyranny and terror
Well, I try, I do, I really try
But I just err, baby, I do, I error
So come find me, my darling one
I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs
Ah, here she comes, blocking the sun
Blood running down the inside of her legs
The moon in the sky is battered and mangled
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you
All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you