Unintended

You could be my unintended choice
to live my life extended
you could be the one i'll always love

you could be the one who listens
to my deepest inquisitions
you could be the one i'll always love

i'll be there as soon as i can
but i'm busy mending broken
pieces of the life i had before

first there was the one who challenged
all my dreams and all my balance
she could never be as good as you

you could be my unintended choice
to live my life extended
you should be the one i'll always love

i'll be there as soon as i can
but i'm busy mending broken
pieces of the life i had before

i'll be there as soon as i can
but i'm busy mending broken
pieces of the life i had before

before you

A história de um bébé

Era uma vez um bébé que deu o seu primeiro grito...o primeiro de muitos...

Um bébé que viria a falhar como filho, irmão, neto, primo, amigo, namorado, estudante entre outras coisas...

Um bébé cujas primeiras palavras foram pai, mãe, jé e olha-olha, um bébé que chorava quando ouvia o assobio do pai pelo telefone, um bébé que dava pontapés no seu coelho azul favorito pois gostava dele, um bébé que adorava mergulhar a cabeça nos bolos de aniversário, um bébé que adorava dormir nas redes da apanha de azeitona do tio, um bébé que adorava que o pai lhe fizesse o cavalinho, um bébé que partia os bibelots da mãe, um bébé que comprava cromos às escondidas, um bébé com muitas histórias...

Um bébé que nunca deu os melhores passos e tomou os melhores caminhos...

Esta é a história de um bébé...até quando?

For the one I...

Who kicked a hole in the sky, so the heavens would cry over me?
Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?

Let there be love

I hope the weather is calm as you sail up your heavenly stream
Suspended clear in the sky are the words that we sing in our dreams

Let there be love

Come on baby blue
Shake up your tired eyes the world is waitin for you
May all your dreaming fill the empty sky

But if it makes you happy
Keep on clapping
Just rememeber i'll be by your side
And if you dont let go
Its gonna pass you by

Who kicked a hole in the sky, so the heavens would cry over me?
Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?

Let there be love

Faltam 9 dias...

para acabar o meu processo de engolir sapos...Antes só que mal acompanhado, e se quiser ser acompanhado por putos estúpidos vou à primaria e não para o IST. Sigam o vosso caminho e que seja bem diferente do meu, e já eu me dou por mt feliz!

If There Is a God

And if there is a God
I know he likes to rock
He likes his loud guitars
And his spiders from Mars
And if there is a God
I know she's watching me
She says she likes what she sees
But there's trouble on the breeze
Who are you this time?
Are you one of us flying blind?
Because I'm down here throwing stones
While you're so far from home
And if there is a God
I know they're on TV
The spies with bedroom eyes
That cower in our sky
Who are you, this time?
Are you one of us flying blind?
Because I'm down here throwing stones
While you're so far from home

My mistake...

we're so young
and we're so dumb
we don't register calculations
and if you dare
and should i care
i could destroy you
and take you there
as the spitfires begin their descent
and tragic romantic ascent
my love is one hundred percent
come back to me, my mistake
come back to me, my mistake
come back to me, my mistake
mistake, it was all my mistake
so suck me through
your saliva screws
and i can't help myself if i don't know
the flaws in you
that were equal to
the mysteries of almost knew
and i've said this so many, many times
can't help you out of your mind
so please don't judge me a time
come back to me, my mistake
come back to me, my mistake
come back to me, my mistake

and if you pretend
please try to offend everyone

we share the same monkey disease
so give me my grape of peace
and do what you want as you please

come back to me, my mistake
come back to me, my mistake
come back to me, my mistake

You Know You're Right

I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you

Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good

I will move away from here
You wont be afraid of fear
No thought was put in to this
I always knew it would come to this

Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
PAIN
PAIN
PAIN

You Know you're Right
You Know you're Right
You Know you're Right

I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let’s talk about someone else
Steaming soup against her mouth
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself

I will move away from here
You wont be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew to come like this

Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
PAIN
PAIN
PAIN
PAIN
PAIN

You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right
You know You're Right

PAIN

11 Eleven Years Ago...

To Boddah pronounced

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile camplainee. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years. Since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the exitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins it doesn't affect the way in which it did for Freddy Mercury who seemed to love and relish in the love and adoration from the crowd. Which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is I can't fool you. Any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to put people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100 % fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it, and I do. God, believe me I do but it's not enough.

I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last three tours I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much. So much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, pisces Jesus man! Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know. I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be.

Full of love and joy kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable self-destructive, death rocker that I've become. I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along, and have empathy. Empathy! Only because I love and feel for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore and so remember, its better to burn out than to fade away. Peace, love, empathy. Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.

Please keep going Courtney

For Frances

For her life which will be so much happier without me. I Love you. I love you!

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O Blog do José Cid

Meus amigos,

Todos sabem qual é a minha opinião sobre o José Cid. Ora qual não foi o meu espanto quando descobri que existe alguém que criou um Blog designado como Clube de Fãs de José Cid. Ora isto levanta-me várias questões morais e intelectuais.

1º Existem fãs de José Cid?

2º Se há isso não será um claro exemplo de pessoas cujo cerebro passou a estar em directa ligação com o intestino delgado e grosso?

3º Será que quem criou este site, sabe quem é o José Cid?

4º Quem é o José Cid?

5º Quem para além de criar um clube de "fãs" ainda tem como sua foto pessoal, o Manuel Luis Goucha? Francamente, entre isto e por um dente de alho pelo canal rectal a dentro e começar a cantar o YMCA em dó menor não vejo grande diferença...

6º Não será este blog um caro exemplo de terrorismo cibernaútico?

7º Será que o cavalo do José Cid tem um blog?

8º Quando vi que o criador de tal site, acha que o RTP Memória é o melhor canal de TV questiono-me sobre se fiz assim tanto mal ao mundo para merecer tamanho castigo.

9º

QUE MERDA É ESTA?

10º Será que o Sr. que apresentava o TV Rural também tem um clube de fãs?