sexta-feira, 25 de abril de 2014

Lovers burnt in their arrogance

Streets of Fire, Walter Hill, 1984

we're singing i believe that lovers should be chained together
and thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
and left there to burn in their arrogance
but as for me i'm coming to my final failure
i've killed myself with changes trying to make things better
but i still ended up becoming something other than what i had planned to be
awww yeah..(screams it)

Bright Eyes


I turn round
Like a dumb beast in a show.

Neither know what I am
Nor where I go,
My language beaten
Into one name;
I am in love
And that is my shame.

What hurts the soul
My soul adores,
No better than a beast
Upon all fours.

W. B. Yeats

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