quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2009

Muscas

The Story - Brandi Carlile



All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true, I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines
And I broke all the rules

But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do, I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess

No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through
Like you do, and I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am

Oh but these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true, I was made for you

Tiras

Muscas

Tree Hugger - Antsy Pants and Kimya Dawson



The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

Et le chacalot a dit:
"Je voudrais être un yéti
Pour voler dans la nuit
Et m'envoler loin d'ici"
Mais le yéti a dit:
"Je veux être un monstre marin
Pour pouvoir sauter dans la mer
De tous les requins"


And the rattlesnake said,
"I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man."
And then the cactus said,
"Don't you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That'll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes."

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

terça-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2009

"I do not know if it matter, but it’s never too late or in my case, too soon, to be what you want to be. There is no time limit, you can start when you want. You can change or you can remain the same. There are no rules for it. I hope you feel things that you do not ever felt. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you take a life that you are proud of. And if not, I hope you have the power to start again." - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

domingo, 1 de fevereiro de 2009

Dear Karen - Californication s2e10



Dear Karen, if you are reading this is because I worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You don’t know me very well but if you get me started I have the tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this is the hardest thing I ever had to write. There’s no easy way to say it, so I’ll just say it. I met someone. Was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make. Was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another. Next thing I knew I want to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut, she might be the one. She’s completely nuts, in a way that makes me smile. Highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required. She is you Karen, and that’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me. Because if I’m not with you right now, I get this feeling we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big bad world, full of twists and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of fate on a guy like me. But damn you smell good, like home. And you make excellent coffee, that’s gotta count for something, right? Call me. Unfaithful yours, Hank Moody.