Uma canção que gostaria de ter escrito

Tó Trips
ooh
wow
ooh
I feel bad, and I’ve felt worse
I’m a creep, yeah, I’m a jerk

Come on
Touch me, I’m sick

wow
I won’t live long, and I’m full of rot
Gonna give you – girl – everything I got

Touch me, I’m sick, yeah
Touch me, I’m sick

Come on baby, now come with me
If you don’t come
You’ll die alone

wow
ooh

I’m diseased, I don’t mind
I’ll make you love me ‘till the day you die

Come on
Touch me, I’m sick
ahhh
Fuck me, I’m sick

Come on baby, now come with me
If you don’t come
You’ll die alone

“Touch Me I’m Sick”, Mudhoney, 1988

Diogo Potes
Father, father, come see what I’ve built
Made civilization out of the Nile silt,
Built your monuments out of my brother’s bones, Exalted your words in flesh-bound tomes

It’s hard enough being born in the first place, Who would ever want to be born again? It’s taken this long just to get to this place, So what’s the point in ever being born again?

Papa, papa, come and watch me play
The whole world before me I laid to waste
Built Jerusalem out of these hidden worlds, But I won’t share it with the other boys and girls

More embarrassed than I’d hope to admit,
The living embodiment of perfect.
A reversed Oedipal complex based on power and not on the sex.

Daddy, daddy, are you proud of me?
I did it all for you because of what I believe
The sins of he father carried out by the son From Cain and Abel until the last living life is done

Again we stand slack-jawed As our fates are moved by the hand of God
A God is what we see as we stare into his Papal eyes.

“Son the Father”, Fucked Up, 2008

João Peste
I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins
Like dolphins can swim
Though nothing,
Nothing will keep us together
We can beat them
Forever and ever
Oh, we can be Heroes
Just for one day

I, I will be king
And you,
You will be queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be us
Just for one day

I, I can remember
Standing
By the wall
And the guns
Shot above our heads
And we kissed
As though nothing could fall
And the shame
Was on the other side
Oh, we can beat them
Forever and ever
Then we can be Heroes
Just for one day

We can be Heroes (X3)
Just for one day
We can be Heroes
We’re nothing
And nothing will help us
Maybe we’re lying
Then you better not stay
But we could be safer
Just for one day

“Heroes”, David Bowie, 1977

Lúcia Azevedo
That’s how it starts.
We go back to your house.
We check the charts,
And start to figure it out.

And if it’s crowded, all the better,
because we know we’re gonna be up late.
But if you’re worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay.
That’s how it starts.

And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.

And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up and I still don’t wanna stagger home.
Then it’s the memory of our betters that are keeping us on our feet.

You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan, and the next five years trying to be with your friends again.

You’re talking 45 turns just as fast as you can, yeah, I know it gets tired, but it’s better when we pretend.

It comes apart, the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts, when the moral kicks in.

Though when we’re running out of the drugs and the conversation’s winding away.
I wouldn’t trade one stupid decision
for another five years of lies.

You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can, and the next ten people who are trying to be polite.
When you’re blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France, Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?

And to tell the truth.
Oh, this could be the last time.
So here we go, like a sail’s force into the night

And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool on the road, there’s always this.
And if I’m sewn into submission,
I can still come home to this.

And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand, you can sleep on the plane or review what you said.
When you’re drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks you think over and over, “hey, I’m finally dead.”

Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand, you look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop.
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said, and you always knew you were tired, but then, where are your friends tonight?

Where are your friends tonight? (X2)
If I could see all my friends tonight (X4)

“All My Friends”, LCD Soundsystem, 2007

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