a chuva molha a minha roupa
os carros não param de gritar
convidando-me para morrer
eu procuro não olhar
desse eu brilho à minha estrela
não teria de me esconder
mas a chuva nas minhas mãos lembra-me que vou morrer
meu amor está perto
vejo-o correndo para mim
só que eu não sou certo
vejo-me correndo para o fim
vem morar na tua casa
o pobre nunca te viu ficar
chegas sempre com um dos pés pronto para não entrar

meu amor está perto
vejo-o correndo para mim
só que eu não sou certo
vejo-me correndo para o fim

meu amor está perto - manel cruz/foge foge bandido

i ache

don't know if i'll make it through this winter without you by my side
i waited for you so long while i traveled far and wide
convinced myself there's no one better, so how can i deny
your love, it's like a thorn into my side

my friends they understand me better but don't whisper goodnight
i want a lover and a sister, but we know that's not right
you used to listen to my music, i always wondered why
i wish i could pretend you make me try

i want the days to come, i want these sleepless nights to end
i lie here thinking how i lost you to all your stupid friends
you made me feel so foolish for the twenty-second time
your love might be the last time that i try

don't know if i'll make it through this winter without you on my own
i waited here for you forever, i can't believe you'd go
i may not have the answers, but i'd rather never know
your love was such a heavy, heavy blow

goodnight my love, you seemed so nice 'til i knew you better
now i can tell you're always thinking twice about what might be better
on the outside, there's no conscience, you're a victim of your cautiousness
you don't try, you just lie there hoping that someone will come to make it right

winter - the dodos

"every day is exactly the same"

i believe i can see the future
cause i repeat the same routine
i think i used to have a purpose
but then again
that might have been a dream
i think i used to have a voice
now i never make a sound
i just do what i've been told
i really don't want them to come around

oh, no

every day is exactly the same
every day is exactly the same
there is no love here and there is no pain
every day is exactly the same

i can feel their eyes are watching
in case i lose myself again
sometimes i think i'm happy here
sometimes, yet i still pretend
i can't remember how this got started
but i can tell you exactly how it will end

every day is exactly the same
every day is exactly the same
there is no love here and there is no pain
every day is exactly the same

i'm writing on a little piece of paper
i'm hoping someday you might find
well i'll hide it behind something
they won't look behind
i'm still inside here
a little bit comes bleeding through
i wish this could have been any other way
but i just don't know, i don't know what else i can do

every day is exactly the same
every day is exactly the same
there is no love here and there is no pain
every day is exactly the same

every day is exactly the same
every day is exactly the same
there is no love here and there is no pain
every day is exactly the same

every day is exactly the same - nin

breakable

do you always have to tell him
everything on your mind
you know that too much
honesty can be so unkind

everytime you throw him to the floor
why are you surprised to see
he´s breakable

you always try to find
what´s holding him away from you
but do you ever see your anger
standing there right between you?

and everytime you throw him to the wall
why are you surprised to see
he´s breakable

tell the world that he´s breaking your heart
go tell the world
nothing´s ever your fault
go tell them all

every time you throw him to the floor
why are you surprised to see
he´s breakable
and every time you push him to the wall
why are you surprised to see

breakable - fisher

b r e a k a b l e

"
have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
so it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
and to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

and we are so fragile,
and our cracking bones make noise,
and we are just,
breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

you fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.
in your two ton death trap i finally saw.
a piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.
then you drove me to places i'll never forget.

and we are so fragile,
and our cracking bones make noise,
and we are just,
breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

and we are so fragile,
and our cracking bones make noise,
and we are just,
breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.
"


breakable- ingrid michaelson

the booze

now this is going to be a little difficult, so stay with me.

how much does your life weigh? imagine for a second you are carrying a backpack. i want you to pack it with all the stuff you have in your life and start with the little things the shelves, the drawers, the nicknacks: then start adding larger stuff, clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, your tv – backpack should be getting pretty heavy now – and you go bigger. your couch, your car, your home – i want you to stuff it all into that backpack.

now i want you to fill it with people. start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the office, and then you move to the people that you trust with your most intimate secrets, your brothers and sisters, your children, parents, and finally your husband, wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend – and get ‘em into that backpack – feel the weight of that bag. make no mistake; your relationships are your heaviest components in your life. all those negotiations and arguments and secrets are compromising. the slower we move, the faster we die. make no mistake, moving is living. some animals were meant to carry each other to live, symbiotically over a lifetime, star-crossed lovers, monogamous swans. we are not swans, we are sharks.

Up in the air

nothing to see here

"
it's easy to fight when everything's right,
and you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
it's easy to cheer when victory's near,
and wallow in fields that are gory.
it's a different song when everything's wrong,
when you're feeling infernally mortal;
when it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
buck up, little soldier, and chortle:

carry on! carry on!
there isn't much punch in your blow.
you're glaring and staring and hitting out blind;
you're muddy and bloody, but never you mind.
carry on! carry on!
you haven't the ghost of a show.
it's looking like death, but while you've a breath,
carry on, my son! carry on!

and so in the strife of the battle of life
it's easy to fight when you're winning;
it's easy to slave, and starve and be brave,
when the dawn of success is beginning.
but the man who can meet despair and defeat
with a cheer, there's the man of god's choosing;
the man who can fight to heaven's own height
is the man who can fight when he's losing.

carry on! carry on!
things never were looming so black.
but show that you haven't a cowardly streak,
and though you're unlucky you never are weak.
carry on! carry on!
brace up for another attack.
it's looking like hell, but -- you never can tell:
carry on, old man! carry on!

there are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,
and some who in brutishness wallow;
there are others, i know, who in piety go
because of a heaven to follow.
but to labour with zest, and to give of your best,
for the sweetness and joy of the giving;
to help folks along with a hand and a song;
why, there's the real sunshine of living.

carry on! carry on!
fight the good fight and true;
believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer;
there's big work to do, and that's why you are here.
carry on! carry on!
let the world be the better for you;
and at last when you die, let this be your cry:
carry on, my soul! carry on!
"

Carry On - Robert William Service

whatever (makes u sleep at night)

_

what were all those dreams we shared
those many years ago?
what were all those plans we made
now left beside the road?
behind us in the road

more than friends i always pledged
cause friends they come and go
people change as does everything
i wanted to grow old
just want to grow old

slide on next to me
i’m just a human being
i will take the blame
bust just the same
this is not me
you see
believe
i’m better than this

don’t leave me so cold
or buried beneath the stones
i just want to hold on
and know i’m worth your love
enough
i don’t think
there’s such a thing

it’s my fault, now i been caught
a sickness in my bones
how it pains to leave you here
with the kids on your own
just don’t let me go

help me see myself
cause i can no longer tell
looking out from the inside of
the bottom of a well
i yell
it’s hell
but no one hears

before i disappear
whisper in my ear
give me something to echo
in my unknown futures ear

my dear
the end
comes near
i’m here
but not much longer


the end - pearl jam