
E ao ritmo que elas têm tombado o difícil era aumenta-las.
Come to send. Not condescend. Transcendent to consequences. To transcend where we are. Who are we? Who we are? "pj"
Foi no dia 11, não de Setembro mas de Novembro, não em desastre mas em festa, não no concelho onde passa mas no vizinho, não com a designação correcta mas com a errada.
Só me apetece citar o Jaime Pacheco, mas o meu bom senso prevalece, e isto tudo aconteceu não só pelo mérito deles mas sim pelo demérito dos do lado de cá.
Mas no meio de tanta displicência uma me alegra, já posso ir à “Inbicta” e voltar num instantinho.
My lips are shakin' my nails are bit off
Been a month since I've heard myself talk
All the advantage this life's got on me
Picture a cup in the middle of the sea
And I fight back in my mind
Never lets me be right
I got memories I got shit
So don't you go show
Oh I walked the line when you held me in that night
I walked the line when you held my hand that night
An empty shells seem so easy to crack
Got all these questions don't know who I could even ask
So I'll just lie alone and wait for the dream
Where I'm not ugly and your lookin' at me
And I stayed in bed
Oh in a little while I'll see you
If just once I could feel love
Oh I'd say it like I mean it
But I walked the line when you held me in that night
Oh I walked the line when you held my hand that night
Oh I walked the line when you held me close that night
I paid the price never held you in real life
My lips are shakin'