ontem preferi mostrar um livro

mas se aqui estivesses ontem

festejarias cinquenta anos

we were but stones... your light made us stars

romeiro, romeiro, quem és tu?

Once divided, nothing left to subtract

Some words when spoken can't be taken back

Walks on his own with thoughts he can't help thinking

Future's above but in the past he's slow and sinking

Caught a bolt 'a lightnin' cursed the day he let it go

Nothingman... nothingman, isn't it something?

She once believed in every story he had to tell

One day she stiffened, took the other side

Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell

One just escapes one's left inside the well

And he who forgets will be destined to remember

Nothingman... nothingman, isn't it something?

Oh she don't want him, oh she won't feed him after he's flown away

Oh into the sun, ah into the sun

Burn... nothingman... nothingman, isn't it something?

outra erotofábula:

Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop

Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech

As he opens the door, she rolls over

Pretends to sleep as he looks her over

She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man

She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man

Can't find a better man

Can't find a better man

Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know

She tells herself, memories back when she was bold and strong

And waiting for the world to come along

Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone

She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man

She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man

She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man

She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man

She loved him, yeah... she don't want to leave this way

She feeds him, yeah... that's why she'll be back again

Can't find a better man, can't find a better man

Can't find a better man, can't find a better man

foi escrita numa hora, gostam de dizer os pearl jam, e as grandes canções por vezes surgem assim, como que do nada.
o menino edward louis severson iii, também conhecido por eddie vedder, confessou numa entrevista, a propósto do homem-nada:
"the idea is about if you love someone and they love you, don't fuck up...'cause you are left with less than nothing"...




Once divided...nothing left to subtract...
Some words when spoken...can't be taken back...
Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking...
Future's above...but in the past he's slow and sinking...
Caught a bolt 'a lightnin'...cursed the day he let it go...

Nothingman... nothingman
Isn't it something? Nothingman...

She once believed...in every story he had to tell...
One day she stiffened...took the other side...
Empty stares...from each corner of a shared prison cell...
One just escapes...one's left inside the well...
And he who forgets...will be destined to remember...oh...oh...oh...

Nothingman... nothingman
Isn't it something? Nothingman...

Oh, she don't want him...
Oh, she won't feed him...after he's flown away...
Oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun...

Burn...burn...
Nothingman... nothingman
Isn't it something? Nothingman...
Nothingman... nothingman
Coulda' been something... Nothingman...
Oh...ohh...ohh...

esta é uma das canções da minha vida por uma razão muito simples:
se alguma vez tiver uma banda de rock - está prometido - acabamos todos os concertos sempre com ela.



Unsealed on a porch a letter sat.
Then you said, "I wanna leave it again."
Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand.
And on the sand I wanna leave it again. Yeah.
On a weekend I wanna wish it all away, yeah.
And they called and I said that "I want what I said" and then I call out again.
And the reason oughta' leave her calm, I know.
I said "I know what I was the boxer or the bag."

Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave.
I see them round the front way. Yeah.
And I know, and I know I don't want to stay.
Make me cry...

I see... Oh I don't know why there's something else.
I wanna drum it all away...
Oh, I said, "I don't, I don't know whether I was the boxer or the bag."

Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave.
But I see them round the front way. Yeah.
And I know, and I know. I don't wanna stay at all.
I don't wanna stay. Yeah.
I don't wanna stay.
I don't... Don't wanna, oh... Yeah. Ooh... Ohh...

este mural vai ser de rumos por traçar, canções por redescobrir,
fotografias sempre por captar e cartas de marear por desenhar.
é costume fazer uma lista de desejos para o ano novo que começa amanhã. começo com esta:

I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a camaro's hood

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb to trust and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish...