Yoav - Beautiful Lie

Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Fade away like frozen photographs.
Remember, forget
The stakes, the ways you take,
The ways you make the moments pass.
For every regret,
I tell a beautiful lie.
And I would die if you find out.
I tell a beautiful lie every time that I
did not open up my mouth.
All the same, it’s a game,
it’s a play, it’s a war,
it’s a shame that we’re always fighting for.
I don’t mean to cast no blame,
I don’t intend to pretend, I could, never loved you more.
But in the blink of an eye, everything you ever knew can change
And it’s a beautiful lie if you think everything will always stay the same.

Babe.
My babe.
You got a secret – it’s starting to show.
My babe.
Sweet babe.
How long can you keep it?
How far would you go?
You tell a beautiful lie.
And it’s going to, it’s going to drive you crazy.

How far would you go, go, go to tell a beautiful lie?
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Fade away like frozen photographs
Remember, forget
Forever.
Lie.
Babe.

Beautiful lie.

Radiohead - Creep

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so very special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts

I want to have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around

You're so very special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell I'm doing here?

I don't belong here

She's running out the door

She's running out

She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

So very special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here

I don't belong here

Universum

Não sei se seria desta forma ou de uma outra qualquer que descreveria o sentimento em dia de tempestade, atroz e cruel, forte e único, veloz e extremo. Não sei se a tempestade traz a bonança, não sei se o medo se traduz por fugir ou viver, não sei o que por vezes digo e muito menos aquilo que por momentos de rebeldia penso. 

Sei que sou momento emocional de uma alma atribulada vazia de tudo e cheia de nada, talvez a melodia fácil do dia-a-dia do não querer saber como ser, estar ou compreender, neste cosmos eterno. 

Vivo o marasmo de ideias exacerbadas que pululam no meu âmago e ora rumam face ao vigoroso amanhã, ora me fazem sentir em mim mesmo a languidez e a torpeza de um corpo quebrantado, neste caminho de violência de um misticismo gnóstico e virulento que combate a sanidade do meu eu.

UnKnown Soldier