Instando Absolvição

Falemos da experiência ou da falta de tato e comiseração nas pequenas ambiências, moradias adiadas por um sentido obliterado dos termos, palavras vãs, cascatas, supremos gostos, validades, fulgores, risos de deuses bem dispostos, chuva, na maioria das vezes, apodrecendo os sentidos, mastigação do riso por cada um dos intervalos.

O Sentimento de Culpa, José Maria de Aguiar Carreiro

A hotel called pain

25 de ago. de 2010


In the middle of the road
It’s midnight
The demons are out to play
I should be hungry
But I don’t feel this way

Half way nowhere and I
Finally stopped to rest
I must be thinking about forget the past
But I rested too much
And as closer as the night was
The floor would bring all down
So it happened again
And realize I would make a stand
In a hotel called pain
A hotel called pain

So I got I pen
And wrote down
Every single lie
Every motive, every reason
For my mind to die
And I found nothing
Nothing at all
So I tried to pretend
That in my phone there were no calls

In a hotel called pain
A hotel called pain x2

One year of night in Hotel of Pain
And so much used with the knocking everyday
I think of hunting again
The demons of my mind

In a hotel called pain
A hotel called pain x2

Oh, Lonely and scary road
Don’t you bring me down
Happiness and pain
Won’t be around
In my fences of skin and bones
Sometimes is so much harder in my throat

And you know it that is something wrong
When you start to feel comfortable
In a hotel called pain

Now I realize I made a stand
In a hotel called pain
A hotel called pain

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Musiquinha que eu fiz esses dias... Quero ver se arranjo um bom ritmo pra ela no piano e depois no violão eu pesso para alguém...

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So nevermind the darkness, we still can find a way... 'Cause nothing lasts forever... Even cold November Rain.