.. nada a declarar ..

Ahn... hoje eu tô cansada. De que ? Várias coisas. Tô tão cansada que nem vou me cansar de escrever nada aqui hoje ... Só sei que esse ano na faculdade vai ser fod*. Se eu tivesse barba, tratava de colocar de molho desde já :þ

Pra relaxar... música ;)

Drive you home - Garbage

It's funny how
Even now
You still support me after all of the things that I've done
You're so good to me
Waiting patiently
And isn't it sad that you still have to ask if I care?

I never said I was perfect
But I can take you away

Walk on shells tonight
Can't do right tonight
And you can't say a word
Cause I leap down your throat
So uptight am I

I never said I was perfect
But I can drive you home

I got down on myself
Working too hard
Driving myself to death
Trying to beat out the faults in my head
What a mess I've made
Sure we all make mistakes
But they see me so large that they think I'm immune to the pain

I'm praying for a miracle
But I won't hold my breath
I never said I was perfect
But can you drive me home


Cair em Si - Djavan

Às vezes parece um tambor
Mas não é tambor nem nada
É o coração
Que fica entre a paz e o terror
Quando vejo a sua cara
Entre as caras da multidão
Logo fico cansado
Como se tivesse estado a correr
Num segundo já me sinto
Sem uma gota de sangue
Mal consigo respirar
Sobreviver
Só Deus sabe o saldo
Creditado ao amor que lhe dou
Se terei sono tranqüilo
Ou vida sobressaltada
Não sei nada
Não sei nada
Olhar pro sol,
Vencer o mar,
Admitir,
Brigar com o par,
Isso é nada
Não ter você,
Cair em si,
Morrer de amor
Não é o fim
Mas me acaba.


Is It Wicked Not To Care - Belle and Sebastian

Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken
Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?
Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours
Talking endlessly to anyone that's there?

I know the truth awaits me
But still I hesitate because of fear

Skipping tickets making rhymes
Is that all that you believe in?
Wearing rags to make you pretty by design
Rusting armour for effect
It's not fun to watch the rust grow
For it will all be over when you're dead

Counting acts and clutching thoughts
By the river where the moss grows
Over rocks the water running all the time
Is it wicked when you smile
Even though you feel like crying
Even though you could be sick at any time?

But if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead

If there was a sequel
Would you love me like an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead
And if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead
Or is there someone else instead?

... continua por aí ... ;)