Assim ó...

Loguei pensando em digitar palavras bonitas e de preferência 'minhas' porque confesso que sou preguiçosa e tendo a colar textinhos por aqui, mas sofro de um mal que incapacita a pessoa falar,escrever,digitar algo decente na hora que ela precisa.
Certo, vejamos sobre o que posso falar hoje então...
A semana foi boa, fomos tomar café na quarta (eu, ana lúcia,anaíse,rapha e o lucas) e descobri que bebidas quentes/alcoólicas são um horror. Daí sexta feira tivemos a reunião não oficial do DA, mas sempre começa assim né? Oops, como se hoje não fosse sexta dãaa.
Uma letra de música: (eu queria achar uma daquelas tipo xuxa, que revelam obscuridades, pactos com o demo, perversões, mas deixo para outra hora)


Brett Dennen - Ain't No Reason Brett Dennen

There aint no reason things are this way
Its how they always been and it tends to stay
I can't explain why we live this way, we do it
everyday
Preachers on the podeum speaking of saints
Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change
old ladies laughing from the fire escape cursing my
name
I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the
same
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
You can spend you whole life working for something,
Just to have it taken away
People walk aroun pushing back their debts
Wearing pay checks like necklaces and braceltes
Talking bout nothing, not thinking bout' death
Every little hearbeat, every little breath
People walk a tight rope
On a razors edge
Carrying their hurt and hatrid and weapons
It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pen
Or a thought or a word or a sentence
There Ain't no reason
Things are this way
It's how they've always been
and its tends to stay
I dont know why I say
The things that I say
But I say them anyway
But love will come set me free
Love will come set me free, I do believe
Love will come set me free, I know it will
Love will come set my free yes.
Prison walls still standing tall
Some things never change at all
Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
Keep building bombs, gonna drop them all
Working young fingers bear to the bone
Breaking your back make you sell your soul
Like a lung its filled with cold, sufficating slow
The wind blows wild and I may move
The politions lie and i am not fooled
you don't need no reason or a three piece suit
To argue the truth
The air on my skin and the world under my toes
Labor is stiched into the fabric of my clothes
Chaos and comotion wherever I go
Love I try to follow
Love will come set me free
Love will come set me free, I do believe
Love will come set me free, I know it will
Love will come set my free yes.
There ain't no reason things are this way
Its how its always been and it tends to stay
I can't explain why we live this way,
We do it everyday.


Tô viciada nessa música e principalmente na letra. Um dia desses coloco a tradução, meu inglês serve para alguma coisa. =)
Tô indo. Eu juro que amanhã volto com algo mais produtivo. Mesmo que seja de outro autor. Hehe