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quarta-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2011

Recognize


Steps on a curve and mishap that comes around,
I´m still requiring, merging for love's account-
Outside that´s all you´ve got
You've got to stop it when you go for a ride
Outside your touch rewards no more.

Plunge into the dark side,
Having too much to drink
Planning to leave it
Fire on the fingertips.

Outside that´s all you've got
You've got to stop it when you go for a ride
Outisde love ain't nothing till you feel the healing

Won´t you recognize me, hold me,
Fraternize and be there
As the moment comes along, do no wrong
Won't you recognize me?

Wanting to grab you,
Wanting to feel your touch.
Breathing desire,
The search wich you denied
Ambition marked to kill the feeling.

Oustide that´s all you've got
You've got to stop it when you go,
If you go for a ride.
Outside you ain't nothing
Me means you, feel the healing.

Won´t you memorize me, take me,
Emphasize and be there
To avoid spinning 'round
Till you found
Won't you recognize me?

Miguel Guedes
(Blind Zero)
Trigger, 1994
fotografia de Helena Almeida

sábado, 22 de janeiro de 2011

Hanging Wall


Maybe because she's invited
The host waits in line to see
Leaving the room for the exile
A sleeping land mine

And no replys to the hanging wall
If we colide
We miss the guide-lines we speak of

Call me thief after a bargain
Or give me something more to see
Point blank at a riot
And hide your loved one

And no replys to the hanging wall
If we colide we miss the guide-lines

That's how you work on black stars
I travel through fireworks
Twilight's lonely crowned, suddenly down
Mr. Right is so upside down, he drowns
Missing his minor role in a nervous breakdown
Suddenly down

And no replys to the hanging wall
If we colide
We miss the guide-lines we speak of

Last night I dreamed of a long-run ride
Through skins of suede
Where we lay down above water mark
I broke the mirror
Don´t mind if you take the stage
Last night I dreamed of our love

With no replys to the hanging wall
Please no replys, runners lose control
If we colide
We miss the guide-lines we speak of

Miguel Guedes
(Blind Zero)
Luna Park, 2010
pintura de Edvard Munch