We all know George Bush is an imbecil
He loves cock but he hates homosexuals
We're sick and tired of all the embarassment
The whole world wants us to get a better president.
2.13.2005
2.09.2005
When you've got so much to say it's called GRATITUDE
Good times gone
But you missed them
What's gone wrong
In your system
Things they bounce
Just like a spaulding
What'd you think?
Did you miss your calling
It's so free
This kind of feeling
It's like life
It's so appealing
When you've got so much to say it's called Gratitude
Good times gone
But you feed it
Hate's grown strong
You feel you need it
Just one thing
Do you know
What you think
That the world owes you
What's gonna set you free
Look inside and you'll see
When you've got so much to say it's called Gratitude
Good times gone
But you missed them
What's gone wrong
In your system
Things they bounce
Just like a spaulding
What'd you think?
Did you miss your calling
It's so free
This kind of feeling
It's like life
It's so appealing
When you've got so much to say it's called Gratitude
Good times gone
But you feed it
Hate's grown strong
You feel you need it
Just one thing
Do you know
What you think
That the world owes you
What's gonna set you free
Look inside and you'll see
When you've got so much to say it's called Gratitude
2.07.2005
2.04.2005
2.02.2005
Estou com um espírito revolucionário renovado. Acabei de entrevistar Apolônio de Carvalho, fundador do PT, combatente das Forças Repúblicanas na Guerra Civil Espanhola e coronel da resistência francesa contra as forças nazistas. Internacionalista, Apolonio é um senhor de 92 anos de idade, tem a voz limpa e cadenciada pelas milhões de histórias na cabeça.
Conversei com ele no máximo dois minutos, mas valeram todos os microssegundos. Uma verdadeira honra.
I raise my hand, I've got another question:
"If I start a riot, will I get protection?
'Cause I'm the kid whose got a lot of problems
And if I throw a brick maybe the brick will go and solve them.
Oh.... yeah.... I wanna riot
Oh.... yeah.... I wanna riot
In front of me debauchery
Crying in line and dying burning debris
My Face is burning, burning so quick
Like a candle at the end of its wick
Well, I turn the dial, I turn the channel
I turn into a monster fighting the eternal battle
I need some help and, there is no doubt
If I'm gonna go down I'm gonna take somebody out
Conversei com ele no máximo dois minutos, mas valeram todos os microssegundos. Uma verdadeira honra.
I raise my hand, I've got another question:
"If I start a riot, will I get protection?
'Cause I'm the kid whose got a lot of problems
And if I throw a brick maybe the brick will go and solve them.
Oh.... yeah.... I wanna riot
Oh.... yeah.... I wanna riot
In front of me debauchery
Crying in line and dying burning debris
My Face is burning, burning so quick
Like a candle at the end of its wick
Well, I turn the dial, I turn the channel
I turn into a monster fighting the eternal battle
I need some help and, there is no doubt
If I'm gonna go down I'm gonna take somebody out
2.01.2005
A agonia de um mundo vão
O desespero incontido da solidão
A respiração sufocada, limitada, restrita, machucada, forçada
A dor de um sentimento avulso, estrangeiro
Uma comoção de sensações inexplicáveis
O desejo mitigado de ir até o fim
São apenas essências de uma mélange noturna
O agreste calejado de uma vida enfadada
Essa condição humana que transpira, expira e imprime ritmos adversos às batidas do coração, da mente e da paixão
Desse dedo pouco experiente que tenta impor poids-faux ao ralo conhecimento
Sentimentos cheios de fronteiras de agonia e ansiedade imprudentes
O desespero incontido da solidão
A respiração sufocada, limitada, restrita, machucada, forçada
A dor de um sentimento avulso, estrangeiro
Uma comoção de sensações inexplicáveis
O desejo mitigado de ir até o fim
São apenas essências de uma mélange noturna
O agreste calejado de uma vida enfadada
Essa condição humana que transpira, expira e imprime ritmos adversos às batidas do coração, da mente e da paixão
Desse dedo pouco experiente que tenta impor poids-faux ao ralo conhecimento
Sentimentos cheios de fronteiras de agonia e ansiedade imprudentes
1.31.2005
1.30.2005
Se ser populista significa ter ao seu lado grande parte da população pobre de seu país, ter apoio de camponeses e não do mercado financeiro, ter o apoio de Cuba e não dos Estados Unidos, então Hugo Chávez é um presidente populista de esquerda diferentemente de outros esquerdistas reformistas alinhados com o FMI.
Venezuela livre e soberana é com Chávez.
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Venezuela livre e soberana é com Chávez.
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1.28.2005
1.26.2005
Porco chauvinista, talvez, mas essa música é do caralho. Cheers for all the girls.
"Girls"
Girls, all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
Cause in the evening it's girls
I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile
Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked by home-piece M.C.A.
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please?" he said, "You may."
Her pants were tight and that's ok
If she would dance I would D.J.
We took a walk down to the bay
I hope she'll say, "Hey me and you should hit the hay!"
I asked her out she said, "No way!"
I should have probably guessed their gay
So I broke North with no delay
I heard she moved real far away
That was two years ago this May
I seen her just the other day
Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay
Girls - to do the dishes
Girls - to clean up my room
Girls - to do the laundry
Girls - and in the bathroom
Girls, that's all I really want is girls
Two at a time I want girls
With new wave hairdos I want girls
I ought to whip out my girls, girls, girls, girls, girls!
"Girls"
Girls, all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
Cause in the evening it's girls
I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From White Castle to the Nile
Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked by home-piece M.C.A.
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please?" he said, "You may."
Her pants were tight and that's ok
If she would dance I would D.J.
We took a walk down to the bay
I hope she'll say, "Hey me and you should hit the hay!"
I asked her out she said, "No way!"
I should have probably guessed their gay
So I broke North with no delay
I heard she moved real far away
That was two years ago this May
I seen her just the other day
Jockin' Mike D. to my dismay
Girls - to do the dishes
Girls - to clean up my room
Girls - to do the laundry
Girls - and in the bathroom
Girls, that's all I really want is girls
Two at a time I want girls
With new wave hairdos I want girls
I ought to whip out my girls, girls, girls, girls, girls!
1.25.2005
Estou com uma música do Beck na cabeça "Electric Music and the Summer People", que está no MOM 3. Estou cantarolando-a e pensando o motivo que leva as pessoas a terem tanta raiva de você. Impressionante como tornam-se agressivas e desconexas quando estão irritadas.
Mudando de assunto, eu gosto dos comentários do Neto (aquele corintiano safado) nas tramissões da Band. Alguém se lembra do cuspe que ele deu no Oscar Roberto Godoy? Pois é... Well I'm out on the highway and doing it my way (careless).
Mudando de assunto, eu gosto dos comentários do Neto (aquele corintiano safado) nas tramissões da Band. Alguém se lembra do cuspe que ele deu no Oscar Roberto Godoy? Pois é... Well I'm out on the highway and doing it my way (careless).
1.21.2005
1.18.2005
1.17.2005
Unspoken request, BSF.
Failed coercion leads to intrusion and the blood forever runs in her head into her hands between her legs where his mind lies. Power drives him into murder innocence
on the rack of his devices vices and designs. She will never scrub the stains from her arms from her neck from her legs the dirt will remain as a reminder of his hateful face reach in rip apart the inner fibers of her soul. Boy, you'll never know how it feels to fear the shame feel free to walk down any dark street without fear
without shame no one is gonna touch you and you don't need protection she shouldn't need protection!
You can sit there with that stupid smile on your face and try to convince me that you care. Defined by your power defined by her body the innocence she feels everybody else contains it's lost it's gone but i guess it doesn't matter anyway
Defined redefined fucked tortured and discarded and if he ever cares maybe he will feel ashamed for everything he's stolen for all the trust she gave possessed and broken she cries but it's not our problem pull down your goddamn blinds he will never think he's wrong she will think you're wrong she will never feel quite right.
Failed coercion leads to intrusion and the blood forever runs in her head into her hands between her legs where his mind lies. Power drives him into murder innocence
on the rack of his devices vices and designs. She will never scrub the stains from her arms from her neck from her legs the dirt will remain as a reminder of his hateful face reach in rip apart the inner fibers of her soul. Boy, you'll never know how it feels to fear the shame feel free to walk down any dark street without fear
without shame no one is gonna touch you and you don't need protection she shouldn't need protection!
You can sit there with that stupid smile on your face and try to convince me that you care. Defined by your power defined by her body the innocence she feels everybody else contains it's lost it's gone but i guess it doesn't matter anyway
Defined redefined fucked tortured and discarded and if he ever cares maybe he will feel ashamed for everything he's stolen for all the trust she gave possessed and broken she cries but it's not our problem pull down your goddamn blinds he will never think he's wrong she will think you're wrong she will never feel quite right.
1.16.2005
This solitude feeling´s killing me. I wish sunday night was just another night. My stomach aches badly. My head aches too because I´m a bit worried about this shit. Tomorrow come today. I hope to get some sleep and try to relax. It could be surf but stress is up.
I hope that you are unhappy - Farside
I hope that you are unhappy - Farside
1.12.2005
Dia desses alguém me perguntou por que vivíamos no período pós-moderno. Acho que a explicação abaixo é bem plausível. Vivemos nos anos da morte da arte seja ela qual for: política, econômica, musical, ideológica, arte pela arte.
O excerto abaixo é do livro Pós-Modernismo a lógica cultural do capitalismo tardio, de Fredric Jameson.
Os últimos anos foram marcados por um milenarismo invertido nos quais as premonições sobre o futuro catastrófico ou redentor, foi substituído pelo sentimento do fim de tudo (seja da ideologia, da arte ou da classe social; a crise do Leninismo, da social democracia, do Estado do bem-estar social, etc, etc). Todos juntos essas condições constituem no que é cada vez mais classificado de pós-modernismo. O argumento para sua existência depende da hipótese de uma ruptura ou um corte abruptos, generalmente levando em conta o final dos anos 1950 ou começo dos 1960.
O excerto abaixo é do livro Pós-Modernismo a lógica cultural do capitalismo tardio, de Fredric Jameson.
Os últimos anos foram marcados por um milenarismo invertido nos quais as premonições sobre o futuro catastrófico ou redentor, foi substituído pelo sentimento do fim de tudo (seja da ideologia, da arte ou da classe social; a crise do Leninismo, da social democracia, do Estado do bem-estar social, etc, etc). Todos juntos essas condições constituem no que é cada vez mais classificado de pós-modernismo. O argumento para sua existência depende da hipótese de uma ruptura ou um corte abruptos, generalmente levando em conta o final dos anos 1950 ou começo dos 1960.
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