...you gotta hold on...

...a entrar em estado de ruptura... preciso abrandar este ritmo maluco... o cansaço não ajuda...

...o tema de hoje em modo contínuo...

...don't you know there ain't no devil...

...nada como ouvir Tom Waits, para deixar de pensar nas tristezas e nas 23 horas de aulas que me esperam esta semana!!! (depois da bonança, vem a tempestade...)

...I'm falling down...

...amanhã às 14 horas acaba o meu pesadelo desta história interminável... e entro de vacaciones até domingo, que bem mereço, raios... (e na Fnac da minha cidade maravilhosa encontrei uns cds fabulosos, como um deste senhor que me faltava...)

...I want to kiss you and never be there...

I'll shoot the moon
Right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll be the pennies
On your eyes
For you baby

I want to take you
Out to the fair
Here's a red rose
Ribbon for your hair

I'll shoot the moon
Right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon
For you

A vulture circles
Over your head
For you baby
I'll be the flowers
After you're dead
For you baby

I want to build
A nest in your hair
I want to kiss you
And never be there

I'll shoot the moon
Right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon
For you


(adoro este tema... acho que já é a 2a ou 3a vez que o coloco por aqui... hoje, na viagem, acho que o ouvi uma dúzia de vezes...)

...where' Juliet?????????...

...este Senhor anda a bater forte...

...I look good without shirt...

Lyrics | Tom Waits - Goin’ Out West lyrics



...efectivamente bem melhor do que há uns meses atrás... com pneus de triciclo apenas...

...all is calm, all is bright...

...depois de um Natal diferente, o descanso da guerreira...

...the streets ain't for dreaming now...

...há dias em que não devemos acordar...

...he's drivin' me crazy...

...you're innocent when you dream...

...there's nothin in the world that you can do...

Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your cryin' don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house


Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' thru
Come on up to the house

There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You gotta come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Come on up to the house
There's nothin in the world

there's nothin in the world
that you can do
you gotta come on up to the house
and you been whipped by the forces
that are inside you
come on up to the house
well you're high on top
of your mountain of woe
come on up to the house
well you know you should surrender
but you can't let go
you gotta come on up to the house



(...às vezes custa encontrar este "lar"...e tudo fica mais perdido...)

...everyone is looking for someone to blame... you got to hold on...

"Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You dont meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes theres nothin left to do

Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, Im standing right here, you got to
Just hold on."

-Tom Waits-

Old boyfriends

Old Boyfriends,
Lost in the pocket of your overcoat,
Like burned out lite bulbs on a Ferris Wheel.

Old Boy friends,
You remember the kinds of cars they drove,
Parking in an orange grove.
He fell in love you see,
With someone that I used to be.

Tho I very seldom think of him,
Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin's
Blue satin dress can make the window
Like a dream
Ah but now those dreams belong to someone else,
Now they talk endlessly
In a drawer where I keep
All my




Old Boyfriends
Remember when you were burning for them?
Why do you keep turning them into
Old Boyfriends?
They look you up when they're in town
To see if they can still burn you down
You fell in love you see
With someone that I used to be

Old Boyfriends
Turn up every time it rains,
Fall out of the pages in a magazine
Old Boyfriends.
Girls fill up the bars every spring,
Not places for remembering.
Old boyfriends
All my old boyfriends
Old boyfriends

-Tom Waits & Crystal Gayle-

(ontem esta caiu-me no goto... porque seria?????? )