In The Morning

I don’t know what I’m doing wrong
Maybe I’ve been here too long
The songs on the radio sound the same
Everybody just looks the same
But then last night was so much fun
And now your sheets are dirty
The streets are dirty too but
You never look back on what you’re gonna do

Remember when you were young
You’d lose yourself
In the morning, you know you won’t remember a thing

In the morning, you know it’s gonna be alright
I wake him up when I’m up
When I’m on the stage, well
A boy can’t help it, it’s not his fault
Just a dangerous dangerous thing
But then every night’s still so much fun
And you’re still out at dawn
I’m clinging on to the wrong ideas but
I never regret anything I’ve done

Remember when you were young
You’d lose yourself I
n the morning you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning you know it’s gonna be alright

In the morning, you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning, you know it’s gonna be all. . .
In the morning, you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning, you know it’s gonna be all…
In the morning, you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning, you know it’s gonna be alright

Are you really gonna do it this time?
Are you really gonna do it this time?
Are you really gonna do it this time?
Are you really gonna do it this time?

You’ve got got to do it this time
Are you really gonna do it do it do what?
Are you really gonna do it do it do it yeah
Are you really gonna do it what

In the morning you know he won’t remember a thing
No not a thing and
In the morning you know he won’t remember a thing

Razorlight

There's an old woman inside me. So, so scared of the world. So afraid of truely living. She's a prisioner of Fait. She's trapped inside herself by ancient superstitions. She sees the world but does not seize it. So many barriers around her twisting her view of reality. She has never achieved anything, all her dreams were left unattended.

I feel like an old woman who's eyes still glisten with youth. I feel her crawled up deep within me and she has taught me nothing but despair.

Carol

You can’t measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.

Milan Kundera

Oh so true....!

"Acid Jazz Singer"

Well let me tell you something let me tell you so
This could be the one thing that you really need to know
You got to stop once in a while
And shake off that face of yours
Cause nothing comes easy no it just comes free
You could sing it better if you'd sing it for me oh sister

Well I cannot claim this advice as my own
I learned it in the gutter one night coming home
She said "Don't you look ridiculous"
I checked her out meticulously
I don't wanna stop to argue but my
Teeth were broke
I said " I'd love to contradict you
But my life's a joke oh sister"

She said I'm no genius and I've lost myself
The books are on the table and the secret's on the shelf
And it's one time keep it slow wind them up and here we go
Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow
Some said she was saintly to some she was a swinger
Me I only knew her as an acid jazz singer come on

Well I'm a lucky man and maybe so is she
And maybe this is just the way it has to be
It's all based on speculation seems a crazy occupation to me
And though I didn't much believe her I was bound to call
I really didn't want to miss a single thing at all oh sister

She said I'm no genius and I've lost myself
The books are on the table and the secret's on the shelf
And it's one time keep it slow wind them up and here we go
Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow
Some said she was saintly to some she was a swinger
Me I only knew here as an acid jazz singer come on

She said I'm no genius and I've lost myself
The books are on the table and the secret's on the shelf
And it's one time keep it slow wind them up and here we go
Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow
Some said she was saintly to some she was a swinger
Me I only knew here as an acid jazz singer
I haven't seen her lately man I have to ring her
Put your hands together for the Acid jazz singer come on ...

The Fratellis

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.

Carl Sagan

When insults had class...

“He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.”— Winston Churchill

“A modest little person, with much to be modest about.”— Winston Churchill

“I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.”— Clarence Darrow

“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”— William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)

“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”— Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)

“Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I’ll waste no time reading it.”— Moses Hadas

“He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know.”— Abraham Lincoln

“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.”— Groucho Marx

“I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”— Mark Twain

“He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.”— Oscar Wilde

“I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend…. if you have one.”— George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill

“Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second… if there is one.”— Winston Churchill, in response

“I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.”— Stephen Bishop

“He is a self-made man and worships his creator.”— John Bright

“I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.”— Irvin S. Cobb

“He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others.”— Samuel Johnson

“He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.”— Paul Keating

“He had delusions of adequacy.”— Walter Kerr

“There’s nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won’t cure.”— Jack E. Leonard

“He has the attention span of a lightning bolt.”— Robert Redford

“They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge.”— Thomas Brackett Reed

“He inherited some good instincts from his Quaker forebears, but by diligent hard work, he overcame them.”— James Reston (about Richard Nixon)

“In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily.”— Charles, Count Talleyrand

“He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.”— Forrest Tucker

“Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?”— Mark Twain

“His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.”— Mae West

Dancing: the vertical expression of a horizontal desire legalized by music.

George Bernard Shaw

O poeta e o mundo

Podem pedir-me, em vão,

Poemas sociais,

Amor de irmão pra irmão

E outras coisas mais:

Falo de mim – só falo

Daquilo que conheço.

O resto... calo

E esqueço.

António Manuel Couto Viana

"And I Remember Every Kiss"

(...)

But I swear I'll never kiss anyone

who doesn't burn me like the sun

(...)

Jens Lekman

The colors…oh, I see the most fantastic things. Do you realize when people just close their eyes what they see? It’s unbelievable. Colors and things, forms of every sort. I wonder if that happens for everybody?

Edie Sedgwick, Inner and Outer Space

In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

Haruki Murakami

E se não formos mais do que farrapos de emoções e repetições de erros de outras vidas?

Carol

"Love is supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it falls apart at the details. It can’t save a single person."

Jodi Picoult

Am I rambling if I say "I want you"?

Love echoes, you know?

Carol

breakfast

Forever is composed of nows.

Emily Dickinson