THE RHYME SCHEME [cursive]
Words have no feeling without loaded meanings
Words take too long to come across
Meanings are meant for defining defintions
We load them for efect, it's cheap but it's working
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It's the best I've got to get your attention
I could never get your attention
I could never please you
The verses are wasted on words you won't relate to
On words you'll never hear
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It's not working -- I don't feel any better
I don't feel so well
The verbal breakdown has failed
So I'm whispering secrets
Hush, hush, on the loudspeaker
Words sculpted on verse become absurd
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But it's the best I've got to get your attention
I could never get your attention
I could never please you
Words so sympathetic -- symphonic, yet pathetic -- are tossed on to the song
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The meaning is lost...
The meaning is lost...
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Words... just... won't... work...
Words... are... slowly demeaning their meanings
Words... make... things... worse
Words... are... always repeating
Losing their meaning
These words failed
Words fail

* eu acho essa letra uma coisa horrível de torta e desesperada, angustiante. gosto muito dela. me remete à manu.

IRONY IS FOR SUCKERS [lifetime]
Tonight try not to think about things please be happy for one night and maybe we could go get a drink or maybe you could take me for a drive I could show you where I used to live and where I had my first smoke I wonder if you know that it’s difficult for me not knowing what to think of things now I’m confused about everything it’s just sometimes I don’t mind you tell me everything is changing but you know that sometimes it just seems like you’re complaining you ask a million questions it seems so neverending you know sometimes I just wish you’d shut your trap Let’s forget work and let’s just listen to the clash 'cause I can wait forever put it down let’s just walk away from everything ‘cause it can’t last forever I can see you’re running out of patience with me irony is for suckers wait for me I just need a little bit of time ‘cause I can wait for you.

* let's forget work and let's just listen to the clash...

BOBBY TRUCK TRICKS [lifetime]
Can I come over? I don’t now if I wanna talk 'cause phones they can’t do it for me I need to see your eyes. Sometimes it’s so far from me I can’t explain whether words or minds can’t find common ground. The first thing I did was throw up the shades and look to the night can it be my third winter here stuck in small town You rode your bike
past dark windows shades looked down from my roof and not hollered a thing Can I be so sad? and not so close to forgetting last snowfalls time precurse seasons cold and come of age even cold night can’t shake dreaming trains endless track this time it’s not worth fighting I think I really like you Can I come over? Warm words and eyes and not going back and I don’t even care because I’m already there.

* quando eu tô triste e ouço essa música, o tocha me vem à cabeça. tem horas que eu tenho vontade de ligar pra ele só pra ver se ele existe mesmo. não vivo mais sem meu amigo roqueiro!!

high hopes
só músicas que inspiram, consolam, partem o coração...