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junho 03, 2004

tenho amigos que me olham duvidosos e com algum preconceito quando menciono os r.e.m. como uma das minhas bandas preferidas.
a marta, que eu amo muito, tanto quanto ela imagina, pediu-me que lhe gravasse algumas músicas para ficar a conhecer os tipos.
apresento-vos alguns dos motivos pelos quais posso passar uma noite inteira a ouvir toda a minha colecção de r.e.m.


everyone walks the same
expecting me to step
the narrow path they've laid
they claim to
walk unafraid
i'll be clumsy instead


i read bad poetry
nto your machine.
i save your messages
just to hear your voice.
you always listen carefully
to awkward rhymes.
you always say your name,
like i wouldn't know it's you
at your most beautiful.


you wake up in the morning
and fall out of your bed
mean cats eat parakeets
and this one's nearly dead.


your Achilles heel
is a tendency
to dream
but you've known that from the beginning


there is a calm i haven't come to yet
i spend half my life figuring what comes next.


quote the scriptures, keep them guessing
which pit you crowled from.
that's when the insults star to sting
you can't remember anything
the chorus chime ine, the greek chorus,
the machine of god singing


i used to think, as bird take wing,
they sing through life, so why can't we?
we cling to this, we claim the best
if this is what you're offering
i'll take the rain


once you had a dream
of oceans and sunken cities
memories of things you've never known


so
i dive into a pool so cool and deep that if i sink i sink
and when i swim i fly so high