"Why let the sad song play?"

Há bandas e bandas. Há músicas e músicas. E depois há aquelas bandas que fazem aquelas músicas.

Não sei o Eddie dos Pearl Jam tem noção do que fez quando escreveu esta música. Estou a falar do "Black". A música acompanha a minha vida há anos e anos e anos....em fases diferentes, mas o sentimento que me desperta é sempre exactamente o mesmo. Toca num pontinho bem escondido da alma, que por vezes me esqueço que existe.

And the song goes like this :

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay

Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.

All five horizons revolved around her soul

As the earth to the sun

Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything

Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds

Of what was everything.

Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outsideI'm surrounded by some kids at play

I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head

(I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning)

How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass

Of what was everything?

All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...

yeah...Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,

I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why

Why, why can't it be, can't it be mine

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Processo Criativo

http://www.vantagequest.org/cycle.htm

http://www.productiveflourishing.com/demystifying-the-creative-process/

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/kimberly-brooks/the-creative-process-in-e_b_71909.html

"Wearing the inside out"

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"wearing the inside out"

From morning to night I stayed out of sight
Didnt recognise what Id become
No more than alive Id barely survive
In a word...overrun

Wont hear a sound
From my mouth
Ive spent too long
On the inside out
My skin is cold
To the human touch
This bleeding hearts
Not beating much

I murmured a vow of silence and now
I dont even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light I turn on the night
Wear its darkness with an empty smile

Im creeping back to life
My nervous system all away
Im wearing the inside out

Look at him now
Hes paler somehow
But hes coming round
Hes starting to choke
Its been so long since he spoke
Well he can have the words right from my mouth

And with these words I can see
Clear through the clouds that covered me
Just give it time then speak my name
Now we can hear ourselves again

Im holding out
For the day
When all the clouds
Have blown away
Im with you now
Can speak your name
Now we can hear
Ourselves again

Hes curled into the corner
But still the screen is flickering
With an endless stream of garbage to
...curse the place
In a sea of random images
The self-destructing animal
Waiting for the waves to break

Hes standing on the threshold
Caught in fiery anger
And hurled into the furnace hell
...curse the place
Hes torn in all directions
And the screen is still flickering
Waiting for the flames to break

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