"My Violent Heart"

You and I, we may look the same
But we are very far apart
There's bullet-holes where my compassion used to be
And there is violence in my heart

Into fire you can send us
From the fire we return
You can label us a consequence
Of how much you have to learn

You can try but you'll never understand
This is something you will never understand
Can you hear it now?
Hear it coming now?
Can you hear it now?

On hands and knees
We crawl
You cannot stop us all
you wear our bones
our skin
We will not let you in

You have set something in motion
Much greater than you've ever known
Standing there in all your grand naivety
About to reap what you have sown

Time will feed upon your weaknesses
And soon you'll lose the will to care
When you return to the place that you call home
We will be there, we will be there

On hands and knees
We crawl
You cannot stop us all
Our blood will stay
We will not go away

On hands and knees
We crawl
You can not stop us all
Our blood, our grace
Will never leave this place

We crawl
We crawl
We crawl
We crawl 

Convite Triste

e quanto mais o tempo passa, mais eu vou achando que pouquíssimas pessoas merecem este poema. 

Meu amigo, vamos sofrer, 

vamos beber, vamos ler jornal, 

vamos dizer que a vida é ruim, 

meu amigo, vamos sofrer. 

Vamos fazer um poema 

ou qualquer outra besteira. 

Fitar por exemplo uma estrela 

por muito tempo, muito tempo 

e dar um suspiro fundo 

ou qualquer outra besteira. 

Vamos beber uísque, vamos 

beber cerveja preta e barata, 

beber, gritar e morrer, 

ou, quem sabe? beber apenas. 

Vamos xingar a mulher, 

que está envenenando a vida 

com seus olhos e suas mãos 

e o corpo que tem dois seios 

e tem um embigo também. 

Meu amigo, vamos xingar 

o corpo e tudo que é dele 

e que nunca será alma. 

Meu amigo, vamos cantar, 

vamos chorar de mansinho 

e ouvir muita vitrola, 

depois embriagados vamos 

beber mais outros sequestros 

(o olhar obsceno e a mão idiota) 

depois vomitar e cair 

e dormir. 

(Carlos Drummond de Andrade, 

em "Brejo das Almas")

Once I had a pony, her name was Lucifer
I had a pony, her name was Lucifer
She broke her leg and she needed shooting
I swear it hurt me more than it could ever have hurted her

Sometimes I wonder what's going on in the mind of Miss X
Sometimes I wonder what's going on in the mind of Miss X
You know she got such a sweet disposition
I never know what the poor girl's gonna do to me next

They say you're usin' voodoo, your feet walk by themselves
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to
Is gonna give ya back what you're wishinn' on someone else

Come over here pony, I, I wanna climb up one time on you
Come over here pony, I, I wanna climb up one time on you
Well, you're so bad and nasty
But I love you, yes I do

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