Lyrics for "Don't Take That Suitcase Off Of These Stairs"

As he woke and thought of the bless
Of her body laid there still at rest
'though careless numb and void
Hurry up please, it's not time for your choice

Wrought no feelings, none about you
No set of dreams they're about you
Even said words can't really say
Tomorrow'll be gone, let's live today
So please stay

The follies of yester year they don't mean a thing
Smiles rejoicing what you didn't mean
to do it is wrong but who gives a care
Don't take your suitcase off of these stairs
So please stay

Let your worries they worry themselves
You’re not really reasoning, for reason can’t tell
Don't stand all alone,
Tomorrow'll be gone, live today
And please stay
And please stay
And please stay
And please stay

Summon your forces to do what they're due
Wipe off your tears for them you can't use
Embrace this moment, come out and play
With the one yours truly babe
And please stay

Let your worries they worry themselves
You’re not really reasoning, for reason can’t tell
Don't stand all alone,
Tomorrow'll be gone, live today
And please stay
And please stay
And please stay
And please stay

Lyrics for "And Her Eyes"

Once there was a girl
With the golden hair
And her eyes and her eyes
Were stones and gems of golden days
And her locks and her curls
Were made to match her matchless ways
And her eyes and her eyes
Were so young were so bright
The dark blue complexion of the skies
Reflected the way she moved
The gracious wave of love's soft clouds
Through which the moon lit up her eyes
Her eyes and her eyes and her eyes

Like the lizard moorish queen
With looks from heaven come from sand
Lured into her cave of dreams
I was loved
And I was damned.

Lyrics for "You're Not Me"

Why would you want to make me see
The things like they were before
You think that I will make mistakes
But isn’t it what I’m here for?

What would you do if you were to start
Your days all over again
Would you repeat your victories by heart
With no errors, just pretend?

Well I don’t believe you’d do
You’d look at that perfect
reflection of you and refuse:
You’re not me
You’re not me
You’re not me.

So what, what,
Would you have me do?
What, what,
Would I do if I were you?

I’m sorry to cause you worries
Yes I know the road is long
And there’s pain and woes in for me
But there’s dreams to carry me on

And If I should fail I’ll tell you
I am bruised but have no regrets
I‘ve made so many mistakes
But learned lessons I’ll never forget

Well I just won’t look in the mirror
With a perfect reflection in it
and repeat:
You’re not me
You’re not me
You’re not me.

So what, what,
Would you have me do?
What, what,
Would I do if I were you?

So what, what,
Would you have me do?
What, what,
Would I do if I were you?

Lyrics for "Out Through the Window"

Well we both knew there would be a day
When I’d have to leave and do things my way
Oh well, at least I did

For my back is not that strong
Though you want I cannot be the one
I wish I was but I‘m just not that man

For we believed the dream that we had
And our masks they fit so well,
We played up that part until
Apart we fell

Now I see you out through the window
I can’t really close
And there’s no door into the garden
As there never was

High was the time it was about right
That I should decide to let this go
And let me be in your past

For you must have known that it could not be true
I made too many silent vows to you
It was clear someday you’d find me out

But like a saint you believed all my words
And like a toad I couldn’t keep my mouth shut
And stuck that fantasy to my flesh until it hurt

Now I see you out through the window
I can’t really close
And there’s no door into the garden
As there never was

And all these ideas that run through my head
Are but excuses for things left unsaid
Words of love or forgiving
Please forgive me

Now I see you out through the window I can’t really close…

Te quero linda, mas te quero nua

Desculpe Aninha,
Nada contra o amor, bala de goma
Fofuras mil ou o que for
É que tenho um amigo diabético
E eu mesmo trinta e um.
Um docinho é bom mas eu quero é carne
Te quero linda, mas te quero nua
Me impressiona tua sutileza de algodão
Mas meu desejo é tempestade.

A Song for Ophelia - early version

Lay love to fair ofelia, lay bless upon the ground
Lay wanting decorations to whom you bow down
Miraculous a'happenings and faces about town
The face of another saint you will love now
Regard her with compassion, to love you are a fool
Here comes another saint to lay down your rules

And every moment will be of bless and joy
And every hour will come to mean much more
As she shows the paradise to which you are a toy
Stuck inside a dream, life is grander than before

You count every aspect, her eyes, her lips and brows
You're hungry for her lips, to be with her right now
Your sure that you need, of her love you full of doubt
Till she's come back again, no sun light will come through
She is the God sent gift to light your life anew.

And every moment will be of bless and joy
And every hour will come to mean much more
She'll give you peace, tenderness and pain
But it's all worth it, the future now could never be the same.

And her legs, her smile, her dark brown hair
They all whisper promisses of long awaited paradise
As she looks away and dismiss your demands
She shines like the morning sun

The lasting impressions of meeting's first event
They linger lasting longer than time can comprehend
Voracious desires of pleasures to holiness bow
your saint earthly heaven, she's on her way out

And not every moment will be of bless and joy
Although every hour will come to mean much more
She'll give you love she says, tenderness then pain
But it's all worth it anyway

ORANGE (no. 16)

Na tarde cinza,
te mostrarei o Coursera, o Veduca, o Lynda, o iTunes U
e aqueles cursos de Yale com o Paul Bloom.
Vou te contar dos podcasts, dos documentários da BBC,
no Netflix ou no Youtube;
do RSS, da edição do Paris Review, do Lapham's Quarterly,
New Yorker, Atlantic , Spectator, Economist (...)
(...) pra ler bem aqui no Facebook.
Indicarei iBooks, Kindle para iPad,
Bookdepository,
e umas cinqüenta e três mil palestras do TED.
.
.
.
Mas na manhã azul,
quando o peso do barulho for já muito grande,
a informação, asfixiante
E essa coisa toda parecer demais pra ti,
.
.
.
Na manhã azul,
vou te falar de Urubici.