at least just till the end

words I couldn't write by Thurston Moore

Fri/End

You step on the purple vale
Emit shards of a screaming halo.
You strap on your rainbow sail.
Rainbow resin, a sticky cyclone
Oh, how i love the smell of your charred remains
Nothing better
Than to meet your sweetheart in severed chains
It's love forever.

Chorus

Yeah, I'll always be your friend.
Oh yeah, at least just till the end.


Our burner switches hit
Instant meltdown, free-fry the ghost town.
Fresh battery head trip.
Love it to death, how, go child strum sound.
Never leave you alone, harsh and heavy drone.
To cook a sizzle soft beat.
Pre-historic love, electric catacomb.
I see your look goes to me.

Chorus

Yeah, I'll always be your friend.
Oh yeah, at least just till the end.

Bridge

Pardon me, purple vale.
The ticket of the girl who loves you.
She rides the high rail
Devotional dogma crackles above you
And all the startled tones chilling tonight
Sweet circular motions
Amplify a moon dot(?) in her sight
And love smiles through me.

Chorus

Yeah, I'll always be your friend.
Oh yeah, at least just till the end.

You Just Picked Up A Hitcher, A Prisoner of the White Lines on the Freeway

So now I'm returning to myself

Im traveling in some vehicle
Im sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way

Teacher marks our height against the wall...

Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphbet
and when I wake tommorow I'll bet
that you and I will walk together again
cause I can tell that we're going to be friends

When words alone can't speak...

A song can.

Can you tell someone that you love them...

..but that you can live without them?

It seems like it's not possible, it seems like we have been telling ourselves that it can't be done. But then you look at how the world works and you notice that it is done. That lots of people end up not getting what they want. Or what they deserve.

I think, more than anything, that people wrongfully jump to the conclusion that those who don't work for what they want, or what they think they deserve, people think that those people cannot be happy. But it's not entirely true.

happiness comes in moments, and I guess it's up to us to decide how long these moments can last.

A truly happy person is the one who can make a moment last forever, or one who will never run short of moments to live.

M

Never cared, and the world turned hearts to love

Menos de um mês pra voltar pra Boston...

I think I need to become someone else.

Because it's not paying off to be me.

At 3 A.M.

At 3 AM, 

There is no one interesting to talk to

At 3AM

The music means more

At 3 AM

The cold creeps in

At 3 AM

The thoughts I have

At 3 AM

The things I realize

At 3 AM

The spelling mistakes

that don't matter

At 3 AM

Lots of things matter,

to me

At 3 AM

What will happen,

when today already is tomorrow

At 3AM

The thoughts I had

At 3AM.

m.

A Love Song for Chan Marshall

I read a lot of biographies. There's something about getting into someone else's life for those minutes when you are immersed in the pages of a book that feels very liberating for me. I don't think my life is particularly boring, but I do think in relatives, and relatively, most of these people's lives are much less boring then mine.

I don't like to finish biographies though, because I feel too close to the subject. Whether they are dead or not, I wish their life was long enough to keep reading about on and on...

Chan Marshall is someone I'd like to meet someday.

More than just meet.

If I felt like that before I knew what she lived through, because she told me, it's cemented now, because someone else did too.

I don't like to finish Biographies.

M

I said brother...

If you only knew, you would wish you were in my shoes, so just keep on using me..

till you use me up