Old Bands

I love old music, and I am often judged by that. But I do not care, fact is that no little band of hardcore replaces a good old Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin. I learned to like rock with my father, since childhood I was always fascinated by bands like U2 and Queen, and that lasts until today. I'm in love with vinyl records, I have a friend who tells me I only like one thing if you have dust. But you see, that whole thing that the vinyl record is in no iPod will ever pass. I'll take the 80, all that debauchery that existed within each of today no longer exists within the other. But for me there, I say I was born at the wrong time, but look, we still have very good things in the world. Do not disagree with anyone who says we turn on the TV and only see shit, this is true. But sometimes I turn the TV on and are passing those classic rock! Those clips without any special effects, just music, and music is everything. I love old bands, I love that rock and roll 80s, was the best. But do not discount the possibility of discovering a great new band, I just find it hard because the themes of the songs now are all the same. I still live in the era of vinyl, I still buy original CD's, and I have an Ipod because I think that's a hell that only serves to devalue the work of a musician. Listen to vinyl and then tell me if it was worth it.

GREEN DAY

I always wanted to write a text that I speak only the best band in the world, some many lines about three men who changed my way of
see the world, that made me give more value to everything, but mainly to the music. Green Day is one band to another, but to me it is anything but
band. It's a heat that flows in my veins and can not ever be erased, this heat ... my friends called ROCK AND ROLL! But unlike any other
band, whether or not punk, Green Day is like an addiction for me, that makes me think of that time lost listening to junk there. My history with this band
incredible start in 2009 when by chance, or not met a guy who introduced me to a cold surface and a punk rock band that would later
literally become a part of me. Months passed and I ended up losing contact with this boy, in October 2009, the first time in my life
I can say that television held me for over three hours! Yes, three hours on the same channel without even blinking. On VH1, videography Green Day, that I
... fascinated as I had never noticed those guys, so I loved that punk rock? How? But I felt at that time U2 was no longer the best
band in my opinion and now Green Day was taking place. From that day on I started to hear those songs all the time, had little time to
nothing more. Each chord, each soil was delirious ... I heard it and still Crazy about much. I went to the next phase: my beloved posters! Every time spent in
front of a stall or go into the supermarket and saw a magazine with Green Day on the cover, I had to buy. Today I look at each one and can tell a story,
is priceless. Love is a feeling unmatched fan, is unlike anything that one might feel, is an admiration that turns into a love so great and
gets to be a obsession like: I WANT TO GRAB Billie ON STAGE! It's crazy to see more closely who you admire. But let's calm. The year
2010 began and I became increasingly anxious for them to come to Brazil, Oh my God! It was everything I needed to realize a true fan!
To have a small idea, I spent Christmas Eve and New Year watching the DVD of Bullet In A Bible! The year 2010 began and was difficult to start, me and this kid who
said he was very punk but I later discovered it was just another poser voltamoa dating, this time I ended up leaving a bit of Green Day
side, but few months later when we finish songs like Know Your Enemy and Holiday were like therapy for me, and I cried too much
listening to songs like Wake Me Up When September Ends, 21 Guns, Restless Heart Syndrome ... But it all made me even more to love those guys, I just
will discover one of the few bands that have stirred my emotions. Shortly thereafter, I as usual went on twitter at the end of the night and seek the tag
"Green Day" when I see the first tweet almost fall back: Green Day in Brasilia in October. Heavens! At the time nothing came to my head not to be: I go and ready.
I had to go, needed that show, needed a dose of all that craziness I saw in Bullet In A Bible. And so it went, I heard from April to October
Green Day all the time, and the big day had not arrived. I was counting down, bought T-shirts Green Day, I thought I would go with that outfit, chatted
with my friends on the show but they just felt an absurd to pay 340 to see a real rock band! "Fuck 'em" I thought. On 14
I arrived in Brasilia in October, when I felt what was about to happen gave me a chill, it was everything else was expected, it was this show. The next
spent three days there, took more than anything, I could not think of anything else except the show. October 17, 17:30 pm, there we were, me and my
father at the door waiting Nilson Nelson in the gates being opened, I never felt it was incredible. We went in there and the time was not, and I drank
ate noodles as you would anticipate anything, the anxiety was still there inside me. Exactly at nine at night, a rabbit, rose-colored, totally drunk takes the stage. Ah, my heart was in my mouth. It just felt a squeeze: will start. I can not describe in words what I felt when I finally ...
Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt and Billie Joe Armstrong took the stage. It's indescribable, thousands of people there jumping and singing along, crying, talking is not exactly like
how I felt. But it was incredibly tough! When it was over I hugged my dad crying and parched throats of both scream! I still do not know, but my life
from there would be free from feelings of insecurity. Everything changed from that day on, I knew the true meaning of the feeling of fuck. My life may
be a drug, but man ... I went to a Green Day concert!!
FOR ME, THE GREEN DAY IS NOT JUST A BAND, THEY ARE THE STORIES ARE PEOPLE ARE MEMORIES ARE TEARS. THERE ARE ONLY THREE FACES WITH THEIR
INSTRUMENTS ARE THREE GUYS THAT CHANGED MY LIFE. GREEN DAY IS EVERYTHING TO ME. I love them.

Perfil Obtuso

Não existiu lugar exato
Não marcamos hora certa
Não escolhemos roupa ideal
Não pensamos no que falar
Nós,simplesmente nos conhecemos

Não precisou de telefonemas
Não jantamos á luz de velas
Não houve nem mesmo um aperto de mão
Não pedimos pra que fosse assim
Nós,simplesmente nos conhecemos

Não saímos pra ver o sol se pôr
Não perdemos tempo com beijos e abraços
Nem fizemos muitos planos
Não senti sua mão sobre a minha
Nós,simplesmente nos conhecemos

Não sei ao certo quem é você
Você nunca me mandou flores
E eu,nem sei seu telefone
Ás vezes até me esqueço do seu nome
Mas o importante,é que nós nos conhecemos.

Sentenças Sinceras

Eu não quero mais fugir
De algo que está dentro de mim
Não preciso me esforçar
Para ver o que está na minha mente

Porque,é só uma coisa que insiste em me assombrar
Todas as noites quando eu tento dormir
Me lembro da roupa que você usava
No dia em que entrou na minha vida

Imagens surgem do nada
Tento golpeá-las,mas de nada isso vale
Você agora é uma parte de mim
Não tenho mais para onde correr

Foi tanto tempo de espera
O sentimento de falta deve elevar ao orgulho
E,no dia exato,na hora exata
Estaremos de volta,de volta a começo

Depois Da Meia Noite

São 1:15 da manha,este é o décimo copo de conhaque que derramo
Estou sozinha,faz frio lá fora
Apenas os livros que você não quis permanecem ao meu lado
Minha cabeça está girando,me sinto tão inútil

São 3:30 da manha,este é o décimo quinto cigarro que acendo
A única coisa que consigo fazer é me arrastar pelo chão
Minhas roupas continuam sujas de sangue
E eu que pensava que cortar os pulsos era solução para algo

São 4:20 da manhã,começo a ter alucinações
Minha visão falha,e o quarto permanece escuro
Não consigo encontrar uma gota sequer de bebida
A única coisa que sinto é o gosto das lágrimas

São 5:10 da manhã,é impossível dormir
Começo a ver imagens subindo pelas paredes
O dia logo amanhecerá
Eu não queria testemunhar isso

São 6:20 da manha,o sol invade minha janela
Eu queria estar morta para não ver isso
Nos meus pulsos,marcas do sangue que secou
Meu quarto inteiro cheira a conhaque

São 7:00 da manhã,posso ter uma noção do estrago
Pelo chão,além de mágoas,garrafas de cerveja,restos de cigarros
Um cheiro metálico de sangue se difunde com cheiro de alcóol
O que torna minha respiração algo impossível

E assim,dizem que foi...o fim da minha vida,depois da meia noite.

Mémorias de Uma Misantropa

Estou aqui suspensa sob meu corpo que jorra sangue
Ao meu lado meu pai segura uma faca,meu assassino
Espero poder voltar,mas há apenas escuridão
Ouço poucos sons que vem de fora
A chuva cai,a noite se engradesse, e meu pai apenas chora
Não sinto dor,apenas ansiedade
Já teria imaginado como seria as trevas
Não sinto medo,sentirei falta de meu pai,meu assassino
Tento me distrair com a simbologia no teto
Eu esperei alguém me chamar,nada aconteceu
A espera é cortante,não consigo ver muita coisa
Apenas um pai,um assassino arrependido provando do meu sangue
Uma luz,poderia ser da lua,invade aquele altar
Ilumina meu corpo molhado de lágrimas de um assassino
Eu poderia esperar para ver todos aqueles que sentirão falta
Mas não tenho tempo
Alguém me aguarda no lado escuro do mundo inferior
Então com minhas vestes sujas de sangue
E meu rosto molhado com a lágrimas de meu assassino
Faço meu corpo virar pó ,minha alma submerge em escuridão
Apenas ruínas,trevas,solidão
A solidão seria um bom fim para uma estúpida misantropa.

Mais Uma Dose

Provei apenas uma vez,mas foi o bastante para me viciar
E eu,é claro,quis muito mais
Eu tive sede daquele veneno
Eu sabia que acabaria morrendo
Eu sabia que sofreria pela falta que eu iria sentir
Eu ficava ofegante,eu queria todos os dias
Sonhava com aquele veneno que me foi aplicado
Sonhava em ter aquela sensação outra vez
Mais uma não,eu queria todo dia
O dia em que não era possível
Pesava sobre mim a pior das pressões psicológicas
Hoje ,eu que pensava que estava livre
Daria tudo por mais uma dose
Só para ter de novo o que eu realmente preciso
Se eu não morri por uma overdose
Acredito que a falta irá me matar
Mais uma dose,para mudar uma vida
Mais uma dose do seu veneno,garoto.