I'll be your stumbleine

Porque há alturas em que poucos álbuns fazem sentido

These days I sit at corner stones
And count the time the quarter turns to ten
Please don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them

Nico - These Days

The tale of Dusty and Pistol Pete

Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors:
"why cant you miss me?"
 
Pistol Pete removes the final breaths from her unkind
and she is shaking
What does this mean in love or in peace?
With you lying next to me
So faithless serene
And she calls to him

"Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars"

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No cars go

Nightswiming

Paredes de Coura - 9/10

Momento músico-emocional do festival

Megafone

São cinco e meia, acabei agora o Budapeste.

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