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sâmbătă, 28 mai 2016

Anguished butterflies


The hooker in the mirror red lipstick smeared over her face
Staring hopelessly while losing count of her regrets
When daddy made her woman and nothing’s ever been the same
Waiting all these years for someone to relieve the blame

Rich woman in the mirror perfect make up on her face 
Questioning that something missing from her silver cage
Priceless golden bracelet making up for empty soul 
An ever lasting longing for someone real at  the door


The questions always rising the answers never fall 
The sense in senseless  lives  the chasers of a lure, 
Spinning around the bulb of life like butterflies 
Pursuit of happiness, the fear of loneliness
You never break the pattern you foolish Freudian clown,
He died for all our sins but I still wear the thorn crown,
Considering the world it doesn’t look like Love has won…

We are anguished butterflies converting fluttering to reason…

Frozen and detached the hooker gratifies the  men 
The rich woman enrolled her broken heart in charities 
Self delusion is sweet, healing wounds, taking care 
But the blame is still there every night, everywhere

The cage door is open but I won’t fly 
Gloom and routine are safer for now 
Outside of blame nothing’s foregone
And I’m scared of…. 

The questions always rising the answers never fall 
The sense in senseless  lives  the chasers of a lure, 
Spinning around the bulb of life like butterflies 
Pursuit of happiness, the fear of loneliness

It’s round,  so wrong and round, this vicious cycle, we never break out,

You never break the pattern you foolish freudian clown,
He died for all our sins but I still wear the thorn crown,
I’m squirming on the ground to shake away the blame
To go back to the baby I was and ease his pain  
Am I strong enough to love him? To show him a new life? 
Assure him he is safe now as they turn off the lights?
And can I come again from time to time to watch him sleep?

On her day off the hooker goes down to the beach 
Sun is rising the waves gently cover her feet  
A rich woman, white dress strolls along the shore 
Seagulls cry flying over the calm blue sea… 







       













   




    













joi, 12 mai 2016

Vama - Memories Now

Într-o scenă fabuloasă din Once upon a time in America Noodles (Robert DeNiro, ajuns în film la vârsta de 60 de ani) intră în cabina unei faimoase actrițe de la Hollywood pe care o iubise fără speranță toată viața. Nu-mi aduc aminte decât că era o scenă în care regretele păreau că-ți strivesc capul. Și-mi mai aduc aminte replica asta: "Noodles, în viață nu rămânem decît cu amintirile. Dacă ai să ieși pe ușa aceea (o altă ușă a cabinei care dădea spre culise) nu o să le mai ai nici pe alea. În culise, pe un scaun, stătea băiatul celui mai bun prieten al lui Noodles și fiul acestei actrițe.

Replica asta m-a bântuit toată viața: "Noodles, în viață nu rămânem decît cu amintirile..."


There was a time when I walked the fringe of life
Wasted
And if I'm looking back
I see all my regrets
Watching
Nothing stays, nothing lasts, see your future speeding past

Memories are all we
Memories are all we have
Time will blow everything away
Seize the beauty of life today
Memories are all we
Memories are all we have

I used to give away the meaning of today
Stupid
My past has taught me how to live the here and now
Building

Memories are all we
Memories are all we have
Time will blow everything away
Seize the beauty of life today

Memories are all we
Memories are all we have
Time will blow everything away
Seize the beauty of life today
Nothing stays, nothing lasts, see your future speeding past
Memories are all we
Memories are all we have

The future’s closer than it shows, just live the moment as it goes and do it beautifully it’s your only fortune
When our journey has no future ahead memories are all we have left
Nothing stays, nothing lasts, see your future speeding past

Memories are all we
Memories are all we have
Time will blow everything away
Seize the beauty of life today