BEHIND_THE_MASK
A Liar... A Cheat...
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- Nov 13, 2006
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How can I kill these deafening voices?
How can I kill these deafening sounds?
That brutal scenario
Will never leave my mind
I live in constant torture
Breathing, but dead inside
This war will last forever
Until the guilty can be found!!!
Why?? you did this to me!!!
Why?? I can't do anything!!!
Why?? you did this to me!!!
Why?? I can't do anything!!!
(anything)
Walking between the borders
Grabbing my twisted mind
How to find a way to kill this
And put it underground
Waiting around the corner
I'm one step behind
I'll be awake forever
Until the guilty can be found
(will be found)
(you killed me.. but.. why?)
(business)
(will be found)
(you killed med.. but.. why?)
Why?? you did this to me!!!
Why?? I can't do anything!!!
Why?? you did this to me!!!
Why?? I can't do anything!!!
Why??
I just ask you Why??
I just ask you Why??
I just ask you Why??
Why?
WHYYYY????
Guitarra toca baixinho
Que alguém pode escutar
Só ela deve entender, só ela deve saber
Que estou falando de amor...
Cantam os grilos no campo,
E um pássaro no ramo,
Ninguém dorme nesta noite,
E menos ela que agora,
Escuta um riacho e suspira !
Pura prata no céu,
Um vaga-lume que passa,
Guitarra minha toca baixinho,
E mesmo com a mão incerta,
Toca guitarra que é hora !
Refrão
É hora, de dar-lhe todo bem que há no meu peito,
Dizer-lhe Deus também tenho direito
De amá-la como nunca amei ninguém !
É hora de respirar um pouco de ar puro,
Um prado é verde quando é primavera,
E o sol é quente mas a noite espera,
Por nós ...
A noite está tão serena,
E eu dormindo em seu seio ...
Deus! Como bate o coração,
A gente sonha e agora,
Dorme guitarra que é hora!
Refrão
Guitar play softly
That someone can listen
Only she must understand, only she must know
That I am speaking about love...
The crickets sing in the field,
And a bird in the branch,
Nobody sleeps in this night,
And less she that now,
Listen to a brook and sigh!
Pure silver in the sky,
A glow-worm that passes,
Guitar of mine play softly,
And even with the uncertain hand,
Play guitar that is the hour!
Refrain
It is the hour, to give her all the good I have in my chest,
Say to her, God I have right too
Of loving her as never before I loved nobody!
It is the hour of breathing a little of pure air,
A meadow is green when it is spring,
And the sun is hot but the night it waits,
For us...
The night is so calm,
And I sleeping in her breast...
God! How the heart beats,
We dream and now,
Sleep guitar that is hour!
Refrain
Isn't it called Space Oddity?Major Tom by David Bowie
We were talking about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away
We were talking about the love we all could share
When we find it, to try our best to hold it there with our love
With our love, we could save the world, if they only knew
Try to realise it's all within yourself
No one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small
And life flows on within you and without you
We were talking about the love that's gone so cold
And the people who gain the world and lose their soul
They don't know, they can't see, are you one of them?
When you've seen beyond yourself then you may find
Peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come when you see we're all one
And life flows on within you and without you
Isn't it called Space Oddity?
(Chorus)Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a madman
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say
(Chorus)
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well, it surely
means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say
(Chorus)
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
(Chorus)
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Till they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feelin' mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm gettin' mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
Mom's been thrown out of the social circles
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose the Reverend Smithy
He recognized me and punched me in the nose
He said, no more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said you're sick, you're obscene
amadeus said:Dire Straits - "Walk of Life"