Words are slipping off my tongue
formulars are lost at sea
without you we can’t sing this song
but none of us will then be free

If I cast my spell on you
My past and present
- and the things I believe in, too
what will it do to you
and how can we see through
this game in the blue?

Reality slips away
as we pretend to know what to say
we become copies of our fear
and now the past is coming near

Now I know for sure
if I dig into you
I will find gold
and I’ll find a cure
for me and my stupid
pretending to be
what I’m not
which Cupid
and everyone else can see

Now i’m certain that I
can believe anything
you say about why
who and where is the sting
when everybody’s an open
storybook closing
and time is so bent
on somebody posing

These are the images
the signs and the words
through which we live
and try to be heard

I wish for the silence
I’ve always been missin’
to stop all the violence
and for once let me listen

Now i’m certain that I
can believe anything
you say about why
who and where is the sting
when everybody’s an open
storybook closing
and time is so bent
on somebody posing

It dances and it twinkles
and before anytime arrives
it grows to fill the world with love
and everything revives

It is the time of birth
it is the time of all beginning
and all is new and all is worth
and all the birds are singing

This is your home
this is your soul
this is where we’re all going
after we all become one and whole
when at last we become knowing

But for now
wait and see
do and be
nothing great will really go down
and you know it so you’re a clown
like your pride and all that’s down
with the music and the sound
you know it’s all just a lotta sound
you know those people ain’t been around
you know if they had thei’d still be down
and you know it’s the same
the whole globe around
so why don’t you start lookin’ for some answers
and you know I don’t mean no wide web chancers
I mean look for it everywhere
look for long like you care
and if you do I might meet you right there

Så kender verden ingen rænker
når de forbundne tar på flugt
og svæver langs med tankens lænker
til den længst forbudne frugt

Alle kender himmelen
man skammen binder vrimmelen
til aldrig åbent ærligt og helt uden skam
at forsage religionen og huske ham

Está fazendo um ano e meio, amor
Que o nosso lar desmoronou
Meu sabiá, meu violão
E uma cruel desilusão
Foi tudo que ficou
Ficou
Prá machucar meu coração

Quem sabe, não foi bem melhor assim
Melhor prá você e melhor prá mim
O mundo é uma escola
Onde a gente precisa aprender
A ciência de viver prá não sofrer

For at gøre mit hjerte ondt

Du kører atten måneders kærlighed
og hele verden kører rundt
Min kløe på mit ar, og min guitar
Og en grusom skuffelse, det var
alt hvad det var
Det var
Bare for at gøre mit hjerte ondt

Hvem ved så meget om en bedre vej
Bedst for dig og bedre for mig
Verden er jo en skole
Hvor vi er nødt til at lære
Livets lære er ikke nær så syg som jeg

Det hele handler om inderlighed
du importerer din partners software
det kan ikke fakes
ingen smalle steder her
din gate står åben eller
den er lukket og intet sker

Alle fake forsøg strander
alle ambitioner kommer til kort
alle kærlighedens fjender lander
med et brag udenfor Pimpernels Port

Du søger desperat kærlighed
du finder en hule så helvedes hed
du finder hvad du giver
og aldrig hvad du får
og kærligheden siver
mellem dine år

Kærlighedens sæbeboble
brister når du griber den
alt du kan er blot at koble
evigheden på igen

Alle ambitioner strander
alle drømme vågnes bort
alle kærlighedens venner lander
med et brag indenfor Pimpernels Port

Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det er overflødigt, du ved besked
Men det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det er overflødigt, du ved besked
Men det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det er overflødigt, du ved besked
Men det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det er overflødigt, du ved besked
Men det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed
Det hele handler om kærlighed

du betaler for din video
hver gang du køber en volvo
du betaler forureningen
hver gang du åbner øjenene

det er allerede privatiseret
dit vand må du lade
det koster en hund pr meter
det løber lige igennem
og nogen skummer det overflødige fra
og bruger det imod dig
anskaffer sig en økonomisk fordel
er vi ikke for gamle til den slags

Nej det hele er et dukkehjem
og børnene leger voksne
det hele er et vokskabinet
og børnene stivner i det voksne
og døden er endnu nær
så de lever gennem deres børn

deres plastik-fortid
hvor længslen efter forløsning
bliver længslen efter kontrol

nej de køber en volvo

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So, here is the bass line of Aqua de março:

(one measure at each line):

Bas:

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Now, this is just the bass lline.

Color at wish.

To each his/her own…

A friend of mind has the same kind of issues. I told him just this: Your anger influences the judgement of your opponents. He told me he had the right to be angry.

Now this is like a child, who is told to wait until the food has cooled off a little, or he or she will burn his/her toungue. And the child says: “I have the right to eat my food now, and I’m hungry!”

Lower your voice. Never shout, it will make your anger accumulate. In a video I saw, you told your asociate not to let ‘them’ ruin the evening. Your anger made that remark redundant and/or futile.

When people mention the suffering of the jews in the 40-ies, don’t play your own card. Just let it be, and continue on the matter of importance: the suffering of the palestinians.

Confrontation is unneccesary. Just say: Yes, it was despicable. Now, let’s stop it from happening all over the world, including Palestine. Including, not excluding.

That will work in the real world. But in you mind, you have the right to be angry and burn your toungue and shit your self and what ever.

If it works for you, knock your self out. To each, his own. It doesn’t neccesarily work for the rest of the world. Anger started the whole thing in the first place.

Picture a picture
of time and space

imagine that you
are its time and place

See
Terminator 3
in memory
of past opportunities
which form
a soundboard
for almost poetry