Vinhos
So it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks
And we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop
And I thought at fifteen that I'd have it down by sixteen
And twenty-four keeps breathing in my face
Like a mad whore
And twenty-four keeps pounding at my door
Like a friend you don't want to see
Oldness comes with a smile
To every love given child
Oldness comes to rile
The youth who dream suicide.
- Daddy
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time — Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly...
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OCTOBER 1ST, 1987 DAY OFF Van Nuys, noon Home sweet home... just woke up. Flew in from Salt Lake last night... Robbin flew with us and Tom stayed then drove back home. The flight was smooth and the sky so gorgeous. Our pilot would tip the plane to the...
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I am sad I feel that the future is hopeless and that things cannot improve I am bored and dissatisfied with everything I am a complete failure as a person I am guilty, I am being punished I would like to kill myself I used to be able to cry but...
- The Golden Palominos — Dead Inside
I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes. The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black. Smell of gas, oil, animals. I'm in the trunk. My wrists and ankles tied. Tape over my mouth, it almost covers my nose, but I can breathe barely. I...
- Black Sabbath — Heaven And Hell
Era puto. 13 anitos, no máximo. Foi dos primeiros discos que comprei. Black Sabbath sem o Ozzy. Muito bom. Fica um cheirinho. Já agora, wishing well é uma fonte dos desejos. É isto. Vai acompanhada pela letra, que eu sei que há quem goste. Throw...
Vinhos
Red House Painters — Down Colorful Hill
So it's not loaded stadiums or ballparksAnd we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop
And I thought at fifteen that I'd have it down by sixteen
And twenty-four keeps breathing in my face
Like a mad whore
And twenty-four keeps pounding at my door
Like a friend you don't want to see
Oldness comes with a smile
To every love given child
Oldness comes to rile
The youth who dream suicide.
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- Daddy
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time — Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly...
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OCTOBER 1ST, 1987 DAY OFF Van Nuys, noon Home sweet home... just woke up. Flew in from Salt Lake last night... Robbin flew with us and Tom stayed then drove back home. The flight was smooth and the sky so gorgeous. Our pilot would tip the plane to the...
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I am sad I feel that the future is hopeless and that things cannot improve I am bored and dissatisfied with everything I am a complete failure as a person I am guilty, I am being punished I would like to kill myself I used to be able to cry but...
- The Golden Palominos — Dead Inside
I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes. The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black. Smell of gas, oil, animals. I'm in the trunk. My wrists and ankles tied. Tape over my mouth, it almost covers my nose, but I can breathe barely. I...
- Black Sabbath — Heaven And Hell
Era puto. 13 anitos, no máximo. Foi dos primeiros discos que comprei. Black Sabbath sem o Ozzy. Muito bom. Fica um cheirinho. Já agora, wishing well é uma fonte dos desejos. É isto. Vai acompanhada pela letra, que eu sei que há quem goste. Throw...