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segunda-feira, dezembro 04, 2006

charlotte series V

i think i'll be fine if i'm covered in wine
nice to hate you and love you again

segunda-feira, novembro 27, 2006

charlotte series IV - bunny special

(Só me dás trabalho, tu!)

no more labour
i must sit and savour
in the knots you're putting
inside my stomach

(...)

come a little closer
to the engine motor
i can love you so
i'll love you so well

quarta-feira, novembro 22, 2006

charlotte series III

Your palm sweat, it isn't all that i can handle.

sexta-feira, novembro 10, 2006

segunda-feira, novembro 06, 2006

charlotte series II

i better not call back
give me a quick slap
maybe i'll slam my teeth on your heart

better not obsess
better not forget
i'm rich as i'll ever be

sexta-feira, outubro 27, 2006

charlotte series I

Example

how the sky breaks into what we should've formed
and we are no cloud no sun and we're no rainbow that's sure
and we're no heat no street just a vapour in the fog

it's the same sad love song
and it's all right all wrong
and we're too weak too strong
to cut the cord

quinta-feira, setembro 14, 2006

sábado, maio 13, 2006

judas

is simplicity best or simply the easiest?
the narrowest pass is always the holiest
so walk on barefoot for me
suffer some misery
if you want my love, if you want my love

man will survive the harshest conditions
and stay alive from difficult decisions
so make up your mind for me
walk the line for me
if you want my love, if you want my love

idle talk, hollow promises
cheating judases, doubting thomases
don't just stand there and shout it
do something about it

you can fulfil your wildest ambitions
and i'm sure you will lose your inhibitions
so open yourself for me
risk your health for me
if you want my love, if you want my love

sábado, janeiro 07, 2006

convite...




My Invitation

You are what they call the human season
You are all the alphabet in one
You are every colour of confusion
You are all the silence I've become

Love me for
Stupid reasons
I like those most

Wide-eyed but
Worth believing
God knows

Damn the angry voice that keeps us queit
The editor whose work is never done
Keeping pretty words between my teeth and
Sweet confessions underneath my tongue

Drowsy contemplation
Do I let you in
This is my invitation
But how do I begin?

She has such an awful lot of soldiers
Quite a lovely army all her own
Night and day they stand before the fortress
Very safe but very all alone


Sarah Slean

quinta-feira, agosto 11, 2005

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I'm a small person. The smallest in my family. I'm the runt of the litter. I don't make any sense in my family. But the strength of the music, and the passion that swirls around inside me, is too big for my body. It's incongruous with a small pale person from suburban Pickering. I have to be a bigger me.

Sarah Slean