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Remains... e 1 e 2 e 3
"a mistery to me. we have a greed, with which we have agreed. You think you have to want more than you need, until you have it all you won't be free. SOCIETY, you're a crazy breed, I hope you're not lonely, without me.
When you want more than you have you think you need. and when you think more than you want your thoughts begin to bleed... I think I need to find a bigger place'cos when you have more than you think you need more space. SOCIETY, you're a crazy breed, I hope you're not lonely without me.
There's those thinking more or less, less is more, but if less is more how you're keeping score?Means for every point you make your level drops, kinda like you're starting from the top... and you can't do that...
SOCIETY, you're a crazy breed, I hope you're not lonely without me
SOCIETY, crazy indeed, I hope you're not lonely without me
SOCIETY, have mercy on me, I hope you're not angry if I disagree
SOCIETY, crazy indeed, I hope you're not lonely without me."
Letra da música "Society", escrita por Jerry Hannan, para Eddie Vedder (álbum Into the Wild)
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(...)
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor
Into an empty space.
He does not sit with silent men
Who watch him night and day;
Who watch him when he tries to weep,
And when he tries to pray;
Who watch him lest himself should rob
The prison of its prey
(...)
by Oscar Wilde
Levantamos casas para o amor
cidades bombardeamos para a morte
Plantamos a seara para o amor
racionamos o trigo para a morte
Florimos atalhos para o amor
rasgamos fronteiras para a morte
Escrevemos poemas para o amor
lavramos escrituras para a morte
o amor e a morte somos
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