sexta-feira, dezembro 22, 2006

For those who do nothing but...




"Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
Stingy thingy into little me, me, me
But just "ripple" said the cripple
As my jaw dropped to the ground
Smile smile

It's true I always wanted love to be
Hurtful
And it's true I always wanted love to be
Filled with pain
And bruises

Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy
Screamed " I just compeletely love you!
And there's no rhyme or reason
I'm changing like the seasons
Watch! I'll even cut off my finger
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!"

Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
And he checking time did punch me
And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
Happy bleedy, happy bruisy

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very happy
So please hurt me

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very very happy
So come on hurt me

I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish

I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
Like a Starfish..."

texto: "Cripple and the Starfish", Antony and the Johnsons

One day I'll let go. And again grow back like the starfish, stretching far beyond blindness

refusal
insensitiveness
denial
anger
stupidity
vain poetry
useless speech
useless tears
forgiveness
forgetfulness

and then, with the five arms of the starfish, I'll hug myself. And believe in what I always believe. The world's remaining immense sense of justice, compassion and love for those who do nothing but love.