Quarta-feira, 19 de Novembro de 2008

We’re Plugged In, Babe!

Suddenly I heard the thunder,

Saw the lightening, touched the wonder,

Felt the chill of Freedom’s breath,

Wished for more as more felt less,

Wished for more as more felt less; 

 

Then a crossroad came to mind

And incertainty to life,

Turning points, brand different views,

My beliefs became too few,

My beliefs became too few; 

 

N’ so it was that to my eyes

And to my utmost surprise,

Fell a curtain, dropped a blank

And in a pool of tears I sank,

In a pool of tears I sank,

Babe, in a pool of tears I sank,

In a pool of tears I sank… 

 

And I thought: 

 

«Where can this be leading?

It’s obvious we’re receading…

The Hours make us mad…

There’s only dusk ahead,

Babe there’s only dusk ahead,

Babe there’s only dusk ahead,

There’s only dusk…» 

 

So it’s sure sure sure you must… 

 

Switch on, switch off as you like,

But all misery’s alike,

You just need to get along:

For how long, baby, how long?

For how long, baby, how long? 

 

Doubt it, prove it, you decide,

Reason’s but a selfish pride,

Stick to what your Fortune gives:

Either way, babe, you shall bleed,

Either way, babe, you shall bleed. 

 

Take it, twist it, turn it out,

Silence all or simply shout,

Every angle lets you find

The puzzle’s babe, is on your mind,

The puzzle’s babe, is on your mind…

 

So where should this be leading?

It’s obvious we’re receading…

What discharge made us mad?

It’s still so dark ahead,Babe,

It’s still so dark ahead,

Yeah, still so dark ahead,

Still so dark… 

 

Life's sure, sure, sure a spark...

 

Speak up, shut up, play the game,

Win’s a roullette, loss a shame,

So you keep on throwing dice,

Luck will sure come, babe, sometime,

Luck will sure come, babe, sometime; 

 

Swing it, bring it, show it all,

Write the story of your fall

With a secret alphabet:

B for babe, R for regret,

B for babe, R for regret 

 

Screw things, mend things, live the days,

Cry about it, laugh and praise,

One world and so many roads:

They all lead, babe, to your home,

They all lead, babe, to your home. 

 

N’ someday we’ll be plugged in

To something more than dreamin’…

My drug you made me mad:

You are my light ahead,

Babe you are my light ahead,

Babe you are my light ahead,

Babe you are… 

 

But you sure sure sure seem far...

 

Let’s plugg in, babe,

Let's plug in,

Let’s plugg in, babe,

Let's plug in,

Let’s plugg in, babe,

Let's plug in,

 Let’s plugg in, babe,

Let's plug in,

Our merrow to the stars,

Our merrow to the stars,

Our merrow to the stars,

Our merrow to the stars...

 

 Lisboa, (Graça), 20/05/07

Sinto-me, Sento-me, Ressinto-me...: Connected
Sem Som: Minha, evidentemente
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Domingo, 24 de Agosto de 2008

Just Getting Started

I’m not being smart,

I’m not being dumb,
I’m just getting started,
It ain’t no fun;
 
I guess I’m a dreamer,
So I get on my way,
I’m just getting started
Chasing the day;
 
I make my own bread
And tie up my shoes,
You see, I’m just getting started
Singing the blues;
 
From Paris to Tokyo,
From New York to Rome,
I’m just getting started,
Who cares I’m alone?
 
Call it Berlin or China,
I tear down the walls,
I’m just getting started,
Who cares I’m too small?
 
In Amsterdam’s bridges,
Or Brussels’ cafes,
I’m just getting started
To make my bouquet,
 
For life is a flower
You smell bit by bit,
While you’re just getting started
To fit on your feet;
 
From a tower in Lisbon
I see the Big Ben,
I’m just getting started
To see who I am,
 
So I say goodbye,
Hello and farwell,
I’m just getting started
And I’m doing so well!
 
Somtimes I need a rest
Yes, I need a friend,
For I’m just getting started
Again and again;
 
Who knows how many times
And by how many ways
I’ll be getting started
(Who knows I’m afraid?)
 
But all that can matter
Is a road where I'm free,
For I’m just getting started
To be me!
 
And I would meet Heaven
And spin in a whirl
If, babe, I could reach you
And call you my girl,
 
 So take me to your place
And into your bed,
I’m just getting started
To loose heart and head,
 
You give me a kiss, dear,
Buy me a ring
And I’ll be just getting started
To be your Mister Everything!
 
I’ll give you a hug,
You’ll give me a smile,
We’re just getting started
Into the wilde,
 
I hope it will last,
Remember this tune,
We’re just getting started,
To live in the moon,
 
Some guys call it Chance
And some guys call it Fate,
I know I’m just getting started,
I hope it’s not too late...
 
Dear, make sure you get started,
For it's never too late.
  
Bruxelas, 27/05/08
 
(Relembro, porque agora faz sentido, como sempre, aliás...)
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Terça-feira, 15 de Julho de 2008

Secret Subtlety

Up on the cealings, beyond the sea,

Under the carpet, over the roof,

Inside the blue jarr (inside of me)

I constantly try to erase every proof;

 

Soaped in in acid, set up to flames,

Launched in deep water, filled with cement;

Tagus and Tamise and Tibre and Tames,

I constantly sink every small evidence:

 

I'm secretly hiding your name in the shade

To keep from the world I hope to get you someday,

For you are my loved one,

Tomorrow,

Today,

Yes, you are my loved one,

Tomorrow, today...

 

Sun comes to rain and rain comes to dry,

Love's just a meaning (n' so meaningless!),

My sadness, your sadness, they're clouds in the sky:

All passion's a word, and words are a mess.

 

But still this illusion, like wave over wave,

I swear I'm the White Knight in your Wonderland,

I will slay the Dragon of Fire and Fate,

Incertainty's certain for my kind of man!

 

N' keep secretly hiding your name in the shade

To keep from the world I hope to get you someday,

For you are my loved one,

Tomorrow,

Today,

Yes, you are my loved one,

Tomorrow, today...

 

(We are both asleep,

We'll wake up someday...)

 

Sinto-me, Sento-me, Ressinto-me...: I feel So so...
Sem Som: My own
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Segunda-feira, 31 de Março de 2008

Love Hound

Strange!,
Always too late,
Purchasing our fate,
Drinking our hate,
Afraid
Of our sounds…

Why?
Why must we die,
Collecting lies,
Lied
Down on the ground?

Hope
Is thinner and colder
As I’m growing older
Over n’ over,
Leaving my crown.

You,
Are my blood and air
My only despair,
My vanity fair
I’m out of my bounds,

Woman,
I’m your hound,
Woman,
I’m your ground,
Always your ground.

A vein
Has blown away
But we’ll restrain
Our wounded sounds;

I’m blamed,
My love’s a flame,
Under your name,
I’m your clown.

It’s a shame
This stupid game,
When all’s so vain…
What have we found?

It’s a way
Of bareing pain,
We’ll drink to «heys!»
And we’ll drown…

Hey!,
Life has many faces,
Hate blames you for blaming,
You’re burning,
You’re put out.

Forget,
All memory’s regret,
Smoke your cigarette,
Bet,
And lay down.

I play,
But luck’s far from my way,
I loose everyday,
But hey!,
That’s what’s fun about it!

Oh, I,
I see only you
And you despise only me,
And all that you see
All around.

Don’t mind that bitter in your mouth,
Don’t mind those eyes of sphinx that know no joy
I am a vagabond, I wonder all about
The stones, th’ elapids and the void.

Yes, woman,
I wonder about,
Woman,
I‘m your hound,
Despise, and scream and shout,
Woman
I’m your ground,
Woman,
I’ll be your ground,
Always,
Always your ground…
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Golpe por Miguel João Ferreira às 12:19
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Quinta-feira, 27 de Março de 2008

When Adam Saw His Mirror Which Lesser Men Call God

«What arst thou but clay?», God asked the Man...
Which he replied, «And thou
What arst
But movement of my hand?»

«What wouldst thou be
If I hadn't made for thee
A woman from my soul?»

«I would be Man
Exactly as I am
With someone extracted from my bones»

«Why don't thou kneel
Before my Greater Being?
Why don't thou praise?»

«The Time I own
Is all to what I feel.
I have no time to spare with mist and haze!».

«I am thy Lord,
Thy breath, thy lungs thy heart:
Thou arst no thing besides a slave!»

«I and thou,
My lonely makings are;
Life is my backyard, oblivion is thy grave...»

Legenda da Imagem: Detalhe de fresco no tecto da Capela Sistina (há quem lhe chame Cristina com alguma razão, ver pergainho 89L/25 da secção 3 da Torre do Tombo em Lisboa e fólio 934C/2008 da sala 4, prateleira dois, gaveta 1, do Arquivo Pessoal do Papa, no Vaticano, em Roma), da autoria de Michelangelo Buonarroti João Ferreira (de seu nome completo) que tem como título: A Criação de Deus (por Adão, claro está).
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Golpe por Miguel João Ferreira às 12:33
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Quarta-feira, 26 de Março de 2008

Diggin'

I’m alone,
And my loneliness eats me within;
I carve in stone
All my dreams, but in vain, so it seems.
Light me up,
Reach to me your unreachable self,
Wish me luck,
I’m extinguishing lives that I felt:

Until my being finally’s gone to hell,
‘Till my being finally’s gone to hell,
There I know that I’ll be doing well,
There I know that I’ll be doing well…

I’m a hole
With aÿÿlight imÿÿession of void;
Light my soul!
Iÿÿyou burn me up I may feel joy!
Carve in me,
With your fingers, your heart and your dreams;
Stuck on me!
Nail your selfish self to my lost being!:

And be sure you’re there until the end begins,
Be sure you’re there until the end begins,
We’ll get life form life ‘till it finally screams,
Get life from life ‘till it finally screams –

Why must it be one’s never what one seems?
Why must it be we’re stillness as our things?
Must we prevail through ages as a Sphinx?
Must we accept we don’t mean anything?

I’m all alone,
I’m all alone,
God, why are you filling my heart with these stones?
Are you feeding thyself with my bones?

So dig in me another hole…
Grump on my flesh and never let me go
Yes, on my flesh, don’t ever let me go,
Dig in me another hole!
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Golpe por Miguel João Ferreira às 12:12
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Segunda-feira, 24 de Março de 2008

Get Along As We Fool You

Blood builds one alliances,
We’re related through our veins;
Let’s crucify these vows:
We use our arms for nails,
For cross these tables…

We cry we have no limits,
But we put limits to ourselves,
Moral has lost its meaning:
So may we use a revolution like an ideological Hell:

Mr. Bosch,
Don’t you blush,
Are you joshing me?
What a dark picture!
Can’t you see
We submit
To accomplish that transcending spirit?
Can’t you picture it?

Said please! – I’m so stuck and so damned!
Oh, please!, what the fuck! Don’t you care?!

Painful Philosophies
N’ casual conversations
Don’t apply to my appeal
For Knowledge n’ Redemption

(Oh, I’m so tired!),

Listen to the classics
As classical guitars in divine concerts;
My Theory of Ideas, said Plato,
Will rise above those concepts,

(Oh, I’m so bored!),

Oh!, Don’t you dare to disagree!,
Shut up n’ get along!…

Mr. Hittler,
Life is bitter
Than you have configured;
Can’t you see
We exist,
Like a flee,
To suck from life our breathing?
Ain’t it clear?!

Oh, said hold! Sad cold mother-fuckers beware!
I said Hold! Sad cold mother-fuckers don’t dare!

Now, Love, see our alliance:
We’re related through our veins
And we’re stuck to circumstances
That we alone created.

The secret of our hate, Love,
Is that we never show regret:
My wishes are all upon you,
N’ God! I wish you were dead!!

Mr. Cupid,
Are you stupid?!
What is your idea?
Can’t you see
We submit
To amuse ourselves?
And what is that of Karma, dear?

Said Please!, we’re confused!, And, what’s the rush?!
So Please, please amuse me! To drink is not enough…

We gotta eat the cup!!!

But stranger feelings grow
With alcohol and Goëthe.
Let’s chill out those infuriated spirits
By diving all their senses/censures into water.

Conflicts of ideas
Are spitted out in rage.
Concepts hysterias
Are yellowed like complaints.

Mr. Kant,
It’s so grunge, now,
That kind of literature!
What a dark reading!
Can’t you see
We exist,
As the sea,
And nothing else has meaning?

Said Cheese! Give a smile! Why so bored?!
Oh Please! Keep it cool!

Get along as we fool you,
Get along as we fool you,
Get along!!!

Get along as we fool you, get along,
You’re deep down while I’m feeling so strong,

Get along as we fool you, get along,
You’re deep down,
While I’m feeling so strong…

How many more fools will sing this song?
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Domingo, 23 de Março de 2008

Horoscope

The day set melancholic into night,
Despair, a cup of coffee, cigarettes;
All ends up under a burning light,
Or in castles of thoughts that we forget.

And while it ends we wait,
Though with no solution,
For our Guevara’s sense of revolution…

You read your film’s resume with little care,
It gives you but great boredom and frustration.
So, with this hateful face to me you stair,
And try to close the book of your starvation.

And while you try, we wait,
Though with no delight,
And search for tenderness in the lonely night …

The Silence fills the room with greedy shadows;
To cast them out we light on the TV:
There is a man promoting fancy mellows
With which we sing away our Destiny.

But while we sang
(And we were almost glad)
A shadow came to me
And said:

«To be or not to be, there is a fee -
Tomorrow noon I will be here for thee!
Prepare yourself, and wonder what you are…»

And so, waiting for noon, I dreamed with stars…

The night just fell asleep on the lap of day,
Coffee, cigarettes, and some despair –
All ends up in sparkles in an ashtray,
Or in castles of smoke upon the air.

And while it ends, we wait,
Though with no belief,
For the vanishing of loneliness and grief.

You read your horoscope with gluttony,
It prophesises nothing but regret;
So you just turn these hateful eyes to me
N’ close the magazine trying to forget.

And while you try, we wait,
Though with no repair,
For the relief of all the weight we bare.

These greedy shadows fill the room with Silence,
To scare them off we use the radio –
There is this voice promoting wonders, science,
With which we build this Human Thing we own…

But while we built it,
(And we were almost glad)
The shadow came to me
And said:

«The sun already caste’ away the moon,
The promised hour came and now it’s noon –
Come with me, I’ll show you what you are…»

And in the mud it took me very far…
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Quinta-feira, 20 de Março de 2008

Part of You

The sun was burning high that afternoon,
The heat gave me a sense of suffocation,
Closed inside four walls, (I!) needed some room,
I got out to the streets of desolation...

Chaos ruled upon those streets of rage,
Men trapped in machines struggled for space,
I cried: «Lord, pick me with thy hand out of this cage!»,
My perspectives, you see, were a disgrace…

I walked on through that frantic mob of zombies;
I crossed those gardens made of grey cement,
Until I reached this cafeteria called «Tom’s Breeze»,
A place loaded with sadness and resentment.

And there you were, drinking up your coffee,
Gently, with a slight, delightful fear;
I said: «I’m Jules; I’m poor and I am lonely.
Would you allow me to call you dear?».

You said you’d shoot the apple on my head;
But darling, you are not William Tell;
So guess where the arrow fell…

As consequence you clearly broke my heart;
By negligence I’m sadly out of glue;
I stair in panic, myself shattered apart,
Now, what is left of me is a part of you…

You caught me with the corner of your eye;
You said your name, your aims and your profession;
Your legs were crossed, your lips drawing a smile:
Your ways tide up in me any reaction…

«Say, what you do, I said, ain’t very nice!
I’d risk to say it’s a little bit inhuman!»
But now I see you have this strange device
That seems to sweeten all that’s painful to man.

You said you’d shoot the tree top right ahead;
But darling, you are not Robin Hood!
So guess were the arrow stood…

As consequence you clearly broke my heart;
By negligence I’m sadly out of glue;
I stair in panic, myself shattered apart,
Now, what is left of me is a part of you…

After a drink or two our conversation
Went to the field of spades and cavalry.
I said I’d be your knight through all privations,
You said you’d be the queen ruling most ruthlessly.

We talked of legends, myths and fairy tales,
We talked of deeds and dignifying things;
Then, suddenly, you put my heart for sale,
Outside the balcony of you pathetic dreams…

You said you’d shoot the fly upon the bread;
But darling, you are not Ivanhoe;
Now guess where the arrow goes…

As consequence you clearly broke my heart;
By negligence I’m sadly out of glue;
I stair in panic, myself shattered apart,
Now, what is left of me is a part of you…

This shattered piece of me is part of you.
Now look the foolish things a fool can do
And laugh about it, please,
Perhaps with it
This cutting sense of nauseam I feel
‘ll be a little less a loss and lesser real,
N’ maybe a little more or less ‘ll be through.

Cos’ yeah,
You said you’d shoot the fruit,
You said you’d shoot the tree’s head,
You said you’d shoot the fly,
But you shot my heart instead…

Now, why the hell were you so bad?
Was it by incompetence
Or do you have a twisted head?
Do you have a twisted head?!

Is it revenge against the living men

For all the joys you had that had no taste,
For all possible, despicable, human waste,
For all the pitiful tears I shed in vain,
For all the circumstances of my shame,
For all the pain, for all the loss, for all the hate,
For all the sunsets inside your human shape,
For all the dark sides of the moon inside your cave,
For all the earth the years put inside your grave,
For all the days, for all the days, for all the days…?
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Quarta-feira, 19 de Março de 2008

Driven By Will

I grab my three bucks hat,
I take my three pence hopes;
I pack my laughs
N´ catch the flow,
I row ahead
N' take control.

I pick my will of led,
I hold my will of stone,
I’ve wasted my sadness,
My gloom was sold,
N’ now I steer ahead,
N’ drive the flow,
I’m rowing glad,
Gladly I row…

You see, my friend,
Life’s like a river to cross,
A river long and deep.
So cross it, don’t fear the tide:
So, my friend,
Another loss…
Yeah, I know that scenario –
But why that sigh?

Good Hopes ain't nothing but an excuse to act;
Good actions deny the need for Hope –
See what I mean?
What’s there to regret?
Just take the oars n’ row…

My nights are tears;
My days are thorns;
My Heart’s of soap
But my Mind’s of steel;

There may be fear;
There may be storm;
But still I float,
Driven by will…
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Golpe por Miguel João Ferreira às 17:45
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Segunda-feira, 17 de Março de 2008

Let’s Watch the Show – (Life is Just a Breath)

From the window of my hotel
I watch the stars collapse;
If the world is falling down,
If the world is falling down
No one can tell:
So I’ll just sit here and relax…

From the window of myself
I watch the sun go down;
If the world is setting too,
If the world is setting too,
No one can tell:
So I’ll just lean on my back n’ look around…

Everything is falling but I just don’t care,
I seem to see everything’s gotta a sense of despair,
Yes, everything is falling but I just don’t care,
For everything is calling my life, oh!, out there…

So let’s just watch the show and beware…

Oh, let’s watch the show and…

Bring me coffee,
Bring me wine,
Bring me whisky,
Bring me love,
If the world is falling down,
If the world is falling down,
I wanna see it from above:

Cos’ life is just a laugh. So…

Let’s watch the show while it still lasts,
Let’s see our doom come in a blast,
Let’s watch the show, we paid our spot,
Let’s dream, let’s dream, let’s drink a lot…

Yeah, life is just a breath
Timed by a clock…
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Sábado, 15 de Março de 2008

From the Fog

A new day's horizon
Lifts up from the floor,
The love-sick Asylum
Invites ill and poor,
The fog frees a man
Hurt by the road,
He longs for a chance
To confort his soul...

He comes to the door
And he rings the bell.
He's seen it before,
This strange, haunted dwell,
The same house, in dreams,
The same silhouette, (he says):
"It seems I've found you,
My Juliet!

We're living between dreams,
How can we forget it?
We see what we don't seem,
It seems we've neglected
Something...
I love you,
You love me,
How about it, girl, eternally?"

You can see she's nervous,
Her wait has been sour,
She trembles a bit
From the top of her tower,
There's even a teardrop,
A stream on her cheek,
She longed for a chance
To awake from her sleep...

Now she's euphoric,
She runs through the stairs,
She's been suffocating,
And comes down for air,
Her true love is waiting
To face life's rodeo, (she says):
"Finally I see you,
My Romeo!

We're living between dreams,
How can we forget it?
We see what we don't seem,
It seems we've neglected
Something...
I love you,
You love me,
How about it, boy, eternally?"
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Golpe por Miguel João Ferreira às 15:32
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Quinta-feira, 13 de Março de 2008

Old Roadhouse Blues

It was a dark night's wind, and it shook my skeleton,
It almost took my skin and damn!, I even bit my tongue!
I was about fifteen, with noone in the world,
No penny on my sleeves and in my arms no girl;
I was an orphan lamb, wondering 'bout the mobs,
I crossed forsaken lands, as all the fields of God,
And, as I saw the path I had to choose,
I sang the roadhouse blues...

Than the day came by and with it came hard work,
Some things money can't buy and others aren't worth it,
I dug my hole of hopes 'till my hands lost their flesh,
I drank my bottles up 'till there was nothing left;
I played my tricky cards in every bar I met,
To find I was to find but bitter fool.s regrets;
And, as I had to walk with no more booze,
I sang the roadhouse blues...

Later, the Winter came, and all the roads were mud;
It froze my soul to death, it stoned my filthy blood;
I cursed the seven winds, the Gods of Providence,
And got on me a Storm, I guess for recompense!
My whole social life was basically a mess,
It was hard to find the right path to success,
So I just thought, so what, you're on the loose?
I sang the roadhouse blues...

And today I'm thirty, I travelled all the world,
Seasons came and went and still I have no girl,
I saw the Nations fall, n' rise new governements,
I saw the stars collide and forests spread new scents,
I felt the thrills of lust and lusts beyond the words,
Time whispered me the secrets noone heard;
And, as I smoke my aged sweet solitude,
I sing the roadhouse blues...
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Golpe por Miguel João Ferreira às 22:32
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Quarta-feira, 12 de Março de 2008

Dancin' With the Devil

When the bells toll in your heart,
And you long for a fresh start,
'Cause you know you could do better,
Though your Dream-Walls seem to shatter,
Shove your shoulders, give a smile,
Stone just crumbles for a while,
Soon, you'll see, the dust will settle,
Now you’re dancin’ with the Devil…

When you find you’ve lost the trail,
And Trouble’s always on your tail,
Hard rain, hard loves, hard regrets,
Bitter guilt, bad cigarettes,
Shove your shoulders, give a smile,
Bitterness just lasts a while,
So you let go, audacious rebel,
For you’re dancin’ with the Devil…

When there is nothing you can do
And things you touch just break in two,
And the skies turn into black
And the world falls on your back,
Shove your shoulders, give a smile,
Bad things only last a while,
Hear the mandolins, mind-travel,
For you’re dancin’ with the Devil…

When you fall from every cliff
And your mouth is dry and stiff
Hope was victim of a theft,
N’ you can’t see your right from left,
Shove your shoulders, give a smile,
Such falls only last a while,
Hear the winds, you hear that paddle!,
For your dancin’ with the Devil…

When you crash on every wall
And you feel too weak and small
Your dignity was kinda stepped on,
And you always get so conned,
Shove your shoulders, give a smile,
A crash can only last a while,
You surf that wave n’ push the pedal,
For you’re dancin’ with the Devil…

When each dusk comes from inside
And dawn as it is born subsides,
And you’re talking to yourself
Though you search for someone else,
Shove your shoulders, give a smile,
Loneliness just lasts a while,
Hear the swords of your own battle,
For you’re dancin’ with the Devil…

When you’re out of place and Time,
And you know you’re on the line,
Outlawed, outcast, out of job,
Pushed back, torn out by the mob
Shove your shoulders, give a smile,
Rejection only lasts a while,
Soon you’ll be given a medal,
For you’re dancing with the Devil…

N’ when you feel like giving up,
N’ it seems you’ve got no luck
You’re too tired, had enough,
Life’s too bitter n’ too tough,
Shove your shoulders, give a smile,
Disbelief just lasts a while,
You’ll be back on your fine level,
But now you’re dancin’ with the Devil…
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