Is it real? (Tim Jensen )

Figurines that fall like leaves,
Then disappear,
Keep calling.
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe,
And mark the air, Appalling.
"What is real? What is real?"

This world can really be too much,
I can't take another day.
I guess that I've just had enough
My mind's slipping far away.
I'm falling in and out of touch,
Can someone please explain?

Set my mind for open sky
But couldn't fly,
And so sadly,
What am I? what am I?
Sullen eyes shed tear-drop lies,then criticise,
Now loving.
"What is real? What is real?"

It's really all become too much,
I'm not sure what I should feel.
I guess I've finally had enough,
I don't know if this is real.
I'm crashing in and out of touch,
Can anyone explain?

Depois de monólogos da vagina...

Labareda
Vinicius de Moraes / Baden Powell

Oh, labareda te encostou

Lá vai, lá vai, labareda

Oh, labareda te queimou

Lá vai, lá vai, labareda

Oh, labareda te matou

Lá vai, lá vai, labareda

Te matou de tanto amor

Lá vai, lá vai, labareda

Oh, labareda te encostou

Lá vai, lá vai, labareda

Oh, labareda te matou

Lá vai, lá vai, labareda

Te matou de tanto amor

Lá vai, lá vai, labareda

Labareda

O teu nome é mulher

Quem te quer

Quer perder o coração

Rosa ardente

Bailarina da ilusão

Mata a gente

Mata de paixão

Labareda

Fogo que parece amor

Tua dança

É a chama de uma flor

Labareda

Quem te vê assim dançar

Em teus braços

Logo quer queimar

Em outra vida quando ambos formos gatos... se cuida borete