amanhã vai começar de novo e eu ainda vou ser igual e eu ainda vou estar preso em mim e ainda não vou saber amar e ainda vou sentir inveja do que soube chegar na superfície e ainda vou me amarrar na âncora e ainda vou tentar mudar

"you are to live and to learn to laugh. you are to learn to listen to the cursed radio music of life and to reverence the spirit behind it and to laugh at its distortions. so there you are. more will not be asked of you.

there is no reality except the one contained within us. that is why so many people live such an unreal life. they take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.

when I have neither pleasure nor pain and have been breathing for a while the lukewarm insipid air of these so called good and tolerable days, I feel so bad in my childish soul that I smash my moldering lyre of thanksgiving in the face of the slumbering god of contentment and would rather feel the very devil burn in me than this warmth of a well-heated room. a wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse, perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to commit outrages, to pull off the wigs of a few revered idols...

there are always a few such people who demand the utmost of life and yet cannot come to terms with its stupidity and crudeness.

how can you say that you’ve taken any trouble to live when you won’t even dance?

you are willing to die, you coward, but not to live."

hermann hesse

"talvez não amá-los demais seja a melhor prova de amor que se possa dar a determinados seres em certas ocasiões."

maría luisa bombal

"the world got younger this year.
I can barely remember my year in reverse, so I sleep in your bed
to dream your dreams about your year in reverse. who knew
I wasn’t ready to climb out of your thighs so soon?"

gregory sherl

"ignorance is bliss maybe? not entirely sure, but to me, usually asking too many questions from your partner stirs things and creates arguments. insecurity, paranoia, reasons why you my might do so. having faith proves your love however. I think this song is about learning to have faith in your partner. maybe.."

"this song kind of made me realize stuff in my relationship with my gf. Its a great song. by a great band. To me, i think its about remembering why you fell in love, and sometimes we shouldnt ask questions or why all the time. rather than asking you should always trust in what you believe. or trust that person. best band ever btw."

dearland

thank god you're up now
let's stay that way
else there'll be no mornings
and no more days

"this song means a lot to me at the moment.
i recently started at uni, and so all my old friends are all over the country, and last night, a good friend of mine stayed over, cos she was down in london to visit me and a couple of other people.
anyway, i'm completely in love with her, but haven't told her yet, cos i dunno if it would work out with being so far away from each other, or whether it'd make things awkward between us.
but i couldn't sleep last night, when she was staying over, so i spent half the night lying awake, and watching her sleep, and thinking how beautiful she looked when she was sleeping.
and it made me think of this song.
and now this song reminds me of her.
not technically anything to do with what the song means, but thats what it means to me.
i'm seeing elvis perkins in deerland on tuesday night in shephered's bush, and will almost certainly cry when he plays this song.

it's a beautiful piece of music and writing, which now holds nice memories."


I deeply love reading commentaries about lyrics

"os sentimentos humanos são confusos e mesclados; eles se compõem de grande cópia de impressões variadas que fogem à observação, e a palavra, sempre demasiadamente tosca e generalizadora, bem pode servir para designá-los mas nunca para os definir.

o amor, por uma espécie de mágica, supre as grandes recordações. todos os afetos precisam de passado: e amor cria, como por encantamento, um passado de que se faz cercar. ele nos fornece, por assim dizer, a consciência de haver vivido, durante anos, com um ser que há pouco nos era estranho. o amor não é mais do que um ponto luminoso, entretanto parece absorver todo o tempo. há poucos dias ele ainda não existia, dentro em pouco não existirá mais, contudo, enquanto existe, derrama a sua claridade tanto sobre a época que o precedeu como sobre a que deve suceder-lhe.

as circunstâncias são pouca coisa, o caráter é tudo. é em vão que se renuncia aos objetos e aos seres, ninguém pode renunciar a si mesmo. alteram-se situações, mas se transporta para cada uma delas o tormento que se queria evitar, e como o homem não se corrige mudando de lugar, só se consegue aduzir remorsos aos arrependimentos, e erros às angústias."

benjamin constant