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Desolation Row: Live
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Tuesday, June 5, 2007. To exist is so vague. I'm just an atomic stain. In the middle of a future atomic stain. Our greatness is an irrelevant ilusion. Compared to the Universe. All of this will last no more then half a second. Like the atom we watch appearing and dying. That is how we are - That is the way the world is. To exist is too vague -. That is not our function. Existir é tão vago. Sou apenas uma mancha atómica. No meio de uma futura mancha atómica. A nossa grandeza é uma ilusão irrelevante.
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Desolation Row: Words of Advice For Young People?
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Thursday, July 12, 2007. Words of Advice For Young People? People often ask me if I have any words of advice for young people. Well, here are a few simple admonitions for young and old. Never interfere in a boy and girl fight. Beware of whores who say they don't want money. The hell they don't. What they mean is they want MORE money. Much more. If you are doing business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing. You need it like you need pernicious anemia. Interdependence is the key word. They t...
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Desolation Row: September 2007
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Saturday, September 8, 2007. I saw it black down in the lake. The trees were frozen and i was shaking. Their fruits fell hardly on the ground. But they didn't rot or make a sound. I turned away from the water and then i heard somebody call. The world had been covered in shadows while i was aching against the wall. And i say: "Yes! You're all i have left, you and your frozen ground. But why have you changed, oh world, without making a sound? For long i wandered through the dirt and the rain. Pois as minha...
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Desolation Row: July 2007
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007. The words of gods lie among us. In the glazed clay of ruin. At the source of subtle bodies to know the sky. And how it was hammered into place. Where all graces are electric. And the days are all nine. And the nights are all nine. As palavras dos deuses jazem entre nós. No vidracento barro da ruina. Na origem de subtis corpos para conhecer o céu. E a maneira como foi martelado em seu lugar. Onde todas as graças são eléctricas. E os dias são todos nove. E as noites são todas nove.
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Desolation Row: Nine
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007. The words of gods lie among us. In the glazed clay of ruin. At the source of subtle bodies to know the sky. And how it was hammered into place. Where all graces are electric. And the days are all nine. And the nights are all nine. As palavras dos deuses jazem entre nós. No vidracento barro da ruina. Na origem de subtis corpos para conhecer o céu. E a maneira como foi martelado em seu lugar. Onde todas as graças são eléctricas. E os dias são todos nove. E as noites são todas nove.
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Desolation Row: October 2007
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Sunday, October 21, 2007. The Court of the Crimson King. The rusted chains of prison moons. Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change. The purple piper plays his tune,. The choir softly sing;. Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,. For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys. Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrims door. The black queen chants. The funeral march,. The cracked brass bells will ring;. To summon back the fire witch. The wise men share a joke;.
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Desolation Row: The Old Man
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Friday, June 29, 2007. The abyss is despair, with no hope to return below. The beggining is despair, of the agony of the initial inertia. We are nowhere in time, but not in this world. We are nowhere in time in the fraction of moment in between the two worlds. A melody, not a rythm. The world will last - just not that to what we call world. O abismo é desespero, sem esperança de voltar abaixo. O princípio é desespero, da agonia da inércia inicial. Somos intemporais, mas não neste mundo.
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Desolation Row: Naked Lunch/Festim Nu
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Sunday, June 3, 2007. What happens when there are no limits? What is the destiny of the earth-where-all-is-allowed? Men transformed into enormous centipedes. centipedes surrounding houses. a man tied to a bed and a 3 meter long centipede sodomizing him. Is this literal? Did some revolting metamorphosis ocurr? What is the meaning of the simbol of the centipede? O que acontece quando não há limites? Qual é o destino da terra-onde-tudo-é-permitido? Será que alguma revoltante metamorfose ocorreu?
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Desolation Row: Sins of the Father
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Thursday, October 18, 2007. Sins of the Father. God said: "Don't give me your tin horn prayers. Don't buy roses off the street down there". Took it all and took the dirt road home. Dreaming of Jenny with the light brown hair. Night is falling like a bloody axe. Lies and rumours and the wind at my back. Hand on the wheel, gravel on the road. Will the pawn shop sell me back what I sold? I'm gonna take the sins of my father. I'm gonna take the sins of my mother. I'm gonna take the sins of my brother. Humili...
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Desolation Row: The Metamorphosis / A Metamorfose
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Saturday, August 4, 2007. The Metamorphosis / A Metamorfose. Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (Original in German / Original em Alemão.). Translation by me / Tradução feita por mim.). Photo taken by me.). Fotografia tirada por mim.). August 12, 2007 at 10:51 PM. Ja ouvi flr desse livro, acho que foi a ciça que me falou dele. August 20, 2007 at 12:21 AM. Esse livro deve ser espetacular pelo que me teem falado espero um dia poder le-lo, so por esse pequeno texto conseguese ver que nao é mau.
