Reversed 96 trata-se de um projecto musical iniciado por mim e uns amigos meus (Samuel Traquina, Hugo Rilhó entre outros) como meio de expressão do espontâneo. Começamos a tocar sem ensaio e gravamos... Algumas são más e enfadonhas, outras são apelativas, mas em todas há momentos que me fazem sorrir, por vezes sem saber porquê ao certo. Jam sessions.
Sem qualquer desejo de comercialismo, são apenas tardes bem passadas...
Vou aqui publicar a letra de uma dessas músicas sem título, a qual foi feita no momento da gravação, como de resto acontece sempre. Escolhi esta pela fluidez com que me saiu, e embora possa parecer enfadonha, na música tem um tom que a torna mais suportável
All the things real i feel
These kind of people
that live along these years
They don't get with each other
They fall away
Although, i can't disguise it
Lonesome years now
It's been a long time since that
Gold years, old school
Drfting away with the wall
with the mirror of you
It's not just the sex
it's lonesome years
Lonesome old years
Daisy's got a flower, but what?
You can't receive it
You can't plant it
It's doomed to die
You can put it on a vase
you can put it anywhere
but it will always die...
I hope it...can die away from me
Don't want to take the blame
wanna stay here
So i guess i have to
keep following you everywhere
The flower, the flower of life
The flower!
Loves me so
Loves me not
Jumping ahead of things
Looking along the path
And all that you've seen, that you've done
Are there
They seem gone
But they are there
History tells you a lot of things
They pass by you but they're written
everywhere
You're the resuld of those things
You're a thing
(...)
All you think is real in this world
May be, maybe not
It's electricity, electricity
Flowing all around you
Disturbing, discovering
all the mean bad things you do
Man, you've really opened the Pandora's box!
All the pledges...bad
evil all around the world
Opening, open, open
the Pandora's box
Pandora's box open, now what?
Pledge, pledge!
It's all just real stuff that pledge
Surrounding you
Can't do anything,
just have to live with it
like most things
efemorous life, likewise
The truth beneath
The light approach
And along the way
Look to me i'm over here
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting alone for you now
The cafè is always open for you
Meet me there after dawn
when it's dark (...)
Bulimic point of view
in a stormy day
The shine is up in the sky
Covered with clouds
Creating a mist, a crazy fog...
surrounding your mind
Feel the landscape
It's here, it's there
It's everywhere
Can't run, can't hide
I'll be there
You'll be there
It's universal
(...)
Caught under delieverance
You never know where you are
until you get there
but you don't wanna get there
'cause when you get there, you're gone
So be away
Like in a forest, you don't see
through the bushes
through the ambiguitities of life
Plenitude is what we seek
but before that
we get old, and old, and old
we get older and wiser
wiser and weaker
physically damaged
I guess the mind always works
the mind is always there
feeling anxiety
towards the end
(...)
Don't go away
You can't hide, you can't hide
'cause i'll find you
wherever you are
at the cafè of life
seeking plenitude, knowledge
and all the rest
consuming it in my chest
Discovering all the wonderful things in life...
but it's over, it's over, it's over
but it's not over, until it's over...
P.S: A música tem 10 minutos...
Sem qualquer desejo de comercialismo, são apenas tardes bem passadas...
Vou aqui publicar a letra de uma dessas músicas sem título, a qual foi feita no momento da gravação, como de resto acontece sempre. Escolhi esta pela fluidez com que me saiu, e embora possa parecer enfadonha, na música tem um tom que a torna mais suportável
All the things real i feel
These kind of people
that live along these years
They don't get with each other
They fall away
Although, i can't disguise it
Lonesome years now
It's been a long time since that
Gold years, old school
Drfting away with the wall
with the mirror of you
It's not just the sex
it's lonesome years
Lonesome old years
Daisy's got a flower, but what?
You can't receive it
You can't plant it
It's doomed to die
You can put it on a vase
you can put it anywhere
but it will always die...
I hope it...can die away from me
Don't want to take the blame
wanna stay here
So i guess i have to
keep following you everywhere
The flower, the flower of life
The flower!
Loves me so
Loves me not
Jumping ahead of things
Looking along the path
And all that you've seen, that you've done
Are there
They seem gone
But they are there
History tells you a lot of things
They pass by you but they're written
everywhere
You're the resuld of those things
You're a thing
(...)
All you think is real in this world
May be, maybe not
It's electricity, electricity
Flowing all around you
Disturbing, discovering
all the mean bad things you do
Man, you've really opened the Pandora's box!
All the pledges...bad
evil all around the world
Opening, open, open
the Pandora's box
Pandora's box open, now what?
Pledge, pledge!
It's all just real stuff that pledge
Surrounding you
Can't do anything,
just have to live with it
like most things
efemorous life, likewise
The truth beneath
The light approach
And along the way
Look to me i'm over here
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting alone for you now
The cafè is always open for you
Meet me there after dawn
when it's dark (...)
Bulimic point of view
in a stormy day
The shine is up in the sky
Covered with clouds
Creating a mist, a crazy fog...
surrounding your mind
Feel the landscape
It's here, it's there
It's everywhere
Can't run, can't hide
I'll be there
You'll be there
It's universal
(...)
Caught under delieverance
You never know where you are
until you get there
but you don't wanna get there
'cause when you get there, you're gone
So be away
Like in a forest, you don't see
through the bushes
through the ambiguitities of life
Plenitude is what we seek
but before that
we get old, and old, and old
we get older and wiser
wiser and weaker
physically damaged
I guess the mind always works
the mind is always there
feeling anxiety
towards the end
(...)
Don't go away
You can't hide, you can't hide
'cause i'll find you
wherever you are
at the cafè of life
seeking plenitude, knowledge
and all the rest
consuming it in my chest
Discovering all the wonderful things in life...
but it's over, it's over, it's over
but it's not over, until it's over...
P.S: A música tem 10 minutos...
