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Strange days

Strange days have found us,
Strange days have tracked us down,
They're goin' to destroy our casual joys,
We shall go on playing or find a new town

Strange eyes fill strange rooms,
Voices will signal their tired end,
The hostess is grinning, her guests sleep from sinning,
Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it


Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone, bodies confused,
Memories misused,
As we run from the day to a strange night of stone



The Doors/ Strange days

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I'm not sorry

I guess you're really mad this time;
I don't know what to say.
It's such a small thing for you to dwell on.
Have you not seen a woman break down?
You can't take much, can you baby?

I'm not sorry.
No I'm not sorry.
Color in between the lines.
Keep it on the right side.
Say 'please' and 'thank you'.

...Well I don't want to.

Tell me one more time what I did;
My memory of that night is vague.
...I wore a short dress?
I kissed somebody?
I started a fight?
I kissed somebody?

You want a woman without passion.
You want it easy?
Well get a dog then.
You can't take much, can you baby?

Well I'm not sorry .
No I'm not sorry.

Follow all of the rules.
Even-tempered and cool.
Keep it under my hat.

...Well I can't do that.

Tell me one more time what I did-
Something you cannot forgive.
...I wore a short dress?
Too much lipstick?
I fell off my shoes?
I fell off my shoes?

Well I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry. I

guess you're really mad this time;
I don't know what to say.
I want to please you but I can't seem to.
It's not enough to call your bluff.
And if it's over, well I will miss you.

But I'm not sorry.
No I'm not sorry.

Color in between the lines.
Keep it on the right side.
Say 'please' and 'thank you'.

...Well I don't want to.

Tell me one more time what I did;
This time I will write it down.
...I cried a little?
I laughed too loud?
I cried a little?
I laughed too loud?

But I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry.
I guess you're really mad this time;
I don't know what to say.
It's such a small thing for you to dwell on.
Have you not seen a woman break down?
You can't take much, can you baby?

I'm not sorry.
No I'm not sorry.
Follow all of the rules.
Even-tempered and cool.
Keep it under my hat.
...Well I can't do that.
Tell me one more time what I did;
My memory of that year is vague.
...I cried a little?
I laughed too loud?
I ran the stoplight?
I kissed somebody?...


Golden Palominos /This is how it feels

Aonde pára o olhar que se procura na escuridão dos dias? Caminha-se para o centro.Centro cheio de nada.A fuga para as margens sempre foi a salvação, a única opção. O silêncio vai enchendo o espaço, sem fúria de viver, desespera-se. Nada se consegue.Desastre após desastre, espera-se o olhar que se quer nosso e alguém roubou.