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The stars and the strikes e-boy has a hand in his head, All he wants is to touch the thought, Make it a little more real, To be close would be enough. Dark as night, as the modern knight, His rage offers a chance to win, The alternative was to give in But there's a growing angry voice inside. He'll be an architect of war, «It's fun, sometimes hardcore», he says As the guns are loaded, Soon they shall ejaculate, All in the name of hate. e-boy scratches the doves He would love to kill those who love, He's keen on killing machines All he wants is to feel as horny As George, the cow(ard)boy and Tony, the Pony. Children of the evolution, The world is ready for the new notion: There's a country to protect us from evil, A donkey with the eyes of the devil, It's time to watch the news, live, still alive, 60 minutes of fireworks and country songs, Untouchable in the comfort of our sofas, Who cares if it's a bloody night? We're protected by the stars and the strikes. Damon Durham. Damon at 4:02 da tarde
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outras praias
where words come together as waves, blue and beautiful, dying in the whiteness, but repeating themselves like music notes, from sunrise to sunset to sunrise again. um livro: «Saudades de Nova Iorque», de Pedro Paixão. um filme: «Memento». um disco: «King of limbs», Radiohead. |