Sinful Existence

Para vocês mortais...

"A vida é curta para ser pequena."

Inside my Mask

Saint Miguel é...
Temerário, Arrogante, Ousado, Rebelde, Corajoso, Rápido, Leal, Impulsivo, Atento, Sobrevivente, Imperfeito, Companheiro, Rancoroso...

Saint Miguel gosta de...
Sexo, Lutas, Guerras, Inimigos, Sangue, Gritos, Verdade, Escuridão, Sinceridade, Garras, Silêncio, Atitude, Roupas Resistentes, Chuva, Inverno, Tatuagens, Alcool, Movimento, Tambores...

Saint Miguel não suporta...
Traição, Mentira, Covardia, Sabbat, Lavagem Cerebral, Frescura, Falta de atitude, Falso Moralismo, Hipocrisia, Intrigas, Intromissões...

Saint Miguel ouve...
Bauhaus, NIN, Dead can Dance, Body Count, Prodigy, The Cure, Siouxsie, Garbage, Echo, Depeche Mode, Joy Division, Portishead, Cocteau Twins, Nouvelle Vague, Paralamas do Sucesso, Bjork, Chet Baker, Hooverphonic, Smashing Pumpkins, The Smiths, Morcheeba, Coldplay...

Whisper in the Night

One Caress
(Depeche Mode)

Well I´m down on my knees again
And I pray to the only one
Who has the strength
To bear the pain
To forgive all the things that
I´ve done

Oh girl
Lead me into your darknes
When this world is trying it´s hardest
To leave me unimpressed
Just one caress
From you and I´m blessed

When you´ve think tried every road
Every avenue
Take one more look
At what you found old
And in it you´ll find something new

Oh girl
Lead me into your darknes
When this world is trying it´s hardest
To leave me unimpressed
Just one caress
From you and I´m blessed

I´m shying from the light
I always loved the night
And now you offer me eternal darkness

I have to belive that sin
Can make a better man
It´s the mood that I am in
That´s left us were we began

Oh girl
Lead me into your darknes
When this world is trying it´s hardest
To leave me unimpressed
Just one caress
From you and I´m blessed

Transmission
(Joy Division)

Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.

Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, that's all we need know, to synchronise
love to the beat of the show.

And we could dance.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Sinful Existence

quinta-feira, 24 de abril de 2003

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