Chelsea Rodgers

Chelsea Rodgers was a model

Thought she really rocked the road, yes she did

Kept her tears up in a bottle

Poured them out to save her soul

Ask her what she liked the most

She said, she liked to talk to Jimi's ghost, Ow!

Fantasy, her friends boast (This girl is fly)

Chelsea's fly, like coast to coast (Mmmm)

Hollywood or Times Square

If the party's fly, my girl is there (yes she is)

Purple's on and bounce in her hair

21st Century hippy, Chelsea don't care

Try to catch her if you can (Come on now together)

You never see her with my man (Uh, a brother got to jump n the water)

He must be baptized, according to the masterplan,'

Fore she give up the good thang

Go ahead Chelsea! (Go ahead Chelsea!)

No cut diamonds, and designer shoes (Uh, no-no!)'

Cause she's too original from her head down to herfeet

(Rehab) (If you want to) (just don't mean no me)

Chelsea don't eat no meat, still got but like a leather seat

Go ahead Chelsea! (Go ahead Chelsea!) Come on

Next to her they just a fool.

Chelsea read more books than a few

Moses was a Pharoah in the 18th Dynasty

And Rome was chillin' in Carthage in 33 BCE

And the day that we stop counting, we live as long as a tree

Go ahead Chelsea, teach me! Go ahead Chelsea.

Make a promise to your higher self, get you nothing,fame and wealth

You don't be chasing nobodies’ ghost.

Of everything, make the most (Come on!)

Prince, “Planet Earth”, 2007

Mais uma obra prima absoluta... A não perder... Planet Earth

Save Room

Say That You'll Stay A Little

Don't Say Bye Bye Tonight

Say You'll Be Mine

Just A Little Bit Of Love

Is Worth A Moment Of Your Time

Knocking On Your Door Just A Little

So Cold Outside Tonight

Lets Get A Fire Burning

Oh I Know Ill Keep

It Burning Bright

If You Stay

Won't You Stay

Stay

Save Room For My Love

Save Room For The Moment To Be With Me

Save Room For My Love

Save A Little Save A Little For Me

Won't You Save A Little

Save A Little For Me

This Just Might Hurt A Little

Love Hurts Sometime When You Do It Right

Don’t Be Afraid Of A Little Bit Of Pain

Pleasure Is On The Other Side

Let Down Your Guard Just A Little

Ill Keep You Safe In These Arms Of Mine

Hold On To Me Pretty Baby You Will See

I Can Be All You Need If You Stay

Won't You Stay

Stay

Save Room For My Love

Save Room For The Moment To Be With Me

Save Room For My Love

Save A Little Save A Little For Me

Won't You Save A Little

Save A Little For Me

Come On

Make Time To Live A Little

Dont Let This Moment Slip By Tonight

Youll Never Know What Your Missing Til You Try

Ill Keep You Satisfied If You Stay

Won't You Stay

Stay

John Legend, “Once Again”, 2006

So sexy.... Jonh Legend is the man...

This ain't a scene (it's an arms race)

I am an arms dealer feeding you with

Weapons in the form of words

And (don't really care... which side wins)

As long as the room keeps singing

that's just thebusiness I'm in

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

I'm not a shoulder to cry on

But I digress

I'm the leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate

Oh so intricate.

I'm the leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate

Oh so intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up

(You look pretty sinking)

But the real bombshells have already sunk

(Prima Donnas of the gutter)

At night we're painting your trash gold

While you sleepcrashing not like hips or cars

But more like p-p-p-parties

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

Bandwagon's full

Please catch another

I'm the leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate

Oh so intricate

I'm the leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate

Oh so intricate

All the boys who the dancefloor didn't love

And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fastenough

Sing...until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

(Now you)This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

(Wear out the goove)

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race(Sing it out loud)

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race(Oh, oh)

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

I'm the leading man

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate

Oh so intricate

Fall Out Boy “Infinity on High”, 2006

Na minha opinião uma das melhores novas bandas da cena musical. Makes me feel like dancing...

Boys of Summer

Nobody on the road

Nobody on the beach

I feel it in the air

The summer's out of reach

Empty lake, empty streets

The sun goes down alone

I'm drivin' by your house

Though I know you're not at home

But I can see you Your brown skin shinin' in the sun

You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on,baby

And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong

After the boys of summer have gone

I never will forget those nights

I wonder if it was a dream

Remember how you made me crazy?

Remember how I made you scream

Now I don't understand what happened to our love

But babe, I'm gonna get you back

I'm gonna show you what I'm made of

I can see you Your brown skin shinin' in the sun

I see you walkin' real slow and you're smilin' at everyone

I can tell you my love for you will still be strong

After the boys of summer have gone

Out on the road today,

I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on aCadillac

A little voice Inside my head said, "Don't look back.

You can never look back.

"I thought I knew what love was

What did I know?

Those days are gone forever

I should just let them go

butI can see you

Your brown skin shinin' in the sun

You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby

And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong

After the boys of summer have gone

I can see you Your brown skin shinin' in the sun

You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on,

baby

I can tell you my love for you will still be strong

After the boys of summer have gone

Don Henley, "Building the perfect beast", 1984

Nada mais próprio para esta estação que esta música extraordinária do Don Henley... Boys of Summer...

Boas Férias!

Carvão

Surgiu como um clarão

Um raio me cortando a escuridão

E veio me puxando pela mão

Por onde não imaginei seguir

Me fez sentir tão bem, como ninguém

E eu fui me enganando sem sentir

E fui abrindo portas sem sair

Sonhando às cegas, sem dormir

Não sei quem é você

O amor em seu carvão

Foi me queimando em brasa no colchão

E me partiu em tantas pelo chão

Me colocou diante de um leão

O amor me consumiu, depois sumiu

E eu até perguntei, mas ninguém viu

E fui fechando o rosto sem sentir

E mesmo atenta, sem me distrair

Não sei quem é você

No espelho da ilusão

Se retocou pra outra traição

Tentou abrir as flores do perdão

Mas bati minha raiva no portão

E não mais me procure sem razão

Me deixe aqui e solta a minha mão

E fui flechando o tempo, sem chover

Fui fechando os meus olhos, pra esquecer

Quem é você?

Ana Carolina, “Dois Quartos”, 2006

Sou fã da Ana Carolina. Este poema é lindissimo... deixa-me sem fôlego...

Side

Well I believe there's someone watching over you

They're watching every single thing you say

And when you die they'll set you down and take youthrough

You'll realize one day

That the grass is always greener on the other side

The neighbour's got a new car that you wanna drive

And when time is running out you wanna stay alive

We all live under the same sky

We all will live we all will die

There is no wrong,

there is no right

The circle only has one side

One side, one side, side

We all try hard to live our lives in harmony

For fear of falling swiftly overboard

But life is both a major and a minor key

Just open up the chord

But the grass is always greener on the other side

The neighbour's got a new car that you wanna drive

And when time is running out you wanna stay alive

We all live under the same sky

We all will live we all will die

There is no wrong,

there is no right

The circle only has one side

One side, one side, side

Travis, “The Invisible Band”, 2001

Uma das minhas bandas preferidas. Adoro esta música e este video! Genial...

Walking after you

Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds

Dreaming aloud

Things just won't do without you, matter of fact

I'm on your back, I'm on your back, I'm on your back

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

If you'd accept surrender, give up some more

Weren't you adored

I cannot be without you, matter of fact

I'm on your back, I'm on your back, I'm on your back

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

Another heart is cracked in two,

I'm on your back

I cannot be without you, matter of fact

I'm on your back

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

Another heart is cracked in two,

I'm on you backI'm on your back

Foo Fighters, “The Colour and the Shape”, 1997

Darling Nikki

I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine

She said how'd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind

She took me 2 her castle
And I just couldn't believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy

She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out And Nikki started 2 grind

The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can't tell u what she did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin' will kick your behind
Oh, she'll show u no mercy
But she'll sho'nuff sho'nuff show u how 2 grind
Darlin' Nikki

Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasn't there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone number on the stairs

It said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 grind
Oh, Nikki, come back Nikki, come back

Your dirty little Prince
wanna grind

Hello, how r u? I'm fine. 'cause I know that the Lord is coming soon

Prince & The Revolution, “Purple Rain”, 1984


Obra Prima reconhecida no mundo inteiro, "Purple Rain" é sem dúvida genial. Para fâs do Prince (como eu) esta música é brilhante.

Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dimmer

I had to stop for the night.

There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

'This could be heaven or this could be Hell'

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face.

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted,

she got the Mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine'

He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'

And still those voices are calling from far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face.

They livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise),

bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,

The pink champagne on ice

And she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'

And in the master's chambers,

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives,

But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember,

I was Running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

'Relax' said the night man,

We are programmed to receive.

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!

Eagles, “Hotel California”, 1976

Aos 14 anos, alguém muito especial ofereceu-me este single dos Eagles… é uma música absolutamente genial e inesquecível…

Pretty Vegas

Falling asleep at the wheel again baby

You're drifting over the line (the line) yeah

Your hands are tight but you're losing grip quickly

Fix me, can you read the signs?

Thumbing your way to Vegas, dirty

And dreaming of the other side

Save your tears and laughter

Because it doesn't matter what you find

It ain't pretty

After the show

It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you

With no place to go

If you think you need it

Here's the place to feed it

But it ain't pretty

With everything that you do is wrong

And you fell like you can barely survive yeah

When those around you are crumbling downwards

Buried in the sunset alive

Thumbing your way to Vegas, dirty

And screaming like you're back from hell

Save your dreams and occupations

Cos' it doesn't matter what you sell

It ain't pretty

After the show

It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you

With no place to go

If you think you want it

Here's the place to get it

But it ain't pretty

The party's over and the road is long

The party's over and we're moving on

The party's over and the road is long

So if you think you want it

Then just come out and say it

It aint pretty

Falling asleep at the wheel again baby

You're drifting over the line (the line)

You're hands are tight but you're losing grip quickly

Fix me, can you read the signs

Thumbing your way to Vegas, dirty

And dreaming like you're outta control

Save your tears and laughter

Because this is the ride

And this is the show

It ain't pretty

After the show

It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you

With no place to go

So if you think you want it

Just come in and get it

It ain't pretty

INXS, “Switch”, 2005

Pós Michael Hutchence, os INXS estão de volta com um álbum genial! Vale a pena ouvir

Padrino

Life imitates the game of chess
You can be the rook or the pawn
If you have the strategy that's best
You can be the king or in this case the don
It's easy to get knocked out of the game
Depending on which way you want to play
You've got to have eyes in the back of your head
Now that we have that out of the way

Rev up the Lincoln
And lets get to drinking some caffeino
Lets go to Nicolettis
Cause he makes a mean spaghetti sauce
I'm a connoisseur of the finer things in life
I'll take any flick with Al Pacino
I'm a man of respect and I prefer to be addressed as Padrino

If you're the type that likes to spill the beans
You could be a stone in someone's shoe
You'll receive a kiss on each cheek
Then you'll know that pretty soon the stone will be removed
Everyone knows that crime does not pay
It doesn't pay the taxes anyway
You've got to be slick if you don't want it to stick
Now that we have that out of the way

I know it's not a wise thing to do
Writing funny songs about the mob
But if it's all the same to you
I don't see it as a gang but a club
Where men sit like gentlemen
Plotting their events about
Things I shouldn't understand comprehend or care
Like...oh, I don't know maybe I shouldn't go there
After all it is a family affair

Stay out of the papers
Don't get caught
Leave the singing to Sinatra and always keep your big trap shut
Capice?

The underworld is like an undertow - if you don't respect it
It will surely bring you down - when you least expect -
Hey expect it from all sides
Once you're in it it's for life
Don't be famous be infamous and you will live to see another day
Be wise about with whom you discuss
Now that we have that out of the way

Smash Mouth, “Fush yu Mang”, 1997

Man that you fear

The ants are in the sugar
the muscles atrophied
we're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v.
spread me open, sticking to my bony ribs
are all your infants in abortion cribs
i was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved
is the man that you fear

pray untill you're number, asleep from all your pain
your apple as been rotting
tomorrow's turned up dead

I have it all and I have no choice but to
I'll make everyone pay and you will see
you can kill yourself now
because you're dead in my mind
the boy that you loved
is the monster you fear

peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark
you've poisoned all your children
to camouflage your scars
pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear
pray your life was just a dream
the cut that never heals
pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream

(i am so tangled in my sins that i cannot escape)

pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed
someone had to go this far
i was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved
is the man that you fear

peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark
you've poisoned all your children
to camouflage your scars
pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear
pray your life was just a dream
the cut that never heals

pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream
the world in my hands
there's no one left to hear you scream
there's no one left for you
(we know when your wishes are granted
many of your dreams will be destroyed)

Marilyn Manson, “Antichrist Superstar”, 1996

Um dos meus favoritos... the antichrist himself...

Holiday

Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday (Hey!)
(Say, Hey!)
"The representative from California has the floor"
Zieg Heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday

Green day, “American idiot”, 2004

Running up that hill (deal with God)

"If I only could, I'd be running up that hill. If I only could, I'd be running up that hill."

It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
You, it's you and me.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.

If I only could, oh...
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
You, it's you and me.
It's you and me won't be unhappy.

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
Say, if I only could, oh...
You, It's you and me, It's you and me won't be unhappy.

"C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh..."

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

"If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
If I only could, I'd be running up that hill."

Kate Bush, “Hounds of love”, 1985

Letting the cables sleep

You in the dark
you in the pain
you on the run
living a hell living your ghost
living your end
never seem to get in the place
that I belong
don't wanna lose the time
lose the time to come

Whatever you say it's alright
whatever you do it's all good
whatever you say it's alright

Silence is not the way
we need to talk about it
If heaven is on the way
If heaven is on the way

You in the sea
on a decline
breaking the waves
watching the lights go down
letting the cables sleep

Whatever you say it's alright
whatever you do it's all good
whatever you say it's alright

Silence is not the way
we need to talk about it
If heaven is on the way
we'll wrap the world around it
If heaven is on the way
If heaven is on the way

I'm a stranger in this town
I'm a stranger in this town
I'm a stranger in this town
If heaven is on the way
If heaven is on the way
I'm stranger in this town
I'm a stranger in this town

Bush, “The Science of things”, 2000

Behind the Wheel

My little girl
Drive anywhere
Do what you want
I don't care
Tonight
I'm in the hands of fate
I hand myself
Over on a plate
Now

Oh little girl
There are times when I feel
I'd rather not be
The one behind the wheel
Come
Pull my strings
Watch me move
I do anything
Please

Sweet little girl
I prefer
You behind the wheel
And me the passenger
Drive
I'm yours to keep
Do what you want
I'm going cheap
Tonight

You're behind the wheel tonight

Depeche Mode, “Music for the Masses”, 1987


Palavras para quê.... são os DEPECHE MODE!

Mad about you

A stone's throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And though a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet
That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadness
I'm lost without you, I'm lost without you

Though all my kingdoms turn to sand
and fall into the sea
I'm mad about you, I'm mad about you

And from the dark secluded valleys
I heard the ancient songs of sadness
But every step I thought of you
Every footstep only you
Every star a grain of sand
The leavings of a dried up ocean
Tell me, how much longer,
How much longer?

They say a city in the desert lies
The vanity of an ancient king
But the city lies in broken pieces
Where the wind howls and the vultures sing
These are the works of man
This is the sum of our ambition
It would make a prison of my life I
f you became another's wife

With every prison blown to dust
My enemies walk free
I'm mad about you,
I'm mad about you

And I have never in my life
Felt more alone than I do now
Although I claim dominions over all I see
It means nothing to me
There are no victories
In all our histories
Without love

A stone's throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And though a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet
That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadness
I'm lost without you, I'm lost without you

And though you hold the keys to ruin of everything I see
With every prison blown to dust my enemies walk free
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand and fall into the sea
I'm mad about you,
I'm mad about you

Sting, “The Soul Cages”, 1991


Esta música tem um significado especial para mim... faz-me sempre lembrar uma época da minha vida da qual tenho muitas saudades...

Drops of Jupiter

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way

Train, “Drops of Jupiter”, 2001

Esta é uma banda que não se tem ouvido e visto muito, mas é impossível não achar esta música genial.
É um poema brilhante, construído de forma quase perfeita. Difícil não gostar...

Wonderful World

I've been down so low people look at me and they know,
they can tell something is wrong
like I dont belong,
well, staring through a window standing outside there just to happy to care
and I wana be like them but I'll mess it up again,
I tripped them out when God kicked outside everybody's soul.

And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now,
I thought I was doing well but I just want to cry now,
Well I know that its a wonderful world from the sky down to the sea,
but I can only see when you're here, here with me.

Sometimes I feel so full that it just comes spilling out,
it's uncomfortable to see I give it away so easily,
but if I had someone I would do anything and never let you feel alone
I wont, I wont leave u on your own,
who am I to dream, dreams are for fools, they always let you down.

And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I cant feel it right now,
I thought I was doing well but I just want to cry now,
Well I know that its a wonderful world from the sky down to the sea,
but I can only see when you're here, here with me.

And I wish that I could make it better,
I'd give anything for you to call me,
maybe just a little letter
Oh it could start again.

And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I cant feel it right now,
I thought I was doing well but I just want to cry now,
Well I know that its a wonderful world from the sky down to the sea,
but I can only see when you're here, here with me.

I know that its a wonderful world
but I cant feel it right now,
Iv got all the right clothes to wear I just wanna cry now,
I know that it's a wonderful world from the sky down 2 the sea,
But I can only see well when you’re here, here with me.

And I know that it's a wonderful world
when you’re with me.


James Morrison, “Undiscovered” 2006


Adoro esta música! Para além de o James Morrison ter uma voz fantástica, tem 21 anos de idade e uma carinha laroca…
Palavras para quê…

Bullet with butterfly wings

The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get, for my pain
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game

Even though I know-I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold-like old job

Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage

Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show
And what do you want, I want to change
And what have you got
When you feel the same

Even though I know-I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold-like old job

Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage

Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son
Tell me I'm the chosen one
Jesus was the only son for you

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
And I still believe that I cannot be saved

The Smashing Pumpkins, “Mellon Collie and the infinite sadness”, 1995


Uma das minhas bandas preferidas de todos os tempos, uma das melhores músicas que já fizeram.
Adoro a imagem que o título sugere. O poema é bastante agressivo, simplesmente genial.