This is for you Vasco!

Love me tender,
Love me sweet,
Never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
And I love you so.


Love me tender,
Love me true,
All my dreams fulfilled.
For my darlin I love you,
And I always will.

Love me tender,
Love me long,
Take me to your heart.
For it's there that I belong,
And well never part.

Love me tender,
Love me dear,
Tell me you are mine.
Ill be yours through all the years,
Till the end of time.

(when at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go).

Cripple And The Starfish

Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
Stingy thingy into little me, me, me
But just "ripple" said the cripple
As my jaw dropped to the ground
Smile smile

It's true I always wanted love to be
Hurtful
And it's true I always wanted love to be
Filled with pain
And bruises

Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy
Screamed " I just compeletely love you!
And there's no rhyme or reason
I'm changing like the seasons
Watch! I'll even cut off my finger
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!"

Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
And he checking time did punch me
And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
Happy bleedy, happy bruisy

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very happy
So please hurt me

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very very happy
So come on hurt me

I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish

I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
I'll grow back like a Starfish
Like a Starfish...

River of sorrow

There is a black river
It passes by my window
And late at night
All dolled up like Christ
I walk the water
Between the piers

Singing
Oh
River of sorrow
River of time, river
River of sorrow
Don't swallow this time

For we all know the baby has expired
Long ago she was pulled from the mire
And no precious liar or well-wisher
Can return the love that was stolen

Oh
River of sorrow
River of time, river
River of sorrow
Don't swallow this time

Can you see the light
At the end of the dark passageway
Take me wit you towads this light
Into the darkness passing over the faces in the river
Hear me!
I'm whispering in your ear!

Oh
River of sorrow
Oh, river of time
River of sorrow
Don't swallow this time

Oh
River of sorrow
Oh, river of time
River of sorrow
Don't swallow this time

The Atrocities

God visits all lost souls
To survey the damage
We noticed a bonfire
Burning in his eyes

He whispered
"It's the atrocities of your story
Of your story"

God visits all lost souls
To survey the damage
And holding his bleeding heart
A tear comes to his eye
He whispered
It's the atrocities of History
Of History
Of...

The he falls to the floor
For there's many more tears on the sunrise
And now we must eat those tears
Now we must eat our fill
Of the Atrocities
The Atrocities
The Atrocities
The Atrocities

Hope there´s someone

Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, will I go

Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired

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There's a ghost on the horizon
When I go to bed
How can I fall asleep at night
How will I rest my head

Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there, left in there

There's a man on the horizon
Wish that I'd go to bed
If I fall to his feet tonight
Will allow rest my head

So here's hoping I will not drown
Or paralyze in light
And godsend I don't want to go
To the seal's watershed

Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, Will I go

Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired

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Chorosos versos meus desentoados,
Sem arte, sem beleza e sem brandura,
Urdidos pela mão da Desventura,
Pela baça Tristeza envenenados:

Vede a luz, não busqueis, desesperados,
No mudo esquecimento a sepultura;
Se os ditosos vos lerem sem ternura,
Ler-vos-ão com ternura os desgraçados:

Não vos inspire, ó versos, cobardia
Da sátira mordaz o furor louco,
Da maldizente voz e tirania:

Desculpa tendes, se valeis tão pouco,
Que não pode cantar com melodia
Um peito de gemer cansado e rouco.

                                Bocage

Retrato próprio

Retrato próprio

Magro, de olhos azuis, carão moreno,
Bem servido de pés, meão na altura,
Triste da facha, o mesmo de figura,
Nariz alto no meio, e não pequeno.

Incapaz de assistir num só terreno,
Mais propenso ao furor do que à ternura;
Bebendo em níveas mãos por taça escura
De zelos infernais letal veneno:

Devoto incensador de mil deidades
(Digo, de moças mil) num só momento,
E somente no altar amando os frades:

Eis Bocage, em quem luz algum talento;
Saíram dele mesmo estas verdades
Num dia em que se achou mais pachorrento.