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domingo, 25 de dezembro de 2011

Do Mal o Menos

Autor: Marilyn Manson, John 5
Versão: J.F.

Os que odeiam chamam-me cabrão,
Chamam-me paneleiro, chamam-me Whitey,
Mas eu sou aquilo que vocês nunca vão ser.


Não vou parecer mais bonito por sorrir para a câmara
Os filhos da puta nunca gostaram de mim e
De certeza que agora não vão gostar mesmo
Não tentem arrastar-me para o vosso cliché
O vosso sorriso aberto está perfeito para a vossa cara de fingidores
Mas eu encontro o meu prazer na vossa miséria


Vou pisar-vos no meu caminho ascendente
E vou pisar-vos no meu caminho descendente
Os que odeiam chamam-me cabrão,
Chamam-me paneleiro, chamam-me Whitey
Mas eu sou aquilo que vocês nunca vão ser


Vou ser o vosso bode expiatório, vou ser o vosso salvador,
Eu sou do mal o menos
Eu sou do mal o menos


Eu quero enforcar o vosso rebenho
Com a vossa CORDA DE VELUDO
Filhos da puta preparem-se e entrem
Em fila ordenada
Eu mostro-vos como se faz músculo
É precisa menos força para sorrir
Do que para vos cuspir em cima,
Paparazzinazis


Não tentem arrastar-me para a tentação
Já cá cheguei e já sei o caminho

Better of Two Evils

Autor: Marilyn Manson, John 5
Intérprete: Marilyn Manson
Álbum: The Golden Age of Grotesque (2003)
Para ouvir: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-1dS91m6gA&feature=related


Haters call me bitch
Call me faggot call me Whitey
But I am something that you'll never be


I won't look prettier if I smile for the picture
Motherfuckers never liked me then and they
Sure won't like me now
Don't try to drag me down with your cliché
Your fake grin fits your faker face
But I find all my pleasure in your misery


I will step on you on my way up
And I will step on you on my way down
I will step on you on my way up
And I will step on you on my way down
Haters call me bitch
Call me faggot call me Whitey
But I am something that you'll never be


I'll be your scapegoat, I'll be your saviour
I'm the better of two evils
I'm the better of two evils 


I want to hang all you cattle
With your VELVET ROPE,
Motherfuckers step up and get into
An orderly line.
I'll show you how to make a muscle.
It takes less strength to grin than
It does to spit on all you
Paparazzinazis


Don't try to lead me to temptation
Don't try to lead me to temptation
Don't try to lead me to temptation
Don't try to lead me to temptation
I've been delivered and I already know the way

domingo, 24 de julho de 2011

Coma Black: O Olho do Éden/ A Maçã da Discórdia

Autor: Marilyn Manson, John Five, Ramirez
Versão: J.F.

A minha boca era um berço
Onde cresciam mentiras
Eu não sabia o que era o amor nessa altura
O meu coração era um minúsculo coágulo de sangue
Tomei-o, mas ele não sarava nem desaparecia


Queima todas as coisas boas no olho do Éden
Fomos burros demais para correr, mortos demais para morrer


Este nunca foi o meu mundo
Vós levastes o anjo para longe
Eu matei-me para vos fazer a todos pagar


Eu ter-lhe-ia dito então
Que ela era a única coisa
Que eu poderia amar neste mundo moribundo
Mas a simples palavra "amor", por si mesma
Já tinha morrido e desaparecido


Este nunca foi o meu mundo... etc


Queima todas as coisas boas no olho do Éden
Fomos burros demais para fugir, mortos demais para morrer


Este nunca foi o meu mundo... etc


O nosso coração é um ovo manchado de sangue
Com que não tivemos cuidado suficiente


Está partido e sangra
E não o podemos reparar


E não o podemos reparar

Coma Black: Eden Eye/ The Apple of Discchord

Autor: Marilyn Manson, John Five, Ramirez
Intérprete: Marilyn Manson
Álbum: Holy Wood (In The Shadow of the Valley of Death) (2000)



My mouth was a crib
And it was growing lies
I didn't know what love was on that day
Her hearts a tiny blood clot
I picked at it, it never heals, it never goes away

Burn all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die

Burn all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die


This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay

I would've told her then
She was the only thing
That I could love, in this dying world
But the simple word, of love itself
Already died and went away


This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay


Burn all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die

Burn all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay


Our hearts a bloodstained egg
We didn't handle with care

It's broken and bleeding
And we could never repair

Our hearts a bloodstained egg
We didn't handle with care
It's broken and bleeding
And we could never repair

And we can never repair