Almost Blue

Baker was found dead on the Prins Hendrikkade, near the Zeedijk, the street below his second-story room (Room 210) of Hotel Prins Hendrik in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, with serious wounds to his head. Heroin and cocaine were found in his hotel room, and an autopsy also found these drugs in his body.

The world spins backwards everyday...

Shoot my harp, kill my song. Hear my moan.

Mother used to say "if you want you'll find a way". But mother never danced through fire showers.

- You coming back to life is worse on me than this glass.

- What a terrible treatment.
- The words of the dead are meaningless.

"A peculiar and heart-rending gasp of final sorrow came from the Laughing Man. He reached out wanly for the vial of eagles' blood and crushed it in his hand. What little blood he had left trickled thinly down his wrist. He ordered Omba to look away, and, sobbing, Omba obeyed him. The Laughing Man's last act, before turning his face to the bloodstained ground, was to pull off his mask."

"For now we see through a glass, darkly."

(...)

Batou, do you remember the voice we heard on the boat that night? Before those words we heard come these ones. "When I was a child I spoke as a child. I understood as a child, I thought as a child. But when I became a man, I put away childish things."

"Evidence? I just have a whisper... A whisper from my ghost."

Hemoasfixia, de pulmões murchos após expirar um último fôlego do que já foi inspiração. Hoje, gárgulas quiméricas cobertas de lama que te chamam de volta. Cobertas de lama, e ainda assim gárgulas cuja forma grotesca permitiu cobrir de folhas amarelas e vermelhas um Outono que cantaste na Primavera e eu ouvi. As aranhas que me enrolaram e silenciaram no fim do mesmo Outono soltam-me agora para que possa desesperar enquanto vejo de novo fugir a sanidade silenciosa que me ia salvar num barco longe de ti, mas ornamentado pelas conversas casuais, palavras despidas de sentido e recheadas dele.

Se não mais serei capaz de deixar palavras brutamente construídas e adolescentemente engarrafadas para ti; se não mais te comunicarei a desfaçatez da minha pele ao deixar-me; se, como esperas e eu tento derradeiramente aceder, o silêncio de mim para ti se fizer abater sobre o ruído das minhas cordas vocais; lembra-te - tempestades não erodem as palavras que escrevi em pedra.

Não esperarei, mas se olhares estarei concerteza a teu lado, e terás na mão o teu próprio convite à conversa.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

And if your head explodes in dark forbodings too,
I'll see you on the Dark Side of the Moon.

Soul of the unbeliever

"Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way"

Outrora conhecemos, tornadas memória.
Outrora acordadas, para sempre dormentes.

The Sinner's Rest

Dreamless sleeps
Sleepless nights
Nightless dreams