hurt.

I still recall the taste of your tears
Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears
My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
Scraping through my head 'till I don't want to sleep
Anymore

You make this all go away
You make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
And i'm starting to scare myself
You make this all go away
You make this all go way
I just want something
I just want something I can never have



You always were the one to show me how
Back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now
This thing is slowly taking me apart
Gray would be the colour if I had a heart
Come on, tell me

You make this all go away
You make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
And I'm starting to scare myself
You make this all go away
You make this all go away
I just want something
I just want something I can never have



In this place it seems like such a shame
Though it all looks different now
I know it's still the same
Everywhere I look you're all I see
Just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be
Come on, tell me!

You make this all go away
You make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
And i'm starting to scare myself
You make this all go away
You make it all go way
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
I just want something I can never have

* Day 12 - A song that describes you

Simples mas densa.
Solitária mas emocional.
Depressiva mas intensa.
Serena mas poderosa.
Negra mas fascinante.

Terrible Lie

Coliseu dos Recreios | 2007.02.10

Não podia ser melhor escolhida a data.
Véspera do referendo sobre o aborto, dia ideal para e exultação do(s) NIN…

Cumpre-se 1 ano desde as lusas visitas, quase em simultâneo, dos Depeche Mode e dos Bauhaus. Compila-se, desta vez num só nome, a força de um rock poderoso feito de electrónica com a agressividade negra do punk gótico.
Os Nine Inch Nails congregam à sua volta uma série de tendências do rock. O que as une, para além do culto, é a cor. O preto instalou-se no Coliseu.
As negras t-shirts ou as camisas de látex misturavam-se com os longos casacos de camurça. Piercings, botas DocMartens ou vistosas meias de rede eram adereço obrigatório no sexo feminino.
Cenário montado para a mais aguardada estreia em palcos nacionais dos últimos anos.
Quanto a uma coisa havia consenso: a expectativa estava nos píncaros, porque com Trent Reznor, mediocridade é palavra sem sentido.
E foi em clima de ansiedade que os fãs receberam a banda.
Som poderoso (“Mr. Self Destruct” a abrir), introspecção marcada (“Something I Can Never Have”), vozes em uníssono (“Closer”). A intensidade era crescente. As 5 músicas finais foram o culminar perfeito desta espiral. “Only” é uma pista de dança. “Hurt” é um quarto escuro. “Head like a hole”, o libertar da raiva.
Abandonaram o palco ao fim de pouco mais de uma hora. Pouco. Muito pouco.
Faltou um encore. Faltou o “Dead Souls”. Faltou a própria superação. Faltou algo de especial que fizesse exceder as expectativas.
Sim, o público português está a tornar-se muito exigente.

Mr. Self Destruct* Last* Terrible Lie* March of Pigs* Something I Can Never Have* The Line Begins To Blur* Closer* Burn* Wish* Help Me I Am In Hell* Eraser* La Mer/Into the Void* No, You Don't* Only* You Know What You Are?* Hurt* The Hand That Feeds* Head Like A Hole.

Do lado de cá...

Venha Fevereiro que o Pai Natal, por aqui, já passou...

Hurt

i hurt myself today to see if i still feel

i focus on the pain the only thing that's real

the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting

try to kill it all away but i remember everything

what have i become? my sweetest friend

everyone i know goes away in the end

you could have it all my empire of dirt

i will let you down i will make you hurt

i wear my crown of shit on my liar's chair

full of broken thoughts i cannot repair

beneath the stain of time the feeling disappears

you are someone else i am still right here

what have i become? my sweetest friend

everyone i know goes away in the end

you could have it all my empire of dirt

i will let you down i will make you hurt

if i could start again a million miles away

i would keep myself i would find a way

Rotação máxima.

Nine Inch Nails. With Teeth. 2005

Queens of the Stone Age. Songs for the Deaf. 2002

The Arcade Fire. Funeral. 2004

...Rock Werchter' 05. Nine Inch Nails

NIN.Werchter.2005.07.02

* The Frail/ The Wretched * Wish * March of the pigs * The line begins to blur * Something I can never have * The hand that feeds * With teeth * Terrible lie * Burn * Closer * Gave up * Hurt * Head like a hole