Um homem também chora (Guerreiro menino)

A song about me riding bike that make me feel good

Two Wheels to Joy

Cepat Tapi Hati Murni

自由

寒夜盼春

Sunshine in My Soul

Very Heavily Beatles inspired one which is mostly McCartney-esque except for the first few chords in chorus which are Harrison and some dark Lennon-y lyrics in the second verse. Bass is all over the place

Verse
Just as the suns getting high
And there’s only one place to hide
As crazy as it seems
You will always be my baby

Or maybe the suns getting low
But I told you the way to go
As crazy as it seems
You will always be my baby

Chorus
Maybe this sad turf you spit on
Hidden chains inside
Making you that certain you’ll live on
To the naked eye
Time to be sobered up
Time to fill a cup and thank you
For your kindness
It’s all behind us
I’ll see you at your next arrival 

Verse
Maybe you feel nothings left
There’s no need to be scared of death
As crazy as it seems
You will always be my baby

Banging my head to the wall
And the fingers that makes my skin crawl
As lazy as I’ve been
You can always be my baby

Chorus
Sane to be dragged down the river
The rhythm made you dive
Raving about sanctioned symptoms
Making up your life
Time to be tuckered in
Time will not remain your victim
Take a summer
Pick yourself up
I’ll see you at your next revival 

Hum Chorus and solo

Just as the suns getting high
And there’s only one place to hide
As crazy as it seems
You will always be 
There’s no one in sea
To make a man of me
As crazy as it seems 
You will always be my baby

Crazy As It Seems

20 pesos

奈何人生已过半

奈何天涯人渐远

far away - nickelback cover

found myself waiting for happiness to come, i didn’t even realize how far i came

dont wait for happiness

Lyrics:

I put my life in boxes, will be gone.
I trashed it, sold it, burned the bridges down.

Wherever I go,
I'll bring me, so
nothing means the world.

If I had to choose two things I own
to take where I'll go,
it would be the memories of you
and my guitar to play our tune.

I stripped down to the core, no more to lose,
in forward motion, head turned back to you.

I try to shake the roots
that grasp for my worn boots
and stumble blindly into what will come.

Um homem também chora (Guerreiro menino)

Gustavo Pereira