Jeremy? Hi! It is a "continuation" of this song! :) (min. 5.32) Greetings and all the best!

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me gusta la emocion/ muy 90's rock alternativo

Johnny B Feat. Miguel Fernandes - Rains Fire On Jupiter

Insight (Original) - with Miguel Fernandes

We sink (CHVRCHES)

Zebra (Beach House)

Mind Speaks

We went down in a hole
We sink and cry
But if you try to get up, praying
That's not a way to change your life
But if you try, or if we try together, waiting
Guess who’s coming

Morning will come again, you know
Nightmares begin, hope's still waiting
Voices asking : “Why such a hurry?”
But´s ok, we lost our future way, we know
Our times are changing, depriving us from sight
Someone saying : “What's such a hurry?”

We are all dancing on the clock’s swing
We are too lazy to get out of this
And then what comes next?

Sadness will reborn again
Sad faces makes me happy, oh no
I’m not so happy at all, not as i thought i was
Fooling me by thought
Voices asking : “Why you´re such a stupid?”
Close your ears and turn your mind off, 
Cause we are much more, yes we are much more, 
You are much more
We are much worse than we think we are (3x)
You are much worse than you think you are


Mind Speaks

We've been living like the dust,
on a box of memories
And  we wanna go back to the place
where we used to climb the trees

Life is worth, first we wanna grow up, then we wanna be a child again

We've been searching in our inner child, 
to feel the taste of what is now the past,
cause the future always comes
and the present never lasts  

Time will not give up on you, it will not let you be

Inner Child

Dying is my routine	
	
If you wanna leave, go now, cause i wanna go back to my routine
And so you, should live your life, and let my own life guide me
I'm just trying to get some rest

Do you think i’m paranoid?
Or that i’ve something to avoid?

We’ve been moving back and forth
Between anger and love
And yet we haven´t changed
Routine is taking control
We went so far from the truth

Time moves on without us!

I’m dying again my love, there´s nothing to complain
I’m dying everyday, the end is the beginning
I’m dying again my love, as far as you can see
i´m dying everyday, dying is my routine


Dying Is My Routine

"Flying is hard" - Letra: António Fontinhas 

I look to the sky
I wish to fly
My time is gettin' 
Almost soon
Almost the moon
In my hands
Living on the edge
Can´t find my place
A rainbow on my face

Flying is hard

This world is not my world
These words aren't real
I look over the hills
And start to feel unreal
I let far away from me
Someone
Wish not to be me
Wish not to be...

I look to the clouds
See an empty man
Lost on the crowd
One lonely man
One thousand thoughts
On this empty land
Goin´ mad
So bad mad

The sky changes
From dark to bright
From night to day
And fits his way
And seems all right
I seem the night
Without day
Just one way
Dark to dark

Flying is hard

Let us cast our spell
It had done us so well
It’s keeping us from despair

Fear’s something that we’ve known
And darkness all that’s been shown
As we begin to ascend we become
So undone

I’m so high
I’m so high
I can touch the sky
I’m so high
I’m so high
I can touch the sky
I’m so high
I’m so high
I can reach your eyes

Claw your way up here
Bring us furs and steal
Bring us storm and spears
Bring about all of our fears

Chose not what made you chose
Show some contempt for virtue
Show the love you defend
Let it become so undone

I’m so high
I’m so high
I can touch the sky
I’m so high
I’m so high
I can touch the sky
I’m so high
I’m so high
I can ease your mind

The higher we hunt the deeper we crave
And damage is all that we save
We won’t be here anyway

So let us cast our spell
We are going so well
We’ll begin to ascend / and we’ll become
So undone

I’m so high
I’m so high
I can touch the sky
I’m so high
I’m so high
I can touch the sky
I’m so high
I’m so high
I won’t break your heart

Higher

Versão da música "Notícias do Fundo" dos Ornatos Violeta por Miguel Fernandes!! 

Version of the song "Notícias do Fundo" [Ornatos Violeta] 



Notícias do fundo [Ornatos Violeta]

Here we are
Once again
Where we took the blame

For that
We became so bold
That you kept untold

You‘re guessed and quiet in me

Now that the night came
Everything will be ok
Everything will stay calm
Don’t you wake
I can’t stand
your eyes on me
 
Once we loved a boy
Whose face was green
He came to us in a dream
With hands offered unclean 

And in the dream we showed up with our sin
He fell on his knees so he could kiss our needy gates 

I failed to trust the greedy tide
I failed to trust the lust

But here we are again
In the promised land
where you’re flinching
And we’re dating

And the boy green in the dream
Vanished with steam
His tongue gleaming
While he’s screaming thy name

Once again
We stood by thy plan
Why won’t you then
Keep our shadows free
From the green man that fades


The Relapse

As filhas de Lot estão empenhadas em preservar a sua raça definhando-a. Isso passa pelo enfraquecimento dos tecidos e dos tegumentos, dos órgãos e das secreções, dos veios e dos ossos. Trata-se de uma estratégia para o incremento sensorial. Desvitalizar para aumentar a permeabilidade. Crivo sensível que se acera. As filhas de Lot fundam o seu território no enclave do desejo com o estímulo. O ébrio é para elas apurador de pulsões: transmissão e transfusão. A filhas de Lot privilegiam a obscuridade e mergulham o seu afecto nas próprias transgressões. Elas preparam a iridescência do que devém, são da ordem do fantasmático. Depois do incesto, enquanto o seu pai dorme, as filhas de Lot, nuas, sentam-se junto ao fogo e olham-se. A troca de olhares resulta em música. ..

The Relapse

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