LOSER

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park

Yo. cut it.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

(double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
who's chokin’ on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooaaaar....

?em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ,ybab resol a m'I adanaC revo raoS
[You can hear hear it if you reverse it.]

(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Nlehh...)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie Deutsch hier, Baby!)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(know what I’m sayin’? )

I SPRED MY ANKLE, COULDN´T MAKE IT TO THE LONDON INTERNATIONAL MUSIC SHOW I´VE BEEN WAITING TO GO FOR MORE THAN A MONTH, I´M STUCK IN BED, CAN´T GO TO WORK, CAN´T GO TO THE PUB, OR EVEN SUPERMARKET. I HAVE TO RELY ON MY FRIENDS BUT THEY ARE WORKING NOW OR IN THE PUB...
TV SUCKS! WATCHED BIG BROTHER REPEAT AGAIN AND AGAIN. EVEN WATCHED BIG BROTHER LIVE!
JUST REALISED THE BRITISH TV IS MAINLY REALITY SHOWS.
THERE´S REALITY SHOWS ABOUT:

HAIRSTYLIST
13 PEOPLE LIVING TOGETHER IN A HOUSE
ROCK N ROLLERR IN LA
CELEBRITY REHAB
THE APPRENTICE ABOUT BUSINESS...

YOU NAME IT!

CAN SOMEONE BUY ME SOME MILK AND RICE?

COULD´T BE FEELING WORST.

BUT

AFTER THE RAIN COMES SUN SO HERE I AM WAITING,
FOR THE MOMENT, IM A LOSER BABY SO WHY DON´T YOU KILL ME

What it feels like for a girl

A year ago I received the heaviest call saying my mum had breast cancer.

A year later, one breast away, the evil tumor, the demonised bug is now rubish, gone and she is clear.

Now, do you know what it feels like for a girl?

the importance of your birthday

Birthdays are important because it was the day that changed your parents lives.

It was also the day you decided to come out of your mother and take way her pain

birthdays don't make you older, makes you wiser


it's one day of the year you don't forget no metter how and you usualy remember how the weather was.

Birthdays are good.

Happy birthday Duncan Jones

Me and my army

Me and my army fight for happiness

we have special outfits

some of us are angels

altogether we form a strong wall

no tornados put us down

we are the angels' army

aaaaaaaaaaaah (sarcastic laugh)

where´s my home?

i was born in lisbon, the capital of Portugal on the 23rd day of december in the year os 1983.
i lived here until i was 22 and moved to london some time ago.

i grew up listenning to english music and watching english movies and tv

now i come to portugal every couple of months and i think and think and think if there´s something i can relate to this country...
i have found my love for trees in london. i came to lisbon hoping to see these trees in a different way and i cannot see them as beautiful...there aren´t appealing, they are sad and grumpy... should i?... i was born here, should i love them more?
i am looking, sometimes desperatly, for these roots. i search them here at home and i cannot find them


but i thought at least coming home the tinniest roots were here. the nest where i keept my memories would stay intact... but it´s fading away because there are more important things to think right now. the strenght isn´t the same from when i was a teenager.i shall keep those thoughts, my memories, all in my head.
home was where i keept the pretious things, it would be a very strong rock. nothing would take my things away. was a safe box, whatever you want to call it.

right now, my things are in many places. i wonder if my mind is in different places aswell. there´s no safe rock anymore...
moving houses is difficult there´s always so many things we loose. my point is, if i loose these things i loose control...i haven´t got any control any more...

is there any safe box? does one exist for each one of us? is there a point looking for our own box? what´s the point in having a nest?

one thng for sure, the mind is powerfull and i cannot forget my past to built a better future...

The songs we sing

There isn't anything i love most in my life than my records. Music floats. I listen to the same songs over and over again. I don't think of genres, i don't even know what "sort of music" i like, i just like music.

My biggest frustration is not knowing if i carry any music within me to be able to make any. Sure by listening to it so much i must have something in me...

Dancing to the music is also so instant that it's almost uncontrollable.

Is this a disease? i know if i work hard i can do it but i see so many people, younger than me with so much talent... i keep forgetting i have ever had any talent in me.

I need to get it somewhere. from someone...probably me...

I love this song from charlotte gainsboug. i can listen to it over and over again. the lyrics are so powerful to me it makes me cry.

"And the song that we sing, do they mean anything to the people we're singing them to, people like you"

Going on