Cat Girl Tights

I could hardly believe I was hearing your voice at first. It's been such a long time; I was starting to fear the worst. And in your last letter you talked about meeting some strange new men.

Salome (let's Twist Again)

Part punk, part god almighty. Part fuck you, part mister x-ray eyes. I didn't choose to be. Shouting for a living, it happened. Something snapped and I don't know why.

Sad Day

I'll meet you on the other side. In the apple of my eye. Let us paint a scenery. In a color we can see. . Switch the news off, go to sleep. Fight the tears and misery.

Safety Pin Stuck In My Heart

I don't love you for your graveyard eyes. I don't love you for your stupid lies. I just love you for that. Beat-beat-beat-beat-beating. I don't love you for your tattered tie.

Green Grass

Careless

And by the way, I'm sorry for calling you loose. Oh, well, but look who you chose to seduce. OK, well, none of those things I said were true. Now I regret, continuing with the pretence.

Calverry

Out Of Love

As I was searching for some cookies in an empty jar. I realized some days are made to press restart. I wasn't listening you stopped asking. We watched our beauty fade away.

Rubens Has Been Shot!

Oh, Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree. How bent your branches seem to be. Nineteen twenty-one and all's well. Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell.

My Obsession

If you want me to listen whisper. If you want me to run just walk. Wrap your name in lace and leather. I can hear you, you don't need to talk. . Let us make thousand mistakes.

Flying High

I need to tell someone how I am feeling. Moving my silence down. I don't feel no middle end, not a bit, just standing still. It's just this feeling course.

Because I'm Beautiful

And with so many people in the room above. That was the weirdest place that I've ever made love. I was so sure you were trying to impress. That my heart stopped dead when you slipped out.

Rip It Up

Too many crap programs. With too many adverts. Too much matthew engel bullshit. And not enough dirt. Media and programs. All dull and mundane. How to fill up space.

Felicidade

Tristeza no tem fim, felicidade sim. Tristeza no tem fim, felicidade sim.... . A felicidade como a gota. De orvalho numa petala de fl'r. Brilha tranquila depois de leve oscila.

Lovesongs (they Kill Me)

Lovesongs, they kill me. They kill me now. . The curtain's closed, no way home. The nectar of life run dry. These tainted words made to hurt. Cut in me with its' knife.

Barefoot In The Park

That smile on your face as you awake. Oh, it just makes my heart ache. Let's lie all day here in the dark. And watch "barefoot in the park". . And it's because you're so sublime.

Rich Popstars Make Good Socialists

Missionaries up from the South. Have come to put words in our ignorant mouths. Big company muscles flex. And we're all pulled along by the seat of our kecks.

Quiet Sounds

I hear a voice talking to me, but I cant quite understand. And I see faces all around me but theyre blurred at the edges. I see the sights, I hear the sounds.

Esplendor

Caa uma chuva fina. Em forma de confisso. E eu, solido. Sou como a folha de outono. Que sem dono. Navegando chega aqui. . Pra lhe dizer que o abandono.

Reuters (1977)