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Up on a hill
as the day dissolves
With my pencil turning moments into life

One by one, all the stars appear
As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, like the night sky

In the million insect storm, the constellations form

On a hill, under a raven sky
I have no idea exactly where I've been
Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away
With every single line moving further out in time

Spinning away, like the night sky
I have no idea exactly where I've been

And here, or there
And here, or there

some kind of spinning away

And here, or there
And here, or there
And here, or there
And here, or there
And here, or there
And here, or there

Sugar Ray - Spinning Away

Ice-age heat wave, can't complain
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand

I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way
Went to the porch to have a thought
Got to the door again, I couldn't stop

You don't know where and you don't know when
But you still got your words and you got your friends
Walk along to another day
Work a little harder, work another way

Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
We'll float on baby would you understand?

The days get shorter and the nights get cold
I like the autumn but this place is getting old
I pack up my belongings and head for the coast
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most

The days get longer and the nights smell green
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave

I like songs about drifters-books about the same
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane
Walked off onto another spot
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want

Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights
Adding their breeze to the summer nights
Outside, water like air was great
I didn't know what I had that day

Walk a little farther to another plan
You said that you did, but you didn't understand

I know that starting over is not what life's about
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth
My thoughts were so loud

Modest Mouse - The World @ large

First Story (Portuguese)

Certa noite, houve uma festa na floresta. Os duendes convidaram anjos imaculados e Santos de dedo espetado, monges cor-de-laranja e sem cabelo, xamãs de olhos revirados, enormes senegaleses de túnicas verdes, fakires de perna cruzada e longos cabelos compridos. Virgens imaculadas com coroas de louro e candeias de azeite, dragões de orelhas pontiagudas, elfos peludos e reis de túnicas púrpura. Vieram gnomos de toda a parte e fadas com varinhas brilhantes que apenas roçavam no chão. Malabaristas chamuscados e um palhaço magricelas com um grande nariz encarnado. Um conjunto de renas trouxe dois seres verdes num trenó de estrelas roxas. Vieram esquimós dos pólos e um índio cor de tijolo; chegaram gémeos siameses presos pela cabeça, montados em capricórnios com caudas de arco-íris, jovens mancebos com patas de cavalo e um bando de homens do Norte, enormes nas suas barbas e elmos cornudos. Traziam o barco aos ombros. Chuveram, de nuvens cinzentas, sereias com longas caudas escamadas e um trote pausado anunciou a chegada mongóis montados em póneis. Do ar, vieram bruxas em vassouras e jovens persas nos seus tapetes. Um encantador de serpentes tocou com a sua flauta toda a noite, embalando na sua dança libelinhas de cristal e um conjunto de gueixas, frágeis como porcelana. Caíu noite sobre a noite, numa sucessão ininterrupta de uma escuridão iluminada pelas labaredas da fogueira monumental à volta da qual todos se reuniam. As altas copas das árvores dançavam densas e abraçadas ao som do festim, em que as conversas se misturaram com a bruma fria da floresta e as canecas transbordaram de cerveja dourada até que o dia não chegou.


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