Saída pela loucura

Vejo uma pureza aguda e, por isso linda, em ter a oportunidade do contanto com alguém em surto psicótico. Me sinto conectada com aquela pessoa que não está ali. Os rápido flashes de contato com a realidade e o exato momento em que desconectam, quase um mapa do que é possível - no limite do que não é mais. A inaceptabilidade do banal. O banal não conversa com a pessoa que não está ali. A verdade interessa; o carinho - se de fato - ou uma interação presente traz de volta, só um pouquinho, por alguns instantes.
É uma caricatura grotesca de como se vive e de como pode-se viver a vida do jeito que importa.

Way Beyond Empty

If I could I surely would
Child ease your pain
But if I could no longer
Would you still know my name?



If I couldn't drain the tears
That pour from these eyes
Would you turn your back on me
Would you wave goodbye?

Or leave me way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my last day to arive
Way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my end to arrive

If I couldn't be the shoulder
Which your head would rest upon
Would you still be waiting
Or would you be gone?
If I couldn't keep the smile
Forever on your face
Would I still be around
Or would I be replaced?

Way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my last day to arrive
Way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my end to arrive

(And) Would you promise me
Things they'd never change
Could you promise me
That things they'd stay the same?

If I couldn't clear the clouds
From over your head
Would you keep your word to me
Amongst all the things you said?

Or leave me way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my last day to arive
Way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my end to arrive

Crazy

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space

And when you're out there
Without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
probably

And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice

Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you're in control

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably

My Way

And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I've planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, than he has naugth
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way