maisum.

é só mais um: dia, minuto, texto.

Brandon Boys saves the day, maisum(a) vez. Julho 15, 2009

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“My name is Brandon Boyd. I am a Los Angeles native, a Vegan sympathizer, an artist by day and come nightfall I sing in a band called Incubus. I am suspicious of religion, advertising and know-it-alls. My teeth will one day fall out from overconsumption of licorice. My closest friend on the Earth is a dog from France. I sleep diagonally until I have company, then I sleep lengthwise. I am straight, yet I adore sparkling mineral water. I have a bionic right leg as a result of a freak gardening accident. My right eye goes lazy after about 3am. If you feed me after midnight, I multiply. My name, when translated literally, means ‘Broom-Hill’ which I find horrifyingly exotic. I live in an old building that at one point in the 1900’s was a working brothel. As a result, the ghosts of under paid and over worked prostitutes roam my hallways. So, there is a lingering smell of cheap perfume on the second story of my home after 3am, which might explain my occasional lazy eye. I am allergic to milk and as a result have never had an ice cream party. You may have just heard the sounds of very small violins playing behind that last comment, but don’t feel bad for me; I have sorbet parties at every Equinox and spend about half a day thereafter happily cleaning the ‘sticky’ out of my fingernails. My right knee is named Chet and my left is Garrison. Everything I wear once belonged to someone else with the specific exception of socks and underpants.”

(via a Cegueira.)

Não tem como não adorar incubus com um front-man desse porte. Dos meu favoritos, me faz vibrar!

 

A certain shade of green. Junho 22, 2009

Filed under: arte e mais,what's inside — paulamaria @ 2:31 am
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brandonboyd

In my fantasy, I’m a pantomime
I’ll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean
Words are too messy
And it’s way past time
To end in my mouth

Paint my face white and tried
Reinvent the sea one wave at a time
Speak without my voice
And see the world by candlelight

I ain’t afraid to let it out
I’m not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all

In my fantasy, no such thing as time
Minutes bleed into days, avant garde
Show me your heresies
And I’ll show you mine
We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride

I ain’t afraid to let it out
I’m not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt’

We say more by saying nothing at all

In my fantasy, you look good entwined
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine
You’re my deep secret, I’m your pantomime
I’ll just move my hands I promise you’ll see what I mean

[incubus – pantomine]