quarta-feira, 25 de dezembro de 2013


Hunger - música: Miguel Fernandes / letra: João Moita
Since you forsook me
And left me no meal
I’m starving
In a blaze that’s so thin

I can’t dig you, oh no
I can’t mow you, oh no
But I could carry you home

My passion proliferates in oblivion
The masks of hunger tanned by the sun

Supper’s on the table
Whine’s in the jar
When will our guests arrive?
The soup is cooling
Whine melting in
its vapours and its follies

Can you tell
Which one of these belongs to me

Hunger release your mastiffs and your teeth
Hunger, your fasts, your host, your scars,
The cream of slobber feeds the needs

Hunger, your pain, your waves, your whores
Are the masters of my beliefs
Swell is your sin

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