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Letras: Harmacy

01. On Fire
02. Prince-S
03. Ocean
04. Nothing Like You
05. Crystal Gypsy
06. Beauty of the Ride
07. Mind Reader
08. Sforzando!
09. Willing to Wait
10. Hillbilly II
11. Zone Doubt
12. Too Pure
13. Worst Thing
14. Love to Fight
15. Perfect Way
16. Can't Give Up
17. Open Ended
18. Weed Against Speed
19. I Smell a Rat

On Fire

My opinion could change today, but I’m responsible anyway
For second or third hand information
That complicates the complication
And I don’t think before I speak
And I don’t know how far my words reach
So wrong nearly every time, that I’m sorry I speak my mind
If what I said was unkind
Now it feels like I’m on fire
It’s burning the world through
But don’t hold it against me, ‘cuz I know you’re lying, too
Is there any need for apology? There’s no reason to believe
Judgments born in my jealous mind, creeping inside outside
Connections I’ve made never follow through
And sooner or later disappoint you
Or cross you twice when your back is turned, that’s how I’ve learned
That someone has got to be burned
Now it feels like I’m on fire, these words are not the truth
But don’t hold it against me, ‘cuz I know you’re lying, too
Feels like I’m on fire, it’s burning the world through
Don’t let me fall without someone to hold on to
Someone to hold to, someone to hold on to


Prince-S

Eleven times a scapegoat
It’s not a hug, but a choke
And you’re not what I’ve been missin’
I’ll be damned before I listen to you
Princess of distress, you’re a princess of distress
Everything you want and nothing that you need
But somehow it all just fits in
I’d climb your mind just to go wishing
I guess there’s no use really ‘cuz
‘Cuz there’s nothing like a real thing
Welling up in my throat
I love you, you must know
There’s not much that needs fixin’
I can’t quit when I’m addicted
I guess there’s no use really ‘cuz
‘Cuz there’s nothing like a real thing
I guess there’s no use really ‘cuz
‘Cuz there’s nothing like a real thing


Ocean

So you think you’re in the middle of the ocean
Stranded on an island of your own
Or stuck in the top of a mountain
Either way you’re gonna say you’re all alone
And I hesitate to say that you’re a liar
I never tell the truth myself
But I tried to chase you down and I got tired
So I’m leaving you to you or someone else
‘Cuz you never wanna hook up in the middle
And I’d meet you there to talk if you would show
But you answer every question with a riddle
And refuse to even choose to let me go
It used to be I’d tell you all my secrets
Giving you the credit you deserve
I guess you didn’t care to lose or keep it
And we never quite connected from the first
And I wish I had a way to make it better
To rearrange the world and make you smile
But it’s dumb to even think I had that power
And we haven’t been that close in a while
And I don’t even wanna try to name it
Explain it for the one who couldn’t care
‘Cuz all that matters is the way you choose to frame it
And I hesitate to say that you’re a liar
I never tell the truth myself
But I tried to chase you down and I got tired
So I’m leaving you to you or someone else
‘Cuz you never wanna hook up in the middle
And I’d meet you there to talk if you would show
But you answer every question with a riddle
And refuse to even choose to let me go


Nothing Like You

If I’m right, sometimes I forget I might
Shallow as the brook out back
Bedtime stories that you can’t take back
Figure how to be a friend to you
God knows I want to
There’s a lot of girls in the world
That are nothing like you
There’s no need to condescend
Not knowing, careful to pretend
Give away your fucked-up friends
Tired news and damaged trends
Figure how to be a friend to you
God knows I want to
There’s a lot of girls in the world
That are nothing like you
If we play your games, won’t have time to play my games
Forget how to be myself, but now I’ve got it figured out
They’re nothing like you (X4)


Crystal Gypsy

Fatal missy, daring you to kiss me
Crystal Gypsy, light my fire
Tonight I die to realize, I bury my shit deep inside
I suck up all you think and I’m thirsty
Convoluted hell run dry
Fatal missy, daring you to kiss me
Crystal Gypsy, light my fire
When it starts to suck and I’m stuck here
Carrying me far away
I just send a wink to the trustee
Check’s in the mail, it’s time to pay
Freeze out, I squeeze out something
To stumble out, stumble down
It’s my kinda highway, really
Convoluted hell run dry


Beauty of the Ride

Never did and never will
It’s just the way it’s always been
I’ve made mistakes before, I’ll make the same again
And all this tension we ignore surely works its ugly way inside
I have known that nothing’s fair, surely what did I expect?
When magic slips into the air and every day’s another test
And all this tension we ignore, it surely works its ugly way outside
So let it build, let it explode
Leaving blood and shattered bone
Or bite your tongue ‘til you’ve forgotten what to say
And take another step back, until you find you’ve walked away
Silence like disease, but I dare not say it hurts
‘Cuz if I honestly react, nothing’s ever gonna work
All this tension back and forth
It’s just the beauty of the ride
It’s just the beauty of the ride
So let it build, let it explode
Leaving blood and shattered bone
Or bite your tongue ‘til you’ve forgotten what to say
And take another step back, until you find you’ve walked away


Mind Reader

Look, baby, I’m not a mind reader
You’re gonna have to tell me so
You’re lookin’ down at your shoes again
Take us down off of a cloud
I’m ridin’ high in the sky
You’d have to tell me so
Look, baby, I ain’t extrasensory
You can’t reach me with your new telepathy
It’s raining down all your blues again
Take us down off of a cloud
I’m ridin’ high in the sky
You’d have to tell me so
I’m not a mind reader (X4)


Sforzando!

[Instrumental]


Willing to Wait

When you see him again
Tell him everything that you told me
Tell him that I’m still your friend
And maybe you would like to see me again
I’m willing to wait my turn to be with you
But I still have a lot to learn about me
And no one’s sure if we should be together
But oh, when I saw you again
A beautiful friend, she opened up her heart and let me in
No, I cannot lie to you
I’m still in love with you, and I only wanna be with you
So when you see him again
Tell him everything that you told me
We’re more than friends and maybe we should start again
Maybe you could love me again
‘Cuz oh, when I saw you again
A beautiful friend, she opened up her heart and let me in
No, I cannot lie to you
I’m still in love with you, and I only wanna be with you
I only wanna be with


Hillbilly II

[Instrumental]


Zone Doubt

Zone doubt, born to be alone
Save the sermonette, there’s no one home
I ascend to make amends I think I know
I was beggin’ the police to let you go
But I can’t stop the clock
Passed out to take in, let the unconcern begin
Tell your suspicious dreams to the wrong guy
Volunteer your beer to the blue sky
Out of my mind, half of the time, confused
All my patience are abused and everybody knows
They found you on the floor in an ashtray by the door
At your hotel, an infidel with e.s.p., a blind man
Out of my mind, half of the time, abused
All the patience are amused
And everybody knows


Too Pure

Is something missing in my touch, a tension tugging at my smile?
If there’s a right thing to say, I’m sure I missed it by a mile
Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood
I wanna hold you close, but I can’t lift my arms up
Is there a reason for this distance?
More than the drug that floats my days
A nervous bug in my system, it keeps me edgy and ashamed
I’ve got a saint, never ever will forgive
That never understood me but still tells me how to live
It fits when I stretch and I stretch because I can
I stretch until I’m sore and then I open up for more
I do it out of habit, not addiction
And if I give it up, clean out my blood
Will I still feel bored and disconnected?
If I do it all for love, will I ever give enough?
‘Cuz you can never be too pure or too connected
You can never be too pure or too connected
You can never be too pure


Worst Thing

I’ll have to think about it, it’s what she said to me
I’ll have to think about it, all the time in the world to be
When I sleep I dream about it
I chew it when I eat
After something I can’t explain
The court’s adjourned in the big debate
The way you are, that’s the worst thing you could do
Don’t you know that’s the worst thing?
Fantasyland
Come dig my art, I’m just rehearsing
I’ll have to think about it, it’s what she said to me
When you leave behind all the guts it takes
Who will you be?
The way you are, that’s the worst thing you could do
Don’t you know that’s the worst thing?


Love to Fight

I love sleeping, I love eating
When it’s boring, I love to fight
Anger, confusion, illusion, bullshit
Charmed the woman, drank the whisky
Just made history
Bullshit
I love you now


Perfect Way

Ankle-deep in your personal concerns
Love it or leave it, it’s all the same
Find that perfect way to keep you happy
Change the past if you can find it
Get someone to help you out
Find that perfect way to keep you angry
The point that’s pointed dull
The edge that doesn’t cut anymore
Halfway up that wall
But there’s another right around the corner
Drive a wedge, put your weight behind it
Get someone to help you out
Find that perfect way to keep you busy
The point that’s pointed dull
The edge that doesn’t cut anymore
Halfway up that wall
But there’s another right around the corner
You’ve got anger in your eyes, I don’t buy it
And if you’re holdin’ I’ll shake you down
Share that perfect way to keep me happy
Share that perfect way to keep me happy


Can't Give Up

I don’t know how to sleep, I forgot how to eat
But I hail to the command
I took my only chance
All I ever wanted is just to know what’s up
But when I try to fake it, I always fuck it up
The basement is haunted, my heart palpitates
I’m worried about something, my voodoo of the day
It should be easy, but it’s hard to give it up
The way it used to be was just not happening enough
Crocodile tears, six-packs of beer
Denying, undenying
But no one knows I’m here (X3)


Open Ended

Here’s an open-ended threat, subject to interpretation
But I don’t wanna fight just yet, I wanted to see what would happen
And maybe I don’t know my place, still thinking like a child
Only trying to shake this shadow, squinting through a broken window
Know who deserves it, who got there first
Who lied about it and made things worse
See, it don’t matter I’ve only begun to confuse you
It’s what I do
Here’s an open-ended threat to tip the balance we’ve been riding
With all this talk of honesty, I look and see who’s really hiding
Know who deserves it, who got there first
Who lied about it and made things worse
See, it don’t matter I’ve only begun to confuse you
It’s what I do
You deserve it, you got there first
I didn’t make it and that’s still hurts
I could be floating or ready to explode
If I don’t show, no one knows


Weed Against Speed

[Instrumental]


I Smell a Rat

Five years wading in the pool
With more rules than a Sunday school
Woke up, took a shower
Now I’ve got soul power
I smell a rat
I smell a rat
I know I smell a rat, baby
Got a ride on the midnight train
To the beauty of the brain
I got drunk, on love
Got stuck in the mud
I smell a rat
I smell a rat
I know I smell a rat, baby
I smell a rat
I smell a rat
Plant the garden on the wall
Paint the ceiling on the floor
Sit back, relax, breathe deep
I smell a rat (X8)
I smell a rat, rat, rat, rat