Badass! A aranha está presa numa granda malha feita com as cordas da guitarra.AFTER THE END OF ART (Lyrics by: João Lobo/Carlos Lobo)
Avant-garde is no more
Story cannot be made
People are waiting for
Something they know will fade
In the expanded field
Now there are points of view
Ago there was a shield
For all I kept you
After the end of art
Don’t mean to say death of art
But narrative makes no sense
There’s no linkable criterion
A poligon of arguments
Your thoughts are so right
That I can’t find the light
But I need to be heard
’Cause I’m willing to trust
Your thoughts are so right
That I can’t find the light
But I need to be heard
‘Cause I’m willing to trust you
After the end of art
No, I don’t know
I don’t care anymore
After the end of art
The grid of Modernism
Cycle that repeats throughout
Time
PAST (Lyrics by: Carlos Lobo/Delfim Miranda/João Lobo)
I wanna see
At night
Your smile by the moonlight
I wanna have
The luck
So one day I could sing it
For you
I know one day you’ll forget
The night
That I’m remembering
The time
That mistery which recalls
A moonlight night
The past was present once
And that should never have happened
Beginning
Actions
Flashback
Time barrier
To forget
Consequences
Misery
Regret
Deception
Thoughts
Hope
Oblivion
I pointed you the moon but you just saw my finger
Is there anyway back from disposition
I’m selfish
Anyone’s happiness is my misery
Either way
I’m imprisoned in time
I feel like I should find
A way to end this process
A way to solve this mess
Healing is so far away
I’m stuck in the past
