You and I.

Oh baby, I don't wanna know where you you've been lying down
Baby, my heart is empty again
Love is blindness
In a park car, in a crowded street, where you see you love half completed
Baby all the secrets and no one to tell
take the money, honey
Love is drowning
In a deep well
baby I still have those dreams, when we had each other
we looked so perfect holding you in my arms
where did the care goes baby
in that black night
I felt so cold
I got a shot in my chest
and I died alone
blow up the candle
Like our last kiss it was perfect
But we were nervous on the surface
It almost make sense
That's why you and I ended over
you and I
And I said that's fine
But you’re the only one that knows I lied
Because if I was gonna go somewhere
I'd be there by now
I keep my feet on the ground
And keep looking around to make sure I'm not the only one to feel low
I just had to be sure
Love is blindness....

Andre sant, inpired by U2.

Skin and Bones!

I'm not more than bones, muscles tonight
Empty...but not sad, just uncertain...
I have lots of days and photographies
lots of books to study
Lots of things to do
My eyes are on fire
this house at peace
Slowly voices, low whispers
The angels they surround me
They dont let me down
They dont let me sleep
Shining moon in a clean floor
Silk in dreams
I don't feel anything than peace
I don't see anything else than my future
I know exactly where I'm going and that sounds strange for me
I was addicted in pain but now I'm healed
Angels on silk
I wanted to go back, but I just can't
Because the rock that did hurt me is the rock that holds my construction now
they say a focused man is like a focused Lion
But I will always know life is much more than that
Life is ironic, is intense but it is fair...

Andre Sant.

Seeing Angels!

When hurting becomes normal!
Sometimes it hurts and it can be every day
That's the medicine of the great father
Looking in the mirror, so many debts to rescue
From The distant lands of all of those that maybe one day I made suffering
now suffering inside me too
Healing my soul
An ocean without water
I Accept the pain for now
But without giving up myself
The smile shines beyond
Hope gives birth to new paths
Where my weary feet tread
If I could rescue all at once
But the burden so heavy
Amid the storm I lift my hands to the sky
Angels of light descend from heaven
Filled with love and dedication
Creating a egregore of light around me
And taking away every imperfection
And all the darkness
Drowning me in forgiveness, forgive me,
ho! siblings
and for a moment I have the peace I don't deserve.

Andre Sant.

Don't let me down!

Day's ending
I've been trying but
I'm tired of trying to find you
You said we would come back to earth together
and I can't find you
Going to bed alone
Waking up alone
writing my love songs
Praying for better days
I've been looking for you
past relationships
Past people
Past Places
I've been hurting people
and getting hurt
that's not good
I need to hold you tight
and we'll be all right
Sorry if I look melancholy I know I do
but there is no name on the credit
so you know when I write I'm true
I know you are out there somewhere
and I don't know where else to look at
so tell me where
Now I'm in the control of my life
This is the start of something beautiful
this is the start of something new
I can't wait anymore
I'm waiting for you
You are the beggining of something new

Andre Sant.

James Morrison Lyrics!

Then I woke up and James Morrison was singing It's too late and the last goodbye, what else could I say?...
I can`t say anything, it says everything!

"It's Too Late"
by James Morrison.

I stayed in bed all mornin' just to pass the time
There's somethin' wrong here, there can be no denyin'
One of us is changin', or maybe we just stopped tryin'.

And it's too late baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it, oh no no no no.

It used to be so easy livin' here with you
You were light and breezy and I knew just what to do
Now you look so unhappy and I feel like a fool.
And it's too late baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it, oh no no.

Do do do do do do do do do do.

There'll be good times again for me and you
But we just can't stay together, don't'cha feel it too?
Still I'm glad for what we had, and how I once loved you.

But it's too late baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it
Oh, no no no no no.

It's too late, baby
It's too late, now darlin'
It's too late



"The Last Goodbye"
by James Morrison.

I don't believe you
And I never will
Oh I can't live by your side
With the lies you've tried to instill
I can't take anymore
I dont have to give you a reason
For leaving this time
Coz this is my last goodbye

It's like I hardly know you
But maybe I never did
It's like every emotion you showed me
You kept well hid
And every true word that you ever spoke
Was really deceiving
Now I'm leaving this time
Coz this is my last goodbye

I've gotta turn and walk away
I don't have anything left to say
I haven't already said before
I've grown tired of being used
And I'm sick and tired of being accused
Now I'm walking away from you
And I'm not coming back

Kiss Me

Dream sky in this dark night
feels so good
castle of wishes the wind blows
let it be love
do you wanna be loved?
Is this your little sand castle?
the wind blows
taking everything away
has One more day passed?
he Still loves you
The memory still lives in that beach's
sad sand
You look lonely baby
and I'm cold
Let it be love...
I'm waking up
The beach fade away
You are a memory, a lost dream
The sun is rising taking the death away
or maybe I'm dreaming now
So just let it be love
I need to love you...

Andre Sant.

I'm in peace to begin again!

Tomorrow starts a new path, a new step in my life.
If I regret about the choices I made in the past?
Definitely not, everything has a purpose...
Sometimes you need to struggle to see life with open eyes.
cause we live on blindness, with our spiritual eyes very closed...
We forgot that we are spirits locked inside this beautiful and functional body to evolve, to learn, to forgive, to love...
I was born as a musician, I remember playing football with my cousins and always wanting to finish the match early to have time to stick on the acoustic guitar, I remember learning by myself all the songs I liked...
So that's the way I am, that's a gift from other lifes, past lifes, from the great God...and I know I will die as a musician, writing songs, lyrics, texts...
If it is a gift I don't need to sacrifice my existence because of it, I will never lose it, even after death...
I understood that there are more about life, life is about experience, evolving... right?
So I need more into it than repeating what I already know...Life is much more than that, I want to help people, I want to learn with them, life is much more than luxury, we know that life can't be about our shallow desires, life is much more than that, we feel there is a divine purpose on it...
Maybe you will only realise that when you are very old and when you need things that money can't buy, when you realise that you missed the opportunity to be a better human being.
I'm glad I realised that now, I'm glad I'm accepting my mission, I'm glad that tomorrow I'll give ths first step to be a dentist!
The child grows, the man gets older, then flourishes understanding, and when understanding is mature it becomes love, then when it becomes love the sad past disappears ashamed of himself.
I love you all.

Andre Sant.
Namaste.

Happy Valentine's Day!

whisper

we can only gain what we deserve
we can only lose what does not belong to us...

"Ong Namo"

I Don't want to write today, let the song take us a bit higher....

Snatam Kaur sings;
The rain is pouring down, like all the souls you send here, coming to this earth to find healing. Mother earth takes in the rain like your heart takes my voice. Let us free each other, with our prayers, with our voice. And I’m coming home.
Ong Namo (words given by Yogi Bhajan)
I bow to the subtle Divine Wisdom.
Guru Dev Namo. I bow to the Divine teacher within.
Oh my Beloved, Kindness of the heart. Breath of life, I bow to you. Divine teacher, beloved friend. I bow to you again and again.
Lotus sitting on the water, Beyond time and space, This is your way, this is your grace.

(From Snatam Kaur Live)

2013 rising.....

I remember thinking last year would never end.
I remember thinking i wouldn't see past it, too.
Some crazy story about how I would die at 26 like the rest.
Stupid, right? Wanting the martyred story.

A couple of years I was far away for NYE.
Not the whole night. I was driving to Worth's house when the clock walked over.
Playing piano with old friends with a fire into the new year.
Slept in the old van and woke hung over and sad.
Took a long walk in the park that morning.
Had a bit of a tear come that morning.
Was three weeks home for the first time in years for the holidays.
First since pops had passed in October and mama was sad.
I was distraught over the finale of a couple months relationship with...
So, mom and I could be sad together for our losses.
It was then I finished Hope - a song that will forever hold in my heart as being another transitional point in my life where I realized I had taken for granted something so good to me and had gone and done it wrong.
And yet, it was all perfect and meant to be. Because then I met Nia.
And isn't it funny when you learn the hardest lessons and you think things couldn't get more humiliating or harder - then the elements arrive and spirit kicks you in the teeth and you awake from the nightmare only to realize reality is just the same and you better get your boots on because it's either ride hard or die trying this year, baby.
i took all those vows under Sp moonlight upon arrival to SP january 7th.
i remember standing in the park still tripping on L that i took on the flight over and holding that little piece of leather i was gonna tie on my wrist post taking vows to the full moon about how i would change this year and never be the same and crying and tripping and throwing the disc for koda and then ..... and her new man drove by and did a double take of me alone in the park with koda with my fist to the moonlight hahahaha i must have looked so funny. i laughed i remember at how ironic that moment was.

and then everything changed.
just like i heard it would.
and this year has been about clarity and fearlessness.

flash forward to now.
back in the jungle
found a little villa house for chase and i tonight.
last three days in here.
the franti show at the celebration was interesting.
we played really well with bali sit-ins pato on bass and Kris on drums.
big moon. big smiles.
feeling so calm.
heart sick for my lil panther cat in heaven.
the koda bear of my life.
the songs of change.
the new economy coming.

we are on the rocket ship.
everything that has happened to me thus far in my life has been so organic.
that will never change. the rawness. the honesty. the truth.

and now.
the stories are coming.
from summer adventures.
fall struggles to understand.
winter's heart opening to falling in love with purpose.
new year is now for to carry the water and offer fresh air.
this year is about carrying the torch and executing the mission.
dosing the masses and healing my internal struggle.
finding perfect peace among chaos
letting go of the weight of the world.
instead bearing witness to the healing.
i didn't think i would fall in love in 2012.
love is patient. love is kind.

here's to finding the magic in the mystery.

oso besos.

Tantra, Maithuna!

I wish I had a open-minded partner to practice the act of Maithuna, The tantra sex, with respect and Love.
This is a sacred act that leads us to Heaven, sex without taboos, self, wisdom and Knowledge.
If want to know more google it.

Happy new cycle People!

You've done it :), Happy new cycle, So I leave you with this beatiful music hoping that you are awake too and that you can feel the love and the new energy.
Life feeds on love.

I'm going to be doing this very soon...

"Dentistry is a profession that requires of those who devote themselves to it, the aesthetic sense of the artist, the manual dexterity of the surgeon, the medical scientific knowledge, and the patience of a monk."

I LOVED IT...3 OPEN MIND GUYS TALKING IS ALWAYS AWESOME TO WATCH!!

I can feel it from here, I'm sorry...

Jim Doesn't love you!

why would I care about someone selfish like you?
I woke up with a smile every morning to be your man, to show my huge care for you through little things like making your breakfast, to say how beautiful you were to me.
I held your hand so many times to say that I was there and i would always be.
I supported you when you needed it.
I spent my money with you without selfishness.
I truly loved you.
But I'm done with you.
You are dead inside me.
Your words and smile are shallow as my skin.
Can you feel it?
Time is king, no blindness anymore.
So sad that I was always right about you.
I will be there for you if you need a friend or anything, like I promised you, but I will never love you again as a man.
I don't need you, you never gave me anything because you are empty inside.
I always had everything, with you I always felt that I had nothing.

Ps: Jim.

The Pot !!!!

Who are you to wave your finger?
Ya' must have been out your head.
Eye hole deep in muddy waters.
You practically raised the dead.

Rob the grave, to snow the cradle.
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox, house of cards, and glass,
So don't go tossin' your stones around.

You must have been high.
You must have been high.
You must have been.

Foot in mouth, and head up asshole.
Whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out, boy!

You must have been, so high.
You must have been, so high.

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.
kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent.

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your...EYE!

When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must have been HIGH, HIGH
You must have been HIGH, HIGH

Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Fuckin' hypocrite.

Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me.
What's the difference?

kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.

NOW!!
You'll weep or, change the cozened indigo.
Got lemon juice up in your high eye.
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You musta been!

So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?
You must, have been, out your, mind!

Weepin' shades of indigo
Shed without a reason
Weepin' shades of indigo

Liar, lawyer,
Mirror for ya,
What's the difference?
kangaroo be stoned
He's guilty as the government

NOW!!
Will you weep or, change the cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your, EYE!!
EYE!!

Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.
You musta been HIGH, HIGH, HIGH, HIGH.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Your balls deep in muddy waters.
Ganja, please, you must have been out your MIND!!!!

(Adam Jones has confirmed that the title refers to hypocrisy)
By:TOOL

It doesn't really matter to me...

Finally you realised...
You've killed the past and future...
Now you did let it go, good job, I'm proud of you...
Thanks for the coffee :)
Good luck!

Sharing something...

Hi readers, I want to share something with you all, lots of you come here to read the things I write, real histories, Abstract ones, and all those things.
These last months have been awesome to me, after going through some gray days far from home, bullshit people, bullshit relationships, bullshit jobs...
After all of this, then I've decided fly home and everything started working out for me...I just can't complain about anything but, that's what I want to share with you, every single decision you make in your life is important, because you are God, a co-creator being, God this beautiful energy,he resides inside you, He is not separate from you, He is you.
Despite everything is good and getting better and better for me, everyday I walk inside a room where I see one of the persons I love then most, lying in a bed, She is very sick, She almost can not eat, sometimes She loses her lucidity, sometimes I think if She dies I die too, and I ask myself why she keeps praying? she doesn't have strength to stand up, to eat, but she keeps praying and every time I bring a glass of water or food, She says very smoothly - Thank you son.
I made this very long, long path, to see her consuming herself in a bed, that hurts me, a lot.
Whatever happens in these next months ahead, I'm ready, because the love She taught me...it is big than everything in life.
But I want to tell you all, trust in yourself, in the light inside you, so you can make the right decisions, Love today, cause tomorrow they can be away...

I love you very much, thanks for everything...

Andre Sant.

After the dark, Illusion, New Life!

Then He closed his eyes...
The travel in the dark how I called it
He didn't know what to expect
The timing has passed so fast He thought
ticking heavily the clock in his mind
Would they remember my face?
Would God still talk to me?
Am I still able to love those who love me?
Am I giving up? Would I beg for a crash, my death...
Then that bright light to wich I go, over the large sea, I realised she was guiding me...
She told me, - I'm your guide, I've been guiding you, I'm breaking the rocks from your way, and I'll give you a new path, it will seems to be the same, the old, but Son, it is a new path...I know when you cry, I can hear your prayers Son, you trusted me, now I can talk to you and show you my love...
Then from that distant windy land, He began to love again, every little piece of sand, the leaves from the trees...
- I will make you love yours again, and everyone against you, they will fall...Then you will know I've been watching you, I'm your master and I love you...
No more fear, no more tears, life starts again because He knows he is not alone, He had never been...

Andre Sant.

Looking towards the sun!

I'm returning to the land of my Birth
Land of wolfs, where the stronger are innocents
I've experienced the lie, now innocence wants to laugh
Where my courage sleeps to hide...
Where naked souls, they dance on the moon light
that's my returning sweet child
Where many die by the sword
I proved flesh
Now I need love.

Andre Sant
London
03/10/12

Every time I fall

The night tells me a thousand stories
watching the pacific from the side lines
looking for signs in the night sky
where is the love in the city lights?
where is the love in your appetite?
Wishing that I wasn't such a nice guy
wonder what it means to die
I know there is a meaning for it all
The ocean comes to me like a drunk man
I got my verses in a paper hand
Where is god in the genocide?
where are you in my broken heart?
Everything seems to fall apart
The stars moving in a noisy silence
Let the pacific lies
Being upper your appetite
Every bless come with a sad course
A little resurrection every time I fall
Telling me we are emptiness, bones and water
You got your babies and your hearses
I got my verses
a stone
I'm a soul.

Andre sant.

Today!

Have you ever seen a blind man crossing the road trying to get the other side?
Have you ever heard the soft music from the birds climbing the morning trees?
A zero...
An empty space...
Eyes closed...
Such a gift...
the present moment...
it feels great to be alive!

Andre Sant.

Tonight...

So much lack of us tonight
I performed 2 days alone in my guitar today
I tried to improve my english
Verb Hurt
I hurt
You hurt
We hurt
Hurting is not having a friend anymore
Hurting is you forgetting so easily
Light up baby
I have two cups
Black coffe no sugar
All the money and time from the world
but not a friend anymore
why we tell fake historys to ourselves?
Light up baby for me...
I won't cry
Cause I have castles in the sky
ferrarri on the street
but so much lack of myself
I have so many trophy in my shelf
Now one more
They are forgotten happy moments
They transformed your little heart in a big avenue
but you can't reach in there anymore
the same way that i can't reach the castles...

By: Andre Sant.

After...

After

many years dreaming,

making so many plans

A future for us

After

so many disappointments,

We abandoned each other like so many couples

I want you to be happy

I will be happy too

After

passing nights awake

Waiting for nothing

Draging me down on the floor

in vain

You gave me your back

Didn't give me the answers

I needed to listen

I want you to be better

I will be better also

We both

We've had moments

But our time has passed

We can not deny

It was good

We've done stories

To stay in memory

And join us

I want you to live without me

I'll live without you also

After

we accepting the facts

I'll trade your portraits for someone else

Honey

Let's have freedom

To love a lot

Without betraying anyone else

I want you to be happy

I will be happy too

after

Song By: Marisa Monte (depois)

Who are you?

Have you ever thought who are you? Some things you don't regret some things you DO regret! Who am I? Am I blessed or cursed? Am I a millionaire? you have been in all the places you want to be, you enjoyed all the pleasures, while some are hungry, you are in a VIP cruise cabin travelling on the Red sea, Atlantic sea, having sex with the most gorgeous girl from the ship, dating top model girls, recording video clip with a famous band you were obsessed with, having a movie director driving you to the hotel...seeing everything you want being given to you so easily... Working with famous people, you don't tell everything to everyone, if they knew, if they knew...I was supposed to be inside the car that my loved cousin died in... being a sensitive freak, knowing more, seeing more, oh ignorance is a bless trust me... How many times feeling guilty for having fun...is just fun...No it is indirect suicidal... You can be writer, dentist, musician, seller haha, seller...the best lover, destroying marriages, when you know so much about the other side and the consequences... Today you too know a lot, because I'm naked...the genius is out... Ava loved me, I never knew how much she knew about me and how much she ignored...She used to think that I'm just a great guy, faithful, a hard worker with an artist soul, Ava so innocent, like the other women, even when they think they are smarts they are still innocents, you can bring a bitch or a saint to your bed in the same way but she was right about one thing between all the women She was the only one I made love with and I loved deep inside... Before the day starts and I start to pretend that I'm like them and have a normal life, well, then forget you have read this because I will lie again...and I'm tired of lies, they kill you inside, slowly, smiling and looking inside your eyes while you are hurting. You were saint and prostitute in my bed and I lied to you. Tonight I'm in this room, not in the hotels, but in this room that I'll leave in a couple of months to travel again, keep searching, keep going ahead, like a hungry lion searching for food in new lands...I can hear the rain in the roof If I'm an evil with all the luck, I just don't really care, I never did...so I lied to you, and if you say that now you know me you lied too Because I'm everything I want to be and everything I didn't want to... I'm something you can't describe, a drug that you will prove again and call yourself crazy for doing this...then I'm an essential EVIL!

By: Andre Sant.

He knew it!

Monday 23 April, 22:58

Yesterday Jesus on his knees washed juda's feet, as a humble servant, with love and dedication, Today Judas betrayed Him with a kiss... My soul no longer rests in your lies! God bless us all.

Andre Sant.

Abstraction of love

My love before love is respect.
My love is sincere and she is touched when she gets a message from me, she feels happy about receiving it.
My love share her daily life with me every day, because She knows I care...She is not selfish.
She always have time to be with me, even in busy days because she knows i'm with her...
She loves the animals because they don't lie...so neither her.
My love respects me because I respect my love
My love never call me lame for writing poetry but she respects me for the artist I am.
She knows the soul I have and she is not surprised when I prefer read a spiritual book than superficial magazines.
She doesn't have anything to hide from me so neither I from her...
But we surprise each other everyday because even respecting each other's spaces we keep our lifes shared.
My love she is never thirsty about sex, because we make love, making love is like drinking water from a peaceful lake, makes you calm, you kill the thirsty, having sex is like drinking salt water from the ocean, always thirsty, looking for the new when the new gets old and tired again...
My love She is pure and she can achieve everything she wants, because no evil can stand on her purity...
My love never calls herself good as she knows daily life is a school for imperfect people
My love is not ashamed by talking about god because she prays every morning and every night with faith not hypocrisy...
My love she sees good in everything but she respects me in every action.
I asked my love which kind of ring she wants, she said why having a ring when I have your love...
The night was made for caring and trust.
And darling, God made this night for us.
Your eyes sparkling like diamonds so white.
I love you darling with all my might.
Sometimes I think my love doesn't exist!

Andre Sant.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bmlvVwOdn4

Meu amor antes de amor é o respeito.
Meu amor é sincero e ela e ela é tocada quando recebe uma mensagem minha, ela se sente feliz por recebê-la.
Meu amor compartilha seu cotidiano comigo todos os dias, porque ela sabe que eu me importo ... Ela não é egoísta.
Ela sempre tem tempo para estar comigo, mesmo em dias movimentados, pois ela sabe que eu estou com ela ...
Ela ama os animais, porque eles não mentem ... por isso nem ela o faz.
Meu amor me respeita porque eu respeito o meu amor
Meu amor nunca me chama de careta por escrever poesia, mas ela me respeita pelo artista que sou.
Ela conhece a alma que eu tenho e ela não se surpreende quando eu prefiro ler um livro espiritual do que revistas superficiais.
Ela não tem nada a esconder de mim, então nem eu com ela ...
Mas nós nos surpreendermos todos os dias, um ao outro, porque, mesmo respeitando cada um os seus espaços, mantemos nossas vidas compartilhadas.
Meu amor, ela nunca está com sede de sexo, porque nós fazemos amor, fazer amor é como beber água de um lago sereno, te acalma, você mata a sede, o sexo é como beber água salgada do oceano, sempre com sede, procurando o novo, quando o novo fica velho e cansado de novo ...
Meu amor Ela é pura e ela pode conseguir tudo o que ela quer, porque o mal não pode estar em sua pureza ...
Meu amor nunca se chama boa como ela sabe que a vida diária é uma escola para pessoas imperfeitas
Meu amor não sente vergonha falando sobre Deus, porque ela reza todas as manhãs e todas as noites com a fé não com hipocrisia ...
Meu amor, ela vê o bem em tudo, mas ela me respeita em cada ação sua.
Perguntei ao meu amor, que tipo de anel que ela queria, ela disse por que ter um anel quando eu tenho seu amor ...
A noite foi feita para o cuidado e confiança.
E querida, Deus fez esta noite para nós.
Seus olhos brilhavam como diamantes tão brancos.
Eu te amo querida com toda a minha força.
Às vezes acho que meu amor não existe!

Andre sant

Finding the garden...

Someone suggested to me, go to the garden, you may find that you are not alone but you still have yourself.
It was not luxury or excess of any nature, which caused so bright the wonderful picture.
It was the natural expression of all, confused simplicity with beauty, pure art and life without artifice.
No waste of divine simplicity, large trees, beautiful indoor trim, bright and welcoming.
Not only the couple took affectionate flowery roads, groups of ladies and gentlemen entertained in animated conversation, valuable and constructive.
I felt ashamed for letting me in my insignificant solitude, I experienced the silent message of sympathy in the eyes of those who confronted me, was not alone anymore, perhaps lost in low thoughts.
So that simple bench where I sat I could see that those who truly love they are never alone.
But that is easier to get lost in the empty night to wait for another day, so I left the garden and got lost alone in the dark night again.
And then I woke up and you were not here anymore ...
Only the perfume of your presence!

Andre Sant.

Love of mine...

Have you seen those people walking down the street, coming and going,
watches running late, polished shoes, empty hearts, at the end of the day spending time at the bar feeling lonely, faking the heart with a laughter...
Today you feel you are not the same anymore
A shoe that the world doesn't fit anymore
Have you seen the leaves falling from the trees
They are dead, they couldn't survive the cold, cause the beauty of cold is grey, and from the grey they can't survive...
They need a new season to bloom again, bloom in color and life...
Have you seen the love gone away,
Love of mine, I'll meet you next spring...

Andre Sant

Today

Today I feel that the sun keeps shining and life goes well
In a naked wall I have the questions, so many whys...
Today I feel that from her shadow nothing remains
Today I feel that her eyes are bright and blue
today I feel that her kiss seems to be soft and smooth
Today I feel that she loves me with lies
today I feel that Life is a carousel, spinning truths, lies, giving back truths, lies...
Today I feel that those who you deposit your trusts will be those to let you down
Cause trust is a word that you can't trust.
Today I feel that worth keep being faithful and honest but makes you feel lonely...
Today I feel that I can't feel...

Life

Already thought everything dissolves into a kiss
And we realize that we are a wasted hug
a dead end
lack of poetry
The short life
Positivism and pessimism
the longing and misery
wealth and stupidity
loneliness and joy
freedom and happiness
defects and successes
Love and the lack of it
smile we are a new day
The laugh it adds the curve to your face
driving the clouds away...

Hahaha...I put my feet on the floor, this morning a great thing is bringing. I can close my eyes and feel all the good things that are coming into my life, I can breath and clear space for the new things, all good!

No sunshine.

This strong wind won't take this gray clouds away
This strong wind won't bring back the sun again
You know, is just the way it seems to me
Do you know any safe place? I'll be there if you insist
Two pieces of wings holding our sins, is not safe enough
Life stops beating, is just silence in the vast empty room
You don't do like I do, the king doesn't know what is hapiness
Driving safe on the wrong way road, no proud, no doubt, loneliness...
As you keep your straight way, there will be days, there will be nights
Just a face in the crowd, or a dead street without lights
This is what it is all about, no sunshine.


BY: Andre Sant.

who run the show???

I found this post from Jasin todd, 2008, when he was fired of shinedown by the manager, I always think about to find the right people to play with me, cause if you are a real musician, if you want this shit to your life, like I want, you need to be careful, behind a band there are lifes, dreams....

2008.
“lies, all lies. there is no shinedown without me. loyalty doesn’t exist, rememeber a guy named Brad Stewart? They run the show, no, not the band. The truth is i had my ass beat by 6 cops in Jax Beach, Fl. Test proved no alchole or drugs were in system. All charges were dropped. I’ve been sober for 3 months now. The deal was sixty days in rehab- completed, then all would be back on. Ask about what half the songs are about? This was my life and i always left it on t he stage. Nothing illegal was done, wrong place at the wrong time. Think about it. Do you care if they take it all from us….my blood will be on their hands. ——— ask Mr. Nick how he got the job for Perry’s band. Ask Zack who supported him, the only guy that supported him–ever? Me. And all you know how i feel about Brent. Barry will leave next. MY BEAR. I love you, but looks like you laid down too. Maybe i’m wrong. Now their gonna give 7 years of our work/my work, to some new people. He should just call it a solo “brent smith” album, cause it’s no Shinedown album. Cause their is no more Shinedown, no more Jasin Todd, BRad Stewart.. I love u all, please remember that.I bet money it was just another little plan, he didn’t write it, bet i know who did…sorry everyone, this is really hard, through this whole thing, i gave it my everything,as you {OUR FANS] know. This is the stake that killed the beast. Never EVER trust anyone with your life. it’ll get ya devorsed/you might lose someone you actually care about-pass away-not even a “IM SORRY”.From anyone but my parents. Atlantic, i guess didn;t care. you have bandmates that could care less, even after spending time and living through the unthinkable. I was always doing for others first. Enough, post your bullshit comments,this and that and such, about im whatever,. no longer matters, Brent, my “brother” made this choice. gave all i had. MY Blood IS on Their Hands. THink, do real bands like the chilli peppers treat their family like this? Not a chance. They have souls and take care of their friends WHEN THEY’RE GOING THROUGH HELL’ Ask how many shows people in our label and mang, have seen in 7 fucking years? U couldn’t count ‘em on yer hands. So how would they know anything about me on stage ?no not my lovely locals…Pigs eat the rotten!!! Now u guys can wait for them to spew more baulderdash. I care deerly for you all, you made playing live everything, hope you gottcha a lil bit., hope all yer dreams come true, but, never trust anyone. play because it calls to you. Goodbye cruel world, Melody and Brent have let this world kill me. See ya around old friends. They’ll try to delete this, hope you get a chance to read.”
“Jasin O’Neil TODD PHLAX yes this is me they gave me everything and slit it out from me. Damn them, if Buffalo Smith wanted in me in OUR band, all he has 2 do is say it. All i got were texts. cant even pick up the tele, says sumthin about a persons heart.i just found all this out, so sorry for all of you that stood by the real Shinedown. Peace. Jasin O’neil Todd. Sweet dreams. See ya Bonnie, Clyde’s a Comin. Happy b-day my LEXXXI, see yoou soon, we’ll get all these bastards in heaven. How that for my “So called actions” thought this was a real rock band, not sume band that lays down and gets rolled. fuck it all.”

MOON LIGHT...

UMA CRIANCA NASCEU, UM HOMEM COM RAIVA.
UM AMIGO MUDO, UM TELEFONEMA BREVE.
OS PASSOS NO CHAO, AS CONVERSAS DEMASIADAS, O RISO SARCASTA.
NAO CHORE ESTA NOITE QUERIDA.
ESTA TUDO TAO INTENSO NESTE MOMENTO, E TAO INESPERADO TAMBEM.
PODE SER BREVE, E BREVE COMO EH, BREVE VAI-SE, E QUANDO SE VAI, PERDE-SE.
TUDO FORA DE CONTROLE...
EU PAREI PRA PENSAR, UM SUSPIRO SUCEDEU-SE, REZE E GRITE, COMO OS LOUCOS, COMO OS LOBOS, SAUDOSOS, EMBALAM A CERIMONIA.
ALGUEM ENTENDE, DOIS PASSOS, ESCRITURAS E VAMOS FUNDO, TAO FUNDO, TENDE SER RESPEITADO.
ALTO DE MAIS AGORA, TAO ALTO QUE POSSO SENTIR O CEU.
TAO ALTO.
TAO ALTO QUE POSSO VER QUE NAO HA CEU.


ANDRE SANT.

Sides...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Na noite, cerrada, camuflada na dor...
Breve que somos, deixamos a enganar...
O sol que não aquece, o dia sem cor...
Uma garganta vazia, um oco sem amor...
Um carinho, um sozinho...
Egoístas a chorar...
E os loucos a pintar em paredes nuas...
Retratos falados, das sombras imaculadas, sinceras e obscuras...
E caminho do amor e um caminho de dor...
E O caminho da dor e um caminho sem cor...
Eles possuem o respirar e o sufocar...
Eu apenas tenho a noite a sonhar.

andre Sant.

My way...

Pode me chamar do que quiser.
Eu continuo tentando o melhor.
E o melhor pra você, pra mim é pouco.
é tudo que posso dizer, então faco meu caminho.
Você não sabe como é viver na estrada.
E de todas as loucuras, a maior foi colocar a minha vida
num suitcase.
De casa em casa, hotel em hotel.
Vivendo como um cigano.
Talvez essa fosse a maneira que deveria ser.
Deixei as chaves em cima da mesa.
Eu sei que nada é pra sempre.
Pode me chamar de insano, e o que mais quiser.
Eu só não quero que ninguém se machuque.
Tudo que tenho é meu caminho, e sempre foi tudo o que quis ter.
Eu mudei dentro pra você amar por fora.
Eu disse adeus pela ultima vez.
Eu estou na estrada, faz frio, entao perdi o medo da escuridão, quando aprendi a observar o brilho das estrelas que iluminam o meu caminho.
Você é tão pouco e eu tão breve!

Andre Sant.

Mais um 8 de julho!

8 de julho e aniversario do meu primo que faleceu num acidente de carro.
Eu não acordei pensando na tragedia, nem tinha intenção de ficar triste como sempre fico nessa data, estava de folga, teve um pouco de sol hoje em Londres, peguei o ônibus fui pra tottenham court road, na rua dos instrumentos musicais, adoro aquele lugar...
Mas a sensação que tive e que hoje ele veio falar comigo, e eu senti uma tristeza que ha muito tempo não sentia.
Uma sensação estranha, triste!
Nao sei explicar, ainda me sinto assim...

Dos livros negros da velha cidade!

Dias apressados
Sem limites, exagerados
Estrelas solitárias em um céu de ninguém
promessas e profecias ditadas por alguém
Um jardim desesperado esperando a florescer
cavando a vida, enterrando o amor
Engolindo verdades, cuspindo mentiras
embriagando-se, escrevendo poesia
fazendo magica pra curar a dor
perdendo o medo frequentando o inferno
fazendo amigos pela estrada
matando o tempo com sexo barato
Dividindo com a morte hambúrguers e coca cola
A cama com putas e santas
Apagando o cigarro e esvaziando o copo
Presenciando a saudade do que não existe mais
completamente fora de si
e não o único a estar sozinho
A vida entrou em coma....

Uma quarta!

Hoje fez um pouco de calor em Londres, acordei com a chamada do meu amigo no meu tel, me convidando pra rodar por ai.
Tomamos uma cerveja em casa, fomos ao Palácio de Buckinghum, depois ao British museum, que foi muito bom, realmente compensa ir ao british museum, voltarei muitas vezes la, `e enorme e tem muita coisa boa pra se ver, sem falar que `e lindo por dentro.
Voltamos no meu ap, meus amigos italianos que moram comigo estavam fazendo as malas, vão ficar 2 meses na Itália, ap 2 meses vazio pra festa heheh.
Ficamos batendo um papo e ouvindo musica ate o final da tarde, fiz meu jantar, assei um frango, fiz arroz, salada de tomate e alface, pepsi da promoção do mercado lidel 39 pences a lata.
Amanha trabalho ate as 7 da noite, to programando uma viagem nas ferias que terei entre os proximos 2 meses, visitar minha familia no Brasil e Passar umas duas semanas, rodando os E.U.A, Nova york, Los Angeles, eu ando sonhando com a califórnia ultimamente.
Vejo vocês no próximo post.

Fraseado urbano.

Crianças solitárias tornam-se adultos solitários.
Casas cheias tornam-se casas vazias.
Amantes tornam-se desesperados.
Loucos, saudáveis.
A insana cidade perfeita abraca os sonhos dos inconformados.
A saudade doí, a lembrança as vezes conforta.
As vezes os dias são longos de mais.
As vezes o tempo poderia parar.
Quem inventou o apropriado? Quem inventou o bom senso?
Quem diz o que `e certo?
Quem cria as regras?
Quem as segue?
Você encontrou a ti mesmo hoje em meio a multidão, em meio ao dia programado?
Desviando das buzinas dos carros apressados, cumprindo teu horário, preso dentro de si próprio.
Eles querem sempre mais, te sugar, te devorar a alma, te comer vivo enquanto você sangra.
Hoje você viveu teu dia, hoje você disse basta!
Todos jogam o jogo, e se você não joga `e chamado de louco.

Half of me...

Metade de mim é voce
Metade de mim é ninguém
Metade de mim é multidao
Metade de mim é solidao
Metade de mim sente a sua falta todos os dias
Metade de mim te esqueceu pra sempre
Metade de mim te conheceu profundamente
Metade de mim nunca soube quem foste de verdade
Metade de mim dormia ao seu lado
Metade de mim sonhava acordado
Metade de mim acreditava em voce
Metade de mim desacreditava o tempo todo
Metade de mim te amou
Metade de mim te odiou
Metade de mim vive em Londres, Paris, Milao, Lisboa, Berlim
Metade de mim vive numa cabana simples no meio do nada
Metade de mim ainda te espera
Metade de mim sabe que é tarde de mais
Metade de mim ainda é voce
Metade de mim ja nao é mais

Andre Sant.
obs: Meu teclado nao tem acentuacao, me desculpem.

Mais um outono!

Passos apressados...
Sorrir de longe, imaginar como poderia ter sido
sem os erros do passado
Eu estava sonhando com o passado
e o sonho corria rápido
Agora eu acordei e tive a certeza
que o sonho acabou
Se foi, como as folhas das arvores que se renovam no outono,
vao embora, feito egoistas, sem olhar para tras,
sem dar importancia ao que esta a sua volta
E melhor esperar desesperados pelo novo dia,
sem saber quantos dias ha pela frente.
Apenas com a certeza de que tudo se renova, morre e se perde.

Andre Sant.

OBS: mais uma vez me desculpem pela falta de acentos.

Hangover on a Sunday...

Festa...
cervejas, muitas cervejas...
Wisk, latas vazias...
Embriagues, alegria, bagunca, video game, musica alta...
Mulheres, uma Italiana em particular...
Conversas, brincadeiras...
Imaginacao, desejos...
Mais latas vazias...
Risos, faz frio la fora...
Filme na TV...
Sexo a tres...
Dois amigos dividem a mesma mulher por uma noite...
Sexo...
Algumas horas de sono...
Barulho, Onibus, Londres esta acordada...
Ressaca no domingo.

Andre sant.

Voce ainda se lembra de nos, sinto sua falta.

Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree :

follow you down to the red oak tree
as the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
I will wait for you there until someone comes
to carry me, carry me down


see I have not I have not grown cold
I have stole from men who have stole from those
with their arms so thin and their skin so old
but you are young, you are young, you are young

bridge

then somebody laughs like it's all just for hell
as though we could not be saved from the depth of the well
but the cloth that I make is a cloth you can sell
to pay for the gossamer seed

verse 3

names get carved in the red oak tree
of the ones who stay and the ones who leave
I will wait for you there with these cindered bones
so follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
verse 1

follow you down to the red oak tree
as the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
I will wait for you there until someone comes
to carry me, carry me down

verse 2

see I have not I have not grown cold
I have stole from men who have stole from those
with their arms so thin and their skin so old
but you are young, you are young, you are young

bridge

then somebody laughs like it's all just for hell
as though we could not be saved from the depth of the well
but the cloth that I make is a cloth you can sell
to pay for the gossamer seed

verse 3

names get carved in the red oak tree
of the ones who stay and the ones who leave
I will wait for you there with these cindered bones
so follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down

The strokes - I`II try anything Once...

Me sinto exatamente assim hoje, estava ouvindo, e, bem, vou postar aqui, se eu fosse dizer algo hoje, ou cantar pra voce, ou pra alguem, seriam mais ou menos essas palavras.
Cheers guys, I hope (you) undestand.

Ten decisions shape your life,
you'll be aware of 5 above,
7 ways to go through school,
either you're noticed or left out,
7 ways to get ahead,
7 reasons to drop by,
when I said ' I can see me in your eyes',
you said 'I can see you in my bed',
that's not just friendship that's romance too,
you like music we can dance to,

Sit me down,
Shut me up,
I'll calm down,
and I'll get along with you,

There is a time when we all fail,
some people take it pretty well,
some take it all out on themselves,
some they just take it out on friends,
oh everybody plays the game,
and if you don't you're called insane,

Don't don't don't don't it's not safe no more,
I've got to see you one more time,
soon you were born,
in 1984,

Sit me down,
shut me up,
I'll calm down,
and I'll get along with you,

Everybody was well dressed,
and everybody was a mess,
6 things without fail you must do,
so that your woman loves just you,
oh all the girls played mental games,
and all the guys were dressed the same,

Why not try it all,
if you only remember it once,
ooooooooooooooooooooooo,

Sit me down,
shut me up,
I'll calm down,
and I'll get along with you,

(okay one more time)

What`s up!!!!!!!

What`s up guys....
Certinho?
Esse domingo que passou fomos ao estudio gravar 5 musicas, porem na sexta fomos ao Eletric ballroom, eu, freder, david, carl, giovanna e modestas, adivinha, enxarcamos rs, bebemos ate.....exato!
Domingo estava ansioso pra ouvir nosso som, a voz do david gravada, e adivinha david estava totalmente desafinado, sem voz, resumindo, ficou uma bosta, hahaha, o cara do estudio buscou umas cervejas pra nos, ai ficamos improvisando, dando risada, nos divertindo.
Hoje fomos reservar algumas mesas num Pub aqui em camden town, sera aniversario do freder e tenho certeza que sera foda de bom, muitas italianas, muitas cervejas alemas e muitas risadas.
David foi tocar em Sardegna, vai ficar 10 dias off, e eu 10 dias tocando so em casa, decidimos comecar a compor nossas proprias musicas, estou comecando a fazer bons contatos, tem um pub em camden para tocar nos finais de semana, um pub que o The Libertines ja tocou, porra e foda subir num palco que uma banda famosa que voce gosta ja subiu tambem.
Estou feliz de mais, confiante que as coisas tendem a melhorar mais e mais, como tem sido desde que voltei pra Londres.
E como diz em simple man, troubles will came and they will pass, entao estou focado so nas coisas boas que tem sido muitas, como amigos verdadeiros que tenho aqui, e pensava eu nao os ter mais, que bom que os tenho, porque no Brasil ou na Italia ja nao sei se os tenho mais.
Mas as pessoas vem e vao a todo momento, entao curto apenas os bons momentos, e com certeza serao muitos.
Tenho descoberto lugares incriveis em Londres, pessoas etc, realmente dessa vez tenho certeza que nao estou desperdicando meu tempo...
Cheers guys, vejo voces em breve.
E como sempre me desculpem pela falta de acentos, rs.

Andre Sant.

Step by step....

Hey there...
Tudo certo pessoas?
Bom, as coisas estao indo muito bem, desde que cheguei nao consigo contar as festas, os pubs etc, com dinheiro ou sem, conhecendo ou nao as pessoas, sempre tem alguem ou algum lugar legal pra ir, acho que e disso que estava sentindo falta quando estava no Brasil, aquele fogo na bunda na verdade era a vontade de voltar a viver, a ver a vida andar de novo, a viver da maneira que ralmente quer viver, e, me faltava isso, embora ame minha familia e sinta falta deles todos os dias, estou feliz por estar vivendo da maneira que realmente quero viver.
O Freder esse meio alemao di cazzo, esta sendo um amigo de verdade, gosto muito dele, sexta fomos no electro balroom e foi foda de bom, eu, ele e giovanna uma Italiana que mora com a gente.
Hoje fiz um acustico com David um italiano que conheci pelo Freder,tocamos num estudio em bethnal green, ate o cara que toma conta do estudio gostou, e pela primeira vez tocando juntos acho que fomos mais do que bem, David tem uma voz forte e afinada, otima para grunge rock, rock, classic rock, meu violao estava com um som otimo, um fender cavado.
Dia 15 tenho um ensaio com Benjo um vocalista ingles, ele volta de Bangkok e vamos fazer um ensaio e ver o que podemos tocar juntos, enfim, as coisas so tendem a melhorar daqui pra frente.
Voltando ao David ele teve duas bandas, fizeram turne pela Europa e america se nao me engano, recusaram dois contratos de duas gravadoras porque os integrantes queriam mais dinheiro, hahaha, vai entender...dinheiro na conta, comida e hotel pago, shows marcados,acho que nao preciso de muito mais que isso...
Shows, dinheiro, mulheres, cerveja, hum...me soa bem.
Quando tiver uns videos de ensaios ou algo assim coloco aqui.
Abraco a todos e mais uma vez me desculpem pela falta de acentos!

Andre sant.