Saulo Oliveira Silva

Acid Lemonade It all starts with you lying in your bed The lamp across the room illuminates your empty gaze, in the half-light. You’re drinking while wishing the lemonade had sulphuric acid in it It’s been a long journey, from nothing to nothing, nowhere to nowhere Suddenly, you just don't care anymore because you figured out the relevance of our existence: It doesn't exist You pretend you're playing the game “How are you doing? “I’m fine”, which is just one of the answers that the system programs all the brainwashed puppets to say from the uterus and hides that you gave up looking for the true answers Your days are vanishing in the acquaintance with the concept that the origin of everything was a calculated accident Which inspires the consequent understanding that there is some sort of prearrangement about the planet whirling silently in space And then comes the routine of boredom wrapped in the repetition of meaningless activities with no inherent purpose You’re chained to the formula, attached to

NIGHTHAWKS When the boreal colours of Eden's horizon got long overdue, I ate my eyes raw so I could digest that Tiffany blue Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight There’s a black hole in everything’s heart, That’s how the light goes out to dark And if it’s darker long before the dawn It will get darker and darker forevermore I’d rather see the rigs of Saturn in your eyes than the sun that never sets in the land of the cool Stardust teleport the kids from school On my Chevy Malibu I am playing on an oddity Digging into you, no longer blue Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight

WATCHMEN Hide yourself inside that cold feeling The machine won, the machine is winning The Beverly Hills Hotel has no exit You won’t be forgotten, you’ll never forget it The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Who are gods consulting themselves with? Why all the young girls are now praising Lilith? Dominion is set upon every mind The maze has no easy way out to find The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? There’ll always be more than meets the eye Hail the lord, the Lord Of The Flies The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of elect

MIDDLE FINGER Serendipitously raised middle finger Crossed hearts and hope have died Running the quay, groundbreaking stringer Seems scorned as a nonplussed tongue-tied All worthless nights, detached broken sinew Forfeited lust on to-do lists, lust lies anew Nadir and the goal falls short of the reach Neither shore nor beach got elicit speech Then isolation is what it is I’m a mariner adrift in an ocean of gods A wide-ranging vision, bliss Blissful silence wipes dreadful odds All bothered, depth, darkening-blur season Even Elysian fields, wood-thrush, no reason If all times lead to a bowsprit quest, That’s how subtle the quarrel test Needly barefoot through the woods at last Which is no more than a state of mind Waterfalls of aloofness ambush in a vast In a vast but west rootless corner of a kind Isolation makes way for bliss Enthroned thrilled shivered pith All limerence towards me, the abyss Abyssal bewilderment, zenith Collusion in pattern gets this Enthroned thrilled shivered pi

HILLTOP You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You re

WESTWARD It was more than a season But I just cannot tell Cause I’ve got lack of eloquence And all the words are on the run I glimpsed what thousand oceans Of countless verbs have not become Maybe I’ve made up my mind Flying away can’t hold a candle to Waking feeling the ground, touching the pastures of green Avoiding all of the scheme Of this crazy machine I’m just in doubt moving forward Is there still a light to the westward? Is there still a light to the westward?

MAZE Heading for the end And ending up on the start Daedalus’s dead ends are your desire’s deadline When I’m dreaming and then I realise I’m dreaming and decide To do whatever I want inside that dream, do I have control Of that dream or am I just dreaming that I have control? If you’ve heard this before, three songs ago, Aren’t you Trapped too And just don’t know? Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out I don’t know how to escape from this And you don’t know how to be free We are trapped inside this shit We are trapped inside this fucking hell Where is the exit door? Why is it the floor keeps stretching? Stretching Stretching Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won

LEMONADE ACID There’s a black hole in everything’s heart, that’s how the light goes out to dark Dominion is set upon every mind The maze has no easy way out to find If all times lead to a bowsprit quest That’s how subtle the quarrel test You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge bolder Which falls all the way down then you start to rolling it again Maybe I’ve made up my mind Where’s the exit door? Why is it the floor keeps stretching? Do I overthink a lot because my mind is like a corridor in which every exit door ends up on a new corridor? Like walking an endless alley at 3 am in a lucid dream? How far does this tunnel extends? Am I too messy and I don’t get along with people because they don’t look at things the way I do Or was I just born unsympathetically nonchalant? What if you actually never was born? What if you’re a steam of consciousness from a distant intelligence from another dimension? Isn’t it convenient that none of us remember being born? If we live in a simulation, wh

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Lyrics That Liar Never Walked on the Water Since from the beginning With a charming or beguiling Narrative to men of tilling With frown, brown, unsmiling, This creation tale is defiling And kinda stealing and revealing A compiling feeling that’s appealing To a big filling of quintessential lies spinning  Suck on my modern manifesto that will free You from idolatry, whatever this idolatry may be, Established traditionally, that always put you jeopardy, Hear circumstances to make you drop fences, fuck defenses And dances around a symbol,  Overrated legends need get trimble,  Stop pray and go to wash a cymbal, Fuck the hymnal But their water can never wash my brain, And if you throw your helmet they’re gonna wash yours again, They don’t bluff in vain, Cause the real water comes from a speech rain, Or is it a dogma train? God created man right after man created God How come you don’t see Catholic Church has the nod? Theirs are the money rod,

Lyrics Monolith Hello there, minstrel man Twas some letter at three Am  How existence does exist?  It sends shivers on my pith  It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith     Trinkets and scars put into jars  Are space and time a microlith?  There was always life on Mars  Now your name is Aslöu Smith  It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith    Look, a cellar door revealed  It’s a pity they are all blind  Steady pyramids concealed   It doesn’t get me surprised  It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith    Secrets locked in my chest  White satin future dispersed   Tomorrow holds keys to past  Fleeting, floating, unrehearsed   What is it gone underneath?  It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith        On the hillside I saw some kelp  White foaming waves into black rocks  The lighthouse keeper couldn’t help  To fear the coastal Manichaeism shock   Down to Gehenna or up to the fifth  It's a gone, long gone myth, l

Lyrics MacNeil No matter where you’re going No matter how you feel You’ve got no way of knowing Sex Magick is the deal And I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do The devil in me seems so real And I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do This orgiastic ritual will conceal Uhum... That’s how I feel Let’s make this orgy celebration In a Jack Parsons lookalike Do crucifix masturbation Is your head spinning or is it just the hype? The nymphs are wet and high Playing finger pie, Which is an old school slang of a sexual sty So don’t be shy, it’s thick enough to widen the sacred entrance and the unholy exit till you cry And I am... I am... I’m feeling Humm... I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do The devil in me seems so real I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like

MacNeil No matter where you’re going No matter how you feel You’ve got no way of knowing Sex Magick is the deal And I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do The devil in me seems so real And I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do This orgiastic ritual will conceal Uhum... That’s how I feel Let’s make this orgy celebration In a Jack Parsons lookalike Do crucifix masturbation Is your head spinning or is it just the hype? The nymphs are wet and high Playing finger pie, Which is an old school slang of a sexual sty So don’t be shy, it’s thick enough to widen the sacred entrance and the unholy exit till you cry And I am... I am... I’m feeling Humm... I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do The devil in me seems so real I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Humm... That’s how I feel That’s how I feel That’s how we feel I’m feeling l

Renewing Rock N Roll is the first single from the upcoming E.P. "Prince of Rock" by Saulo Oliveira S.

Lockdown Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now When the doomsday clock hits midnight you all are gonna die, but i'll keep standing in a world inherit, mine And I’ll build a castle with your bones My furniture made of your skin Why me, why not The end meets its begin Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Outro Hey look mother, i found the last vaccine in the world, now you are safe, forever... Wait... Written by Saulo Ol. S.

The Ballad of Riley and the Spokesman of a generation She was hitting the score A peaceful afternoon in Ladbrook Park Then Kyle took the courage to say more “A fire will come out of our spark” He became a spokesman With the right words from his mouth And she became a lawyer A great couple without a doubt And whole thing started in a windy night And whole thing started in a windy night Then they could not expect That something could put an end in that love In a dazed and confused nigh Riley was abducted for a ship above “The aliens took my love, the aliens took my love” That’s what he started to shout at the conference No one would believe, he lost self confidence, the spokesman of a generation had lost his touch with the words of coherence Not all the lights that comes from above Descends to enlighten us That’s why I prefer the dark Without a fire and without spark Outro Now Kyle is unemployed, Hitchhiking between places, Scrounging for his meal and begging for a

Cosmic Jive A girl lies peacefully in the morning There’s a hell of rain outside She barely heard the cold wind calling It’s all out of her sight A boy is lost and without any map He desperately needs a wrench His car is broken and totally flat There’s a screw he needs to clench He quickly knocks at the girl's door She thought he was one of a kind “Is he that someone that I’ve been looking for? I think I will have to find” She puts the kettle on to Earl Grey He think she is divine The night is young and he could stay 'Cause now she is singing Cymbaline The street lamp goes out making Her light up a candle in time He can't stay cause his mom is waiting “I’ll have to decline” She says have a safe trip back To your distant hometown But what she says inside in fact Is “don’t leave me now” She is holding an empty heart and soul As he waves going down The loneliness like a cancer grows As the wind begins to howl A girl lies depressively in the night She wonder

Memory Lane Janet wife of Johnson James Just came ‘jingling’ his name Darling though it isn't more than just another day We are already all ready there The little daughter droped the water The bees on flowers powdering nectar While the guitar of father Hector was weeping To the despair of grandpa who couldn't smoke because his hands were shaking One of the kids finally fishes a fish And the fish's speech is that he can grant a wish To the kid who, then, put him free And now the fish will wash the dishes since kid wished And all the joy ending with some comic disaster Like the dog robing food or someone twisting the earring into aunt Loiu's braids "We will be together", so they swear But they ignored that time is always there replacing share, replacing care For disregard to that country fair... Of sweet despair And as the time is passing by just like a cloud on cloudy sky When you realise will be too late to wonder why And the polaroid pictures that you own Of passed nights i

The Doors of Perception How easy it was to you boy to buy that guitar to play on the bar, yeah How easy it was to you Joan To take the Route 66 How easy it was to you there Singing and playing How easy... How easy, yeah The road was never ending The beat of the drums, never ending (How easy it was) (How easy it was) And down the roads of Georgia And on Alabama moonlight (How easy it was) The whiskey bar was open for hours For hours along the night Along the night Along the night Along the night Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

Lyrics I still can hear you calling me to go outside to see the stars I still can hear you telling me to put the catle on for Earl Grey But what I'm hearing is not true if you're not really here And I'll keep wishing that you where here In my mind you are here and we are all together Hearing songs, singing the blues Complaining of this (London's) weather In my mind you never left In my books, you're always there When I walk to television I can see your face 'Cause that actress has exactly the same ways that you used to do When I'm alone, you're there too 'Cause your perfume in all the room No one really stands alone... Come back home and lets sing the blues again Come back home and just lets sing the blues again Come back home and just lets spend the days in rain again Like we used to do... Like we used to do Written by Saulö Oliveira S.