#sam alone

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Frankie Chavez avança com o primeiro tema do seu próximo álbum

Tema conta com a participação de Sam Alone e foi inspirado nos atentados de Paris

O músico português Frankie Chavez está de regresso aos discos com álbum Double Or Nothing, que chegará às lojas no próximo mês de abril. O primeiro tema avançado por Chavez chama-se “My Religion” e foi inspirado nos atentados de Paris. Numa nota redigida à imprensa, Chavez admite que escreveu esta canção na noite a seguir aos atentados de Paris, reflectindo portanto sobre o tema. Indica que “pelo…

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Count

Twenty-seven.  The number of times Dean had stabbed him accidentally during sparing practice as kids.  Sam never held the hurt against Dean, he knew he’d been clumsy or ill-timed or just plain unlucky when each and every one had happened.  He didn’t blame his brother for each painful lesson.  Twelve.  The number of times he had inadvertantly popped Dean’s shoulders out of place.  He felt bad after each one, felt he had somehow done it on purpose with his bad flips or inaccurate takedowns.  Sam decided sparring had done nearly as much damage to each them as their hunts had.  And then he changed his mind again.  Deciding that there were never any accidental deaths during their training times, never a moment when Dean’s chest lay ripped to ribbons or blood oozing out of him from places unknown.  Sam continued to count random things.  It helped keep his mind focused away from his current pains.  One bullet wound to the leg, one badly burned foot, one mild case of hypothermia and one mind fuzzy with whatever hallucinogen that British bitch had dosed him with.  And one broken, aching heart.  Why was he trying to live on when Dean was gone (again) and he was left alone (again)?  He reminded himself that Dean had made him promise, on that day with the beautiful petals drifting down around them from the trees, promise that he would live on in the world that Dean would save for them all.  Dean would save them.  And how many times had that happened.  Too many to count.  Count.  He needed to find another thing to count to keep from drifting off in the dark.  He promised Dean he’d live.  Fight the cold, keep the mind working.  He hugged himself tighter and shifted on the hard wooden steps.  Count, count, count.  The number of times Dean had left him alone on the earth.  Let’s see, there was dying and going to Hell, that’s one.  There was dying all those times the Trickster killed him; pianos, bullets, tacos, showers….so many times.  Nearly left him after that truck hit the Impala back when Dad was still here.  So much time apart, Sam sighed at all the times he been left alone and missing his brother.  Change the count…pick something else.  Move away from the ache of his abscence and focus on keeping awake.  Dean would not be saving him, Sam knew that.  He had to save himself this time.  And he starting counting again.

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"Working class rifle"

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SOMETIMES I WISH I WAS SOMEONE ELSE SOMEONE YOU DESERVE AND CAN TREAT YOU WELL WHOULD YOU REALLY CARE IF I FADE AWAY? I WISH YOU REALLY CARE TELL ME TO STAY

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