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Liz Christine

I wanna be evil, I wanna be mad, I wanna be bad...

About Me

began writing thoughts and poetry and stories with words and visions and then sound. music as a way to tell a story imaginary memories painted through sound each sample as a word a personal symbolism shaping an emotional language.you can download the whole albums at:http://www.archive.org/details/menthedechat http://www.menthedechat.net/catalogue/chat025.htm http://www.menthedechat.net/catalogue/chat012.htm http://www.menthedechat.net/catalogue/chat009.htm http://www.menthedechat.net/catalogue/chat006.htm http://www.menthedechat.net/catalogue/chat002.htm http://www.menthedechat.net/catalogue/chat001.htm ............................................................ ............................................................ ........and if you like words and speak portuguese....http://lizchristine.blogspot.com/

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Member Since: 10/1/2006
Band Website: menthedechat.net/artists/liz.htm
Band Members: Liz
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Influences: things i lived, films i've seen, specialy buñuel and truffaut, marilyn monroe, greta garbo and a lot of dreams
Sounds Like: a delicate movie for the ear and mind telling a story to be read with the heart
Record Label: menthe de chat
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Can you love me for a while?

Can you love me for a while? I'm smoking fishes  golden fishes that I will swallow later...Poor fishes... maybe I could give them to my cats! And maybe, but I'm not so sure  maybe I could be ...
Posted by Liz Christine on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 05:16:00 PST

Insanity and girls who love girls

Talking about insanity& I had a lot of dreams with you. There was a frog and a duck without wings in a room with a blue light. You were them. The frog and the duck without wings were talking with your...
Posted by Liz Christine on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 01:48:00 PST

I passed my hand through her untied curly hair and our faces touched each other...

 Si mon coeur est desespereIt's always the same street, a house with red walls, a living room with no furniture and a Bessie Smith song playing. "Baby, won't you please come home, baby, won't you...
Posted by Liz Christine on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 04:41:00 PST

. Passei a mão pelos cabelos ondulados e soltos dela e nossos rostos se tocaram...

I want a little sugar in my bowlEla calçou as sapatilhas de porcelana e foi rodopiando até o banheiro. A porta estava fechada e de lá vinha uma música alta e agradável aos ouvidos. Música que dava von...
Posted by Liz Christine on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 06:40:00 PST

maybe a kiss, maybe a face, maybe a obsessive dream

 writing to you everytime i'm writing, i'm not thinking, everything begins with some image, maybe a kiss, maybe a face, maybe some memory, maybe a obsessive dream, something repetitive, somethin...
Posted by Liz Christine on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 09:13:00 PST