a longa noite dos tempos

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noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 22:25:00 +0000

"é bom ter má fama
dá para ter vazia a cama
e nesta solidão de kant
ser tido um grande amante
é bom ter de fundo
que anda pelas bocas do mundo
e quem quiser acreditar
ao menos não vem cá espreitar
sobra-me tempo para cantar."

Norah Jones - The Story - My Blueberry Nights

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 13:12:00 +0000

I don't know how to begin
Cause the story has been told before
I will sing along i suppose
I guess it's just how it goes

And now those sprangs in the air
I don't go down anywhere
I guess it's just how it goes
The stories have all been told before

But if you don't char
The light won't hit your eye
And the moon won't rise
Before it's time

But if you don't char
The light won't hit your eye
And the moon won't rise
Before it's time

But i don't know how it will end
With all those records playin'
I guess it's just how it goes
The stories have all been told before
I guess it's just how it goes
The stories have all been told before
I guess it's just how it goes

Mazzy Star - Into Dust

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 00:44:00 +0000

Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Beside me today
A round broken in two
'til your eyes shed into dust
Like two strangers turning into dust
'til my hand shook the way I fear

I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your face
Under...your face

It was you
breathless and torn
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
And two strangers turning into dust
Turning into dust.

Morphine - Cure for Pain

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 01:42:00 +0000

Where is the ritual
And tell me where where is the taste
Where is the sacrifice
And tell me where where is the faith
Someday there'll be a cure for pain
That's the day I throw my drugs away
When they find a cure for pain
Where is the cave
Where the wise woman went
And tell me where
Where's all that money that I spent
I propose a toast to my self control
You see it crawling helpless on the floor
Someday there'll be a cure for pain
That's the day I throw my drugs away
When they find a cure for pain
When they find a cure for pain
When they find a cure find a cure for pain

Keith Jarrett - Köln Concert - Part II C

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:08:00 +0000

milano

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 19:20:00 +0000

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 18:26:00 +0000

Boffi

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 05:52:00 +0000

e pela primeira vez vou numa viagem a trabalho. que importa onde e quanto tempo? estou contente e pronto. raios, já era hora de acordar.

Marcelo Camelo e Mallu Magalhães - Janta

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 05:49:00 +0000

Eu quis te conhecer mas tenho que aceitar
Caberá ao nosso amor o eterno ou o não dá
Pode ser cruel a eternidade
Eu ando em frente por sentir vontade

Eu quis te convencer mas chega de insistir
Caberá ao nosso amor o que há de vir
Pode ser a eternidade má
Caminho em frente pra sentir saudade

Paper clips and crayons in my bed
Everybody thinks that i'm sad
I'll take a ride in melodies and bees and birds
Will hear my words
Will be both us and you and them together

Cause i can forget about myself, trying to be everybody else
I feel allright that we can go away
And please my day
I let you stay with me if you surrender

Eu quis te conhecer mas tenho que aceitar
(I can forget about myself trying to be everybody else)
Caberá ao nosso amor o eterno ou o não dá
(I feel all right that we can go away)
Pode ser a eternidade má
(And please my Day)
Eu ando sempre pra sentir vontade.
(I’ll let you stay with me if you surrender)

Hot Chip - Ready for the Floor

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 06:05:00 +0000

Desde que voltei de férias, Lisboa tem sido assim, mas com trabalho. e é bom. é muito bom.

Josefina bebé

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 07:08:00 +0000

Esperança

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 02:32:00 +0000

Programa para o fim-de-semana

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 18:20:00 +0000

Arthur Russell - A Little Lost

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 11:38:00 +0000

música bonita desta madrugada

I'm a little lost
Without you
Well that could be an understatement
Now I hope that I have paid the cost
To let a day go by and not
Call on you

Cause I'm so busy, so busy
Thinking about kissing you
And now I want to do that
Without entertaining another thought

Out on the ocean flows
I'll have to pull myself together
Now it's harder I'm not on my turf
Just me and, me and those big old waves
Rolling in

Cause I'm so busy, so busy
Thinking about kissing you
And now I want to do that
Without entertaining another thought

It's all so unfinished
Following faith
A voice in me
is telling me to
Run away
I hope your feeling isn't diminished
I hope you need someone in your life
Someone like me

Cause I'm so busy, so busy
Thinking about kissing you
Now I want to do that
Without entertaining another thought

Norberto Lobo - Mudar de Bina

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 02:19:00 +0000

Esperança

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 22:19:00 +0000

João Coração - Passo a Passo

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 01:58:00 +0000

Acelera cara a cara
sobe a mudança
o vento empurra a quem mudar
não passes dos 80 e abre o vidro do lado
vai ser um dia de calor

De mau grão nunca sai bom pão
leva o último tostão
mas não olhes para trás
que o tempo ai é melhor
do que a última promessa
que o rio vai no sentido do mar

Vou conhecer outro lugar
experimentar no meu ouvido outro cantar
mas cada um que me tocar
serás tu que eu vou lembrar no seu lugar

Abertas avenidas sempre a sul da tempestade
na terra que o sol abraçou
os meninos já são homens
nem brincam com os amigos
e um deles há-de te merecer

Da tua boca hão-de vir
as palavras proibidas
não te vais arrepender
mas se um dia quiseres
voltar à tua terra
saberás onde me encontrar

Vou conhecer outro lugar
experimentar no meu ouvido outro cantar
mas cada um que me tocar
serás tu que eu vou lembrar no seu lugar

Esperança . Pinhole

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 00:29:00 +0000

The Kills - Tape Song

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 01:16:00 +0000

You've got to
You've got to
You've got to
You’ve got to

Tape ain't gonna fix it honey
It ain't gonna stick
Tape ain't gonna fix it honey
It ain't gonna stick to you

Six kinds of glue
Won't hold you
Won't hold you
Oh my oh, oh my
You've got to
You got to

You got to go steal ahead
You got to
You got to go steal ahead
You got to

Time ain't gonna cure you honey
Time don't give a shit.
Time ain't gonna cure you honey
Time's just gonna hit on you
I said time ain't gonna cure you honey
Time don't give a shit
Time ain't gonna cure you honey
Time's just gonna hit on you
You got to

You got to go steal ahead
You got to
You got to go steal ahead
You got to

Time ain't gonna cure you honey
Time don't give a shit.
Time ain't gonna cure you honey
Time's just gonna hit on you
I said, six kinds of blue
Won't hold you, won't hold you
Oh my oh, oh my you've got to
You've got to, you've got to

You got to go steal ahead
Go steal ahead

You got to
You got to go steal ahead
You got to
You got to go steal ahead

António Variações - Canção do Engate

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 13:07:00 +0000

Tu estás livre e eu estou livre
E há uma noite para passar
Porque não vamos unidos
Porque não vamos ficar
Na aventura dos sentidos

Tu estás só e eu mais só estou
Tu que tens o meu olhar
Tens a minha mão aberta
À espera de se fechar
Nessa tua mão deserta

Vem que o amor
Nao é o tempo
Nem é o tempo
Que o faz
Vem que o amor
É o momento
Em que eu me dou
Em que te dás

Tu que buscas companhia
E eu que busco quem quiser
Ser o fim desta energia
Ser um corpo de prazer
Ser o fim de mais um dia

Tu continuas à espera
Do melhor que já não vem
E a esperança foi encontrada
Antes de ti por alguém
E eu sou melhor que nada

Vem que o amor
Nao é o tempo
Nem é o tempo
Que o faz
Vem que o amor
É o momento
Em que eu me dou
Em que te dás

Vem que o amor
Nao é o tempo
Nem é o tempo
Que o faz
Vem que o amor
É o momento
Em que eu me dou
Em que te dás

Vem que o amor
Nao é o tempo
Nem é o tempo
Que o faz
Vem que o amor
É o momento
Em que eu me dou
Em que te dás

Sopranos

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 23:06:00 +0000

Já tinha visto um ou outro episódio desta série na tv. Em erasmus e porque havia muita noite e frio, decidi ver tudo seguido. Os Sopranos, além de ser a melhor série do mundo inteiro, foi também a única série em que eu nunca passei à frente o genérico. Tenho andado a rever uma ou outra coisa através de youtube. É muito bom.

You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Your mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.

She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning
All that love had gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.

But you're, but you're looking good, baby,
I believe that you're feeling fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
Woke up this morning

You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Lord above, thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked in our town.

Baby, but you're, but you're one in a million
You've got that shotgun shine; shame about it,
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
Woke up this morning

When you woke up this morning everything was gone.
By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
Like a voice telling you there was something you should know.
Last night you were flying but today you're so low
Ain't it times like these that you wonder if you'll ever know
The meaning of things as they appear to the others:
Wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
Don't you wish you didn't function,
Don't you wish you didn't think
Beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink'
Well you do so make up your mind to go on,'cos
When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
You wanna be the Chosen One.

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun.
Got yourself a gun.
Got yourself a gun.

Roy Orbison - Dream Baby

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 00:54:00 +0000

Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
How long must I dream?

Dream baby
Got me dreamin' sweet dreams
The whole day through
Dream baby
Got me dreamin' sweet dreams
Nighttime too
I love you
And I really need you
You know I do
Dream baby, make me stop my dreamin'
You can make my dreams come true

Oh, sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
How long must I dream?

Dream baby
Got me dreamin' sweet dreams
The whole day through
Dream baby
Got me dreamin' sweet dreams
Nighttime too
I love you
And I really need you
You know I do
Dream baby, make me stop my dreamin'
You can make my dreams come true

Oh, sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
How long must I dream?

Oh, sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby

Cat Power - Sea of Love

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 01:16:00 +0000

Come with me
My love
To the sea
The sea of love

I wanna tell you
How much
I love you

Do you remember
When we met
Thats the day
I knew you were mine

I wanna tell you
How much
I love you

Come with me
My love
To the sea
The sea of love

I wanna tell you
How much
I love you

Imitação de Ovídio

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 19:06:00 +0000

não, carinho, já sabes
não insistas,
a mim
a ocasião tanto faz.

não te vou tirar
nada.

com
ou sem regras,
não queres que
as tome em conta,
pois não?

a liberdade
foi sempre
não ter de combinar
nada

nada

a não ser que o espaço fica,
em chamas,
porque
dentro do fogo,
no mais fundo
do poço,
só há
a combinação
com o fogo

fogo,
aquele inferno
de amar...

Alberto Pimenta

M. Ward - Chinese Translation

noreply@blogger.com (rita) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 03:25:00 +0000

I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met a old, old man
beneath a weeping willow tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three

And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he sang for me this song

See I once was a young fool like you
afraid to do the things
that I knew I had to do
So I played an escapade just like you
I played an escapade just like you
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met an old, old man
he sat beneath a sapling tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three

And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he played for me this song