I Call First - Who's That Knocking At My Door (1967)

Arcade Fire - Crown of Love

They say it fades if you let it,
love was made to forget it.
I carved your name across my eyelids,
you pray for rain I pray for blindness.

If you still want me, please forgive me,
the crown of love is fallen from me.
If you still want me, please forgive me,
because the spark is not within me.

I snuffed it out before my mom walked in my bedroom.

The only thing that you keep changin'
is your name, my love keeps growin'
still the same, just like a cancer,
and you won't give me a straight answer!

If you still want me, please forgive me,
the crown of love has fallen from me.
If you still want me please forgive me
because your hands are not upon me.

I shrugged them off before my mom walked in my bedroom.

The pains of love, and they keep growin',
in my heart there's flowers growin'
on the grave of our old love,
since you gave me a straight answer.

If you still want me, please forgive me,
the crown of love is not upon me
If you still want me, please forgive me,
'cause the spark is not within me.
it's not within me, it's not within me.

You gotta be the one,
you gotta be the way,
your name is the only word that I can say

You gotta be the one,
you gotta be the way,
your name is the only word , the only word that I can say!

Only one that I can say!

La la la
La la la

Combinação Mortal

Quando tinha cinco anos, a minha mãe comprou-me um conjunto de camisa e calções aos quadradinhos vermelhos e brancos com colarinho e bolso branco liso. Por essa altura o meu pai também me comprou uma carteira da Mafalda. Se usasse estas peças separadas nada de mal acontecia, mas cada vez que vesti este conjunto com a carteira foi fatal.
A primeira vez que usei tudo foi numa noite de verão. Tinhamos ido tomar café, com o meu tio, tia e primo. Como habitual depois de estar um tempo numa esplanada fomos passear pelas ruinhas da baixa. A minha mãe e a minha tia sempre atrás a perderem-se em montras. O meu pai e o meu tio à frente a rir, lembrar e sonhar com o futuro agarrado ao passado. E eu, o meu irmão e o meu primo sempre a correr para a frente e para trás, a pararmos na Românica e desejarmos em voz alta.
Chegámos à praça do comércio e não sei o que passou pela cabeça do meu primo, desatou a correr como se não houvesse amanhã. O meu tio começou a chamá-lo e ele não parava. Eu decidi por minha conta e risco correr atrás dele para o apanhar. Afinal sou dois anos mais velha, não havia de ser difícil! Quando o estava quase a apanhar tropecei numa pedra e caí de chapa. Lembro-me de olhar para cima e ver o meu primo parado à minha frente, com um macacão azul e amarelo, a chorar ainda mais do que eu. Rapidamente os meus pais lá chegaram. Eu tinha um joelho esmurrado, a bochecha esfolada e a cabeça partida. Havia sangue por todo o lado.
O meu pai levou-me nos braços até à portagem para apanharmos um taxi que o nosso carro estava longe. Eu a minha mãe e o meu irmão fomos para o pediátrico e o meu pai até ao terreiro da erva buscar o nosso renault 5 branco. No caminho ia deitada ao colo da minha mãe e ela aflita, com medo que desmaiasse ou perdesse a consciência, ia sempre a dizer para eu falar. Lembro-me de irmos a passar na Ferreira Borges/Visconde da Luz e ler os reclamos luminosos em voz alta. Depois calei-me e a minha mãe muito aflita: “Rita, Ritinha diz alguma coisa. Canta!” e eu cantei a música que andava a aprender na altura: “o meu chapéu tem três bicos, tem três bicos o meu chapéu...”.
Chegámos ao pediátrico e a minha mãe resolveu telefonar a um amigo da família, o Doutor Capelo, que trabalha no pediátrico mas na área de queimados, o que justifica a cicatriz enorme que tenho na testa.
A última coisa que me lembro deste episódio é ter um pano amarelo com um buraco, em cima da cara.
Passádos uns meses voltei a vestir as mesmas peças de roupa. O conjunto dos calções com a camisa aos quadradinhos vermelhos e brancos e a carteira da Mafalda.
Aos domingos os meus pais costumavam ir tomar café com os amigos ao jardim da manga. E nós, os miúdos andávamos por ali a brincar. O jardim da manga tem aquela espécie de fonte mas às vezes estava vazia. Era o caso. Então o meu irmão que era o mais velho de todos decidiu que era óptima ideia irmos lá para dentro brincar. E até aqui era boa ideia. No sítio onde normalmente há água, existem uns degraus grandões, aí um meio metro, que me lembre, mas para quem tinha apenas um e pouco de altura aquilo era grande. Então o meu irmão teve outra grande ideia: “vamos ver quem é que sobe e salta mais degraus e mais rápido!”
Acabou da seguinte forma: com os meus pais a correrem para dentro de uma fonte porque eu estava a chorar alto e bom som e tinha partido um braço. O esquerdo!
Mais uma vez pediátrico, gesso e assim. O meu irmão foi um querido que, apesar de não ter culpa de eu não ter nascido para saltos, me fazia festinhas e dizia que já não doía.
Nunca mais me deixaram sair de casa com as três peças ao mesmo tempo, mas isso é porque a minha mãe tem estas coisas supersticiosas.

José Mario Branco - FMI

Mãe, eu quero ficar sozinho... Mãe, não quero pensar mais... Mãe, eu quero morrer mãe.
Eu quero desnascer, ir-me embora, sem ter que me ir embora. Mãe, por favor, tudo menos a casa em vez de mim, outro maldito que não sou senão este tempo que decorre entre fugir de me encontrar e de me encontrar fugindo, de quê mãe? Diz, são coisas que se me perguntem? Não pode haver razão para tanto sofrimento. E se inventássemos o mar de volta, e se inventássemos partir, para regressar. Partir e aí nessa viagem ressuscitar da morte às arrecuas que me deste. Partida para ganhar, partida de acordar, abrir os olhos, numa ânsia colectiva de tudo fecundar, terra, mar, mãe... Lembrar como o mar nos ensinava a sonhar alto, lembrar nota a nota o canto das sereias, lembrar o depois do adeus, e o frágil e ingénuo cravo da Rua do Arsenal, lembrar cada lágrima, cada abraço, cada morte, cada traição, partir aqui com a ciência toda do passado, partir, aqui, para ficar...

Morrissey - Let Me Kiss You

There's a place in the sun
For anyone who has the will to chase one..AND I
I think I've found mine
Yes, I do believe I have found mine

So, close your eyes and think of someone you physically admire
And let me kiss you, let me kiss you

I've zig-zagged all over America and I cannot find a safety haven
Say, would you let me cry on your shoulder
I've heard that you'll try anything twice

Close your eyes and think of someone you physically admire
And let me kiss you, let me kiss you

But then you open your eyes and you see someone that you physically despise
But my heart is open, my heart is open to you.

Stealing Beauty

I wait I wait so patiently
I'm quiet as a cup
I hope you'll come and rattle me
Quick! Come wake me up.

I'll Be Your Mirror

fotografia: Pedro Pinto

I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
cause I see you

I find it hard to believe you don't know
The beauty that you are
But if you don't let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
cause I see you

I'll be your mirror

Jesus and Mary Chain with Mazzy Star - Sometimes Always

fotografia: Pedro Pinto

I gave you all I had
I gave you good and bad
I gave but you just threw it back

I won't get on my knees
Don't make me do that please
I've been away but now I'm back

Don't be too sure of that
What makes you sure of that
You went away you can't come back

I walked away from you
I hurt you through and through
Aw honey give me one more chance

Aw you're a lucky son
Lucky son of a gun
You went away, you went away
You went away but now youre back

I got down on my knees
And then I begged you please
I always knew you'd take me back

La Tigre e la Neve

"Attilio,
Attilio de Giovanni,
Io canto il tuo nome, parole che mi appre le porte del paradiso
Io non ti perderò mai
Lo vogliano gli dei
Quando mi baci, trottano fuori cavalli dell'apocalisse
E si penso al tuo corpo, difficoltoso e vago
La vertigini me si porta via
La tua divinità maschia ascende al cielo
Sei bello
Tu, girassole impazzito di luce
Ogni volta che tuoi occhi si sollevano se ascende il firmamento
Amici, echo qui che la terra, come una madre allatta la sua creatura più bella
O amore, ogni cose è al colmo del fervore
Dalla mia gola alle stelle si alza la parola
Come una cometa d’oro
Ti amo
Voglio fare l’amore con te adesso

-Questo è il più bel verso che abbia mai sentito in vita mia.”

Saudades de Nova Iorque

"11.12.99 Foz do Douro

Vivemos por antecipação. Raramente estamos onde estamos. Projectamos futuro, uma coisa que não é. O sossego torna-se difícil. Ficamos facilmente desajeitados e confusos. Vivemos várias vidas sem que nenhuma possamos viver. A vida que estamos a viver não coincide com aquela que estamos a viver, uma vida esquecida por outra, impossibilitada por outra, inimiga de outra. Falamos e depois ficamos calados. Ficamos calados porque as palavras se retiraram, uma a uma. Um gesto é a sombra de outro gesto, de um pecado maior. Queríamos que tudo terminasse de seguida, era preciso que algo tivesse começado. A sucessão das noites e dos dias mostra a grande indiferença do universo pelas almas. As coisas por dentro são um mistério tão grande como por fora, dizias tu, não vale de nada descobri-las. E não há maneira de saber onde estamos. Que aquilo tudo por onde passava, que fazia todos os dias, não podia ser senão outra coisa, o inverso do possível. Que caía como uma pedra depois de ensaiar o primeiro voo."

Pedro Paixão, "Saudades de Nova Iorque"

Magnetic Fields - I don't want to get over you

I don't want to get over you. I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will and not have to go through what I go through. I guess I should take Prozac, right, and just smile all night at somebody new, Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind who would try to get you off my mind. I could leave this agony behind which is just what I'd do if I wanted to, but I don't want to get over you cause I don't want to get over love. I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist and not have to dream of what I dream of; I could listen to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough, or I could make a career of being blue--I could dress in black and read Camus, smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream but I don't want to get over you.

Uma dúvida, duas dúvidas... tretas!

"Houve um tempo em que as palavras eram tão poucas que nem sequer as tínhamos para expressar algo tão simples como esta é a minha boca ou essa boca é tua e muito menos para perguntar porque é que temos as bocas juntas."

Love Hurts - Love Really Hurts

É trabalho de João Pombeiro e gostei particularmente destes.

Achei bonito.

O Tigre e a Neve

You Can Never Hold Back Spring - Tom Waits



You can never hold back spring
You can be sure that I will never
Stop believing
The blushing rose will climb
Spring ahead or fall behind
Winter dreams the same dream
Every time

You can never hold back spring
Even though you've lost your way
The world keeps dreaming of spring

So close your eyes
Open you heart
To one who's dreaming of you
You can never hold back spring
Baby

Remember everything that spring
Can bring
You can never hold back spring

Ikavoida

sem música, só eu

ultimamente tenho feito uma série de asneiras. tenho sido bruta, ou desprezado amigos que não merecem. tenho sido caprichosa e só faço o que me faz sentir bem, sem pensar em mais ninguém. só eu interesso, só o que eu quero fazer na altura, só o que me faz sentir uma alegria momentanea que me leva a esquecer o que realmente interessa. fui estupidamente infantil com musiquinhas de amor e respectivas frases que lhe seguiam. isto não tem nada a ver com a pessoa, tirar o que já cá tinha posto. não é que me envergonhe do que sinto ou deixo de sentir, mas envergonho-me da forma como expus isso. sem pensar em mim, sem pensar na pessoa em questão e principalmente sem pensar no nuno com quem passei os últimos sete anos da minha vida.
já muitas vezes quis deixar de aqui pôr coisas, porque na realidade não encontro razão para isto. agarro-me a esta coisa de A LONGA NOITE DOS TEMPOS e não querer fechar porque tem um significado especial para mim. mas por agora, não encontro nenhum motivo para continuar. quando estiver calma. quando tudo estiver resolvido e me puder dar ao luxo de despender tempo da minha vida a um blog, talvez volte. agora não sinto que deva continuar.

"Passo o tempo a perder-me. Páro, penso e tomo fôlego para ir mais além. Tem sido sempre assim, antes era a bola e o arco, agora é o tempo que me foge."

New Order - Temptation

Heaven, a gateway, a hope
Just like a feeling inside, it's no joke
And though it hurts me to treat you this way
Betrayed by words, I'd never heard, too hard to say
Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home.

Each way I turn, I know I'll always try
To break this circle that's been placed around me
From time to time, I find I've lost some need
That was urgent to myself, I do believe
Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home.

Oh, you've got green eyes
Oh, you've got blue eyes
Oh, you've got gray eyes
Oh, you've got green eyes
Oh, you've got blue eyes
Oh, you've got gray eyes
And I've never seen anyone quite like you before
No, I've never met anyone quite like you before
Thoughts from above hit the people down below
People in this world, we have no place to go
Oh, it's the last time
Oh, I've never met anyone quite like you before

The Rest - Innocent Fools

If I come home tonight
I’m gonna get drunk and high.
I’m coming home tonight,
I’m gonna get drunk and high

You say goodnight
I think goodbye
Oh darling you might as well
Have left me right behind

You say goodnight
I think goodbye
Oh darling you might as well
Have left me right behind

Stop sleeping in the same bed
Stop waiting up for her
And don’t hung on for those innocent fools

Stop sleeping in the same bed
Stop waiting up for her
And don’t hung on for those innocent fools

I've hope you’ll wait up for me
I've hope you’ll wait up for me
Wait up… waiting up for me
On the roof top
I shouldn’t dreaming
Dreaming

Stop sleeping in the same bed
Stop waiting up for her
And don’t hung on for those innocent fools
Wait up… waiting up for me
On the roof top
I shouldn’t dreaming

Maybe that’s it
Maybe I should forget
Maybe I should throw it all away
Maybe I’ll be better
If I didn’t think

Maybe that’s it
Maybe I should forget
Maybe I should throw it all way
Maybe I’ll be better
If I didn’t think
If I didn’t think

Stealing Beauty

I wait
I wait so patiently.
I'm as quiet as a cup.
I hope you'll come and rattle me.
Quick!
Come wake me up.

(não que tenha sido o que eu fiz. esperar pacientemente. mas é o que pretendo, porque sinto e já não sei mais o que fazer. tenho consciência que esta coisa de pôr músicas com frases é extremamente infantil e imaturo. pareço uma garota com doze ou treze anos que escreve bilhetes em papéis pequeninos, só que em vez de os queimar como a menina do filme em questão fazia, resolvi espetar com eles num blog, o que não é muito inteligente da minha parte. estava tão feliz que só me apetecia gritar ao mundo)

sem música, só eu

Sou tola. O que sinto agora, pensava que já não existia. Analiso demais. Penso demais. Vivo ao máximo, e quero tudo. Logo. Quero tudo logo. Tenho paciência e espero, porque sei que vale a pena. Sinto-me tola e apaixonada. Há tanto tempo que não me sentia assim. Há sete anos precisamente. Não que não tivesse gostado do nuno com tudo o que me era possível, mas esta coisa. Esta coisa que sinto agora. Este sentimento imaturo e que se prolonga tampa atrás de tampa, que se renova com pequenas coisas. Sinto-me feliz só por sentir isto. Ele pode até nem querer nada comigo, mas só por sentir isto, parece que me descobri. Finalmente sei tudo o que quero para a minha vida, e tudo o que fazer para o obter. Sinto-me feliz demais, e não interessa se ele quer ou não. Se quiser, é o melhor do mundo. Se não, não há mal. Vou ser feliz na mesma. Mas quero-o. Quero-o tanto. Mas agora o mais importante é fazer por mim. Fazer tudo por mim. Ter os meus amigos, a minha casa. A minha vida. Tenho tudo para ser feliz, e sou.

Talking Heads - Naive Melody

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh

( só insistimos e lutamos a sério por quem queremos, ou pelo que queremos, se estivermos dispostos a cair de chapa, a bater com a cara no chão caso a coisa não corra bem. eu estou. por isso continuo a querer ir com a maior calma que me é permitida. e eu sou impulsiva! mas nunca me pareceu tão bom ir devagar. delirar com coisas pequenas como encostar mãos, ou fazer festinhas. sinto-me adolescente. e é tão bom sentir-me assim por ti. sem medo de partir a cara. sem medo de cair de chapa. pelo menos não o suficiente que me faça parar e cruzar os braços.)

Lisa Ekdahl - Rivers of Love

This night
I awoke
Out from dreams
Of tall cascading fountains
Of love
I'm floating like a dove
Covered from above
With fountains of love

And you
Fly with me
Through a scene
Of deep caressing rivers
Of love
Soft as a dove
It's you i'm dreaming of
With rivers of love

Flowing from above
Knowing only of
Rivers of love

("It's you I'm dreaming of with rivers of love")

OMD - Talking Loud and Clear

Talking loud and clear
saying just what I feel
lying in the grass
with the sun on our backs
it doesn't really matter
what we do or what we say
with every little movement
we give ourselves away

Opposite and opposite
decisions are reversed
facing one another
with words that couldn't hurt
with every little word
you're getting closer to me
talking loud and clear
saying just what we feel today

Talking loud and clear
saying just what we feel
lying in the grass
we've got time on our hands
body next to body
with silence all around
we understand each other
but didn't make a sound

Promises and promises
of vows we shall return
facing one another
I thought my heart would burn
you turn to move away
but then get closer to me
talking loud and clear
saying just what we feel today

(fazes-me sorrir sozinha. quando leio o que escreves, depois de estar contigo, ou depois de falarmos. fazes-me adormecer com um sorriso)

Obadiah Parker - Hey Ya

My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know for sure
But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me
Walk out the door
Can't stand to fight the feeling
Because the thought alone is killing me right now
Thank god for mom and dad
For sticking two together
'Cause we don't know how.

And, Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya

You think you've got it
Ohh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it
Till' there's nothing at all.
We get together
Oh, we get together
But seperate's always better when there's feelings involved.
If what they say is "Nothing is forever"
Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes,
Love the exception?
So why you, why you
Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial
When we know we're not happy here

And, Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya

Hey, alright now
Alright now fellas
Now what's cooler than being cool?
Ice Cold
I can't hear you
I say what's cooler than being cool?
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright,
Ok now ladies
And we gonna break this thing down in just a few seconds here
Now don't have me break it down for nothing
Now I wanna see y'all on y'alls baddest behavior
Lend me some sugar,
I am your neighbor

Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it,
Shake it like a Polaroid picture
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it,

And, Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya
Hey Ya

(já há muito tempo que não encontrava uma cover tão bonita como esta)

Cat Power/Karen Elson - I love you (me either)

(eu até comecei por ouvir the hives, the white stripes, e coisas assim mais fortes, para ver se saía desta lamechice, mas parece que não funcionou. nada se adequava ao estado de espírito actual, e parece que até futura desilusão, é por aqui que vou andar, na lamechice brega)

Cat Power - Lived in Bars

we've lived in bars
and danced on the tables
hotels trains and ships that sail
we swim with sharks
and fly with aeroplanes in the air

send in the trumpets
the marching wheelchairs
open the blankets and give them some air
swords and arches bones and cement
the lights and the dark of the innocent of men

we know your house so very well
and we will wake you once we've walked up
all your stairs

there's nothing like living in a bottle
and nothing like ending it all for the world
we're so glad you will come back
every living lion will lay in your lap
the kid has a homecoming the champion the horse
who's gonna play drums guitar or gorgan with chorus
as far as we've walked from both of ends of the sand
never have we caught a glimpse of this man

we know your house so very well
and we will bust down your door if you're not there

we've lived in bars
and danced on tables
hotels trains and ships that sail
we swim with sharks
and fly with aeroplanes out of here
out of here

The Kinks - Living in the Thin Line

All the stories have been told
Of kings and days of old,
But there's no England now.
All the wars that were won and lost
Somehow don't seem to matter very much anymore.
All the lies we were told,
All the lies of the people running round,
They're castles have burned.
Now I see change,
But inside we're the same as we ever were.

Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Living this way, each day is a dream.
What am I, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?

Now another century nearly gone,
What are we gonna leave for the young?
What we couldn't do, what we wouldn't do,
It's a crime, but does it matter?
Does it matter much, does it matter much to you?
Does it ever really matter?
Yes, it really, really matters.

Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?

Now another leader says
Break their hearts and break some heads.
Is there nothing we can say or do?
Blame the future on the past,
Always lost in blood and guts.
And when they're gone, it's me and you.

Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line.

(a situação em que esta música aparece nos Sopranos, que é sem sombra de dúvida a melhor série do mundo, não é esta. mas foi nos Sopranos que eu a ouvi pela primeira vez e gostei logo)

Mazzy Star - Look on Down From the Bridge

Look on down from the bridge
There's still fountains down there
Look on down from the bridge
Its still raining, up here

Everybody seems so far away from me
Everybody just wants to be free
Look away from the sky
Its no different when you're leaving home

I can't be the same thing to you now
I'm just gone, just gone
How could I say goodbye
How could I say goodbye
Goodbye

Maybe I'll just place my hands over you
And close my eyes real tight
There's a light in your eyes
And you know, yeah, you know
Look on down from the bridge
I'm still waiting for you

(e se descobres esta tasca antes do tempo, mas valia ter escrito na cabeça com lápis dos olhos: gosto de ti. ou assim qualquer coisa desse género. mas gosto, caramba!)

Clicks

Johnny Cash - Ring of Fire

Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire


(eu admito que gostas mais de Johnny Cash do que eu, e admito também que sabes mais sobre ele, mas eu ganho nesta música)

Otis Redding - Let Me Be Good to You

Baby, let me be good to you
I’ll do anything you want me to
Your love has brought me around
Every time I was feeling down
But I’m so glad you give me everything I got
Now it's my time
Baby, let me be good to you
Now sit in your easy chair
What you want—I’ll bring it there
Even good can be better
Here’s my love on a silver platter
Take it all
Baby, let me be good to you
Here it is—take it all
And don’t be shy
You need your alibi
I want to do it
Baby, let me be good to you
Here it is, girl
I just want you to just take me all
Don’t want you to be shy, Carla
You don’t need no alibi
Baby, let me be good to you
Baby, let me…I want to be good to you


(clicks e festinhas na cara)

LCD Soundsystem - All My Friends

That's how it starts.
We go back to your house.
We check the charts,
And start to figure it out.

And if it's crowded, all the better,
because we know we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay.
That's how it starts.

And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.

And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
and I still don't wanna stagger home.
Then it's the memory of our betters
that are keeping us on our feet.

You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends again.

You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
yeah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend.

It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in.

Though when we're running out of the drugs
and the conversation's winding away.
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
for another five years of lies.

You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can,
and the next ten people who are trying to be polite.
When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France,
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?

And to tell the truth.
Oh, this could be the last time.
So here we go,
like a sail's force into the night

And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
on the road, there's always this.
And if I'm sewn into submission,
I can still come home to this.

And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand,
you can sleep on the plane or review what you said.
When you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks
you think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."

Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand,
you look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop.
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said,
and you always knew you were tired, but then,
where are your friends tonight?

Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight


(perguntaste quanto dava a LCD Soundsystem, e dei 4 ou 5... só? só 4 ou 5?! pensei pôr a música que estava a dar, mas gosto mais desta)

New Order - True Faith

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not there
And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun.

When I was a very small boy
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we've grown up together
They're afraid of what they see
That's the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun.

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
The chances are we've gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I fear you've left me standing
In a world that's so demanding
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun.


(porque a resposta certa é New Order)

Thomas Feiner & Anywhen - For Now

Getting close by going far away
Going far by staying here
To the kind of place
Where loneliness ‘s travelling best
Leaving ill and well alone
If all fails
All fails
Let the clock strike upon this resting hour

For now
For now
Leaving point despair
Leaving point hope

Getting lost to find a way back home
Getting back by letting go
Make another thought fall
In the flow of things
And death is just a breath away
But so is life
Saying this, but knowing not
Which scares the most

For now
For now
Leaving point despair
Leaving point hope

Whatever worry
running through the veins
When you go, we go
Whatever worry
Raise the flair
When you’re there
You’re there
Getting close
Abandoning point home
Leaving point despair
Looking up from the rush of things
in the point of life
that is now
a point of life
For now


(com umas semanitas de atraso, mas aqui vai. das músicas que me mostraste esta é a minha preferida, mas há outras que gosto, um dia mais tarde ponho aqui)

Parabéns

Faz hoje um ano que a Laurinha nasceu. Nem sei o que dizer. É linda a sobrinha mais querida do mundo. E são lindos os papás dela que a mimam e a educam como deve ser. Parabéns à minha sobrinha Laura que faz hoje um aninho. E parabéns ao Pedro e à Patrícia que têm a maior sorte do mundo.

Long Nights - Eddie Vedder - Into the Wild OST

Have no fear
For when I'm alone
I'll be better off than I was before

I've got this light
I'll be around to grow
Who I was before
I cannot recall

Long nights allow me to feel...
I'm falling...I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground
Ah...

I'll take this soul that's inside me now
Like a brand new friend
I'll forever know

I've got this light
And the will to show
I will always be better than before

Long nights allow me to feel...
I'm falling...I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I'm falling
I am falling safely to the ground

Franz Ferdinand - Katherine Kiss Me

Katherine kiss me
Slippy little lips will split me
Split me where your eye won't hit me
Yes, I love you
I mean, I- I'd love to get to know you

Sometimes I say the stupid things
I think
I mean, I- sometimes think the stupidest things

Do you ever wonder
How the boy feels

Katherine kiss me
Flick your cigarette then kiss me
Flick your eyes at mine so briefly
Your leather jacket lies in sticky pools of cider blackberry

You glance a ricochet from every alpha male behind me
Eyes
Like marbles on a washing machine

I wonder
How the boy feels

Katherine kiss me
In the alleyway by Jakey's
Jack in the sodium light
Yes, I love you
I mean, I- I mean, I- need to love

And though your opened eyes stare
Bored upon the overflowing pipes above me
Tonight
I don't mind
Because I never wonder
How the girl feels

Ornatos Violeta - Chaga

foi como entrar foi como arder, para ti nem foi viver, foi mudar o mundo sem pensar em mim. mas o tempo até passou e és o que ele me ensinou, uma chaga pra lembrar que há um fim.
diz sem querer poupar meu corpo eu já não sei quem te abraçou. diz que eu não senti teu corpo sobre o meu. quando eu cair, eu espero ao menos que olhes para trás diz que não te afastas de algo que é também teu. não vai haver um novo amor tão capaz e tão maior para mim será melhor assim. vê como eu quero eu vou tentar sem matar o nosso amor não achar que o mundo é feito para nós. foi como entrar foi como arder, para ti nem foi viver, foi mudar o mundo sem pensar em mim. mas o tempo até passou e és o que ele me ensinou, uma chaga pra lembrar que há um fim
uma chaga pra lembrar que há um fim.

The Rest - Modern Time Travel

Joy Division - She's Lost Control

Miguel Mendez

Descobri na net, mas a única música que arranjei no youtube, para aqui pôr, foi esta.



Mas aqui há mais e melhor. Soa um bocadinho a Magnetic Fields, mas é muito muito bom.

The Strokes - Heart in a Cage

Well I don't feel better
When I'm fucking around
And I don't write better
When I'm stuck in the ground
So don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn

Oh the heart beats in its cage

I don't want what you want
I don't feel what you feel
See I'm stuck in a city
But I belong in a field

Yeah we got left, left, left, left, left, left, left,
Now it's three in the morning and
You're eating alone

Oh the heart beats in its cage

All our friends they're laughing at us
All of those you loved, you mistrust
Help me, I'm just not quite myself
Look around there's no one else left
I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd
Guess I got too excited when I thought you were around

Oh, he gets left, left, left, left, left, left, left

I'm sorry you were thinking I would steal your fire
Oh the heart beats in its cage
Yes the heart beats in its cage
Alright

And the heart beats in its cage.

Porque hoje é Sábado

ora aqui está. houve alguém que conseguiu explicar melhor, o que tenho andado a pensar nos ultimos tempos: "ando farta de me ouvir".

The Hives - A Little More for a Little You

Joy Division - Disorder

Sean Riley & the Slowriders - Let Them Good Times Roll

"I'm gonna go outside and let them good times roll. Got them drinks, got them records, let's rock and roll. My friend is in trouble, he's lost in the woods, I've been there once and it ain't good. The clock is ticking, you better move. You can either win or lose, better take a look around before you choose. What you choose to do, well, it's up to you, some were one night stands, others would die for you. - It's such a hard thing to do, all the things you're going through, but don't worry, I'm with you - Well... That's love, what can you do? The last time you were out of love, so were all your friends, but we stuck together man, until the end. Now we all expect the same from life, still looking for the two wrongs that will make one right. That's why you left her, and that's why i'm here, got something to tell you, hope you still can hear. I hope you still have time, hope I'm not too late, only fools come across a man and his fate. So listen to what I say, nevermind what I did, search for nothing at all and you will find all that you need. Love will come your way, faster than a heartbeat, don't put too much time into it, just follow your feet. You'll find one to keep, just follow your feet."

Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits

E se Obama fosse africano?

encontrei este texto audio, escrito e lido pelo Mia Couto, e gostei. sei que parece um link estranho, mas experimentem copiar e colar numa nova janela para ouvir, a mim abria com o windows media player. se não der... eu encontrei na página da rtp, logo ao início, do lado direito.

mms://195.245.168.21/rtpfiles/audio/wavrss/info/internacional/35464_25282.wma

Sean Riley & the Slowriders - Harry Rivers

Sopranos!!!!

Eu sabia que mais tarde ou mais cedo ia sair... só espero que traga uma pistola como brinde!

I've got you under my skin

Juno

Dancemos no mundo...

Before the Sunrise

eu quase amei
a forma como tu mentias
limpando os pés ao meu sorriso
é claro que achas que eu não presto
é claro que achas que eu não sirvo.

foi no teu amor que algo se perdeu
foi no teu amor não no meu

eu quase amei
a forma como tu me vias
logo eu amo outra pessoa
eu não me importa se eu não presto
eu tenho planos para lá de mim
e tu és só o que eu te empresto.

foi no teu amor que algo se perdeu
foi o teu amor, não no meu.

2HB

Tears Dry on Their Own

"It Ain't me, Babe"

Lay Lady Lay - Bob Dylan

Napoleão

dorme bem pequenino

Laura Cardoso Pinto

tão pequenina e tão cheia de tudo de bom que há no mundo...
a minha sobrinha

Parc Guell

Primeiras Fotografias em Barcelona - First Pictures in Barcelona

eu e a Caetana num edifício do Mies van der Rohe
me and Caetana at Mies van der Rohe building

Nuno, eu e a Caetana num edifício do Mies van der Rohe
Nuno, me and Caetana at Mies van der Rohe building

eu e Barcelona de um teleférico
me and Barcelona from a ferry cable

Caetana em Montjuïc
Caetana at Montjuïc

Nuno e eu num teleférico em Montjuïc

Nuno and me in a ferry cable in Montjuïc

Milan!!!

You Belong in Milan

Stylish and sophisticated, you want to enjoy a truly European life - away from tourists! Milan fits you perfectly. Great shopping, high quality food, lots of culture... with very little hype.

What European City Do You Belong In?

I knew it!!! I should start thinking about that, seriously!