domingo, novembro 29, 2009

Cosmic Love

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

(Florence + The Machine)



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sexta-feira, novembro 27, 2009

Sete Mares

Tem mil anos uma história
de viver a navegar
Há mil anos de memórias a contar
ai, cidade á beira-mar
azul

Se os mares são só sete
há mais terra do que mar
Voltarei amor com a força da maré
ai, cidade à beira-mar
ao Sul

Hoje
Num vento do Norte
Fogo de outra sorte
Sigo para o Sul
Sete mares

Foram tantas as tormentas
que tivemos de enfrentar
Chegarei amor na volta da maré
ai, troquei-te por um mar
ao Sul

Hoje
Num vento do Norte
fogo de outra sorte
Sigo para o Sul
Sete mares

(Sétima Legião)



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quinta-feira, novembro 26, 2009

Re: Stacks

This my excavation and today is kumran

Everything that happens is from now on

This is pouring rain

This is paralyzed



I keep throwing it down two-hundred at a time

It's hard to find it when you knew it

When your money's gone

And you're drunk as hell



On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load

In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load

In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load



I've twisting to the sun I needed to replace

The fountain in the front yard is rusted out

All my love was down

In a frozen ground



There's a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed

And he's dangling my keys he even fakes a toss

Whatever could it be

That has brought me to this loss?



On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load

In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load

In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load



This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization

It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away

Your love will be


(Bon Iver)



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quarta-feira, novembro 25, 2009

La Superbe

On Reste Dieu Merci à la merci
d'un conifere,
D'un silence inédit,
D'une seule partie de jambe en l'air,
Le soleil est assis,du mauvais coté de la mer, quelle aventure, quelle aventure..
On Reste Dieu Merci à la merci
d'un abri bus,
Ne reste pas ici, On entend
Sonner l'angelus
Le soleil est joli,
Plus triste que le cirque Gruss
quelle aventure, quelle aventure..

On Reste Dieu Merci à la merci
d'un engrenage,
D'un verre de Campari,
du bon vouloir de l'équipage,
Paris est si petit quand on le regagne
à la nage,quelle aventure, quelle aventure..


On Flane, On flaire,
On flaire la flamme singulière..
On gagne,on perd
On perd la gagne, La Superbe...

On Reste Dieu Merci à la merci
de l'amour crasse,
D'un simple démenti,
D'une mauvaise vie,
D'une mauvaise passe
Le silence est aussi pesant,
qu'un porte avion qui passe,
quelle aventure, quelle aventure..

On Reste Dieu Merci à la merci
d'un sacrifice,
D'une mort à credit,
D'un préjugé né d'un préjudice,
Le soleil s'enfuit,
comme un savon soudain qui glisse,
quelle aventure, quelle aventure..

On Flane, On flaire,
On flaire la flamme singulière..
On gagne,on perd
On perd la gagne, La Superbe...

On Reste Dieu Merci à la merci
d'un hopital,
Du plafond décrepit,
Qu'on observe à l'horizontal,
Le soleil est parti,
la neige tombe sur les dalles,
quelle aventure, quelle aventure..

On Reste Dieu Merci à la merci
d'un lampadaire,
D'une douleur endormie,
D'un chaste spleen un soir d'hiver,
La Vieillesse ennemie,
Reste la seule pierre angulaire
quelle aventure, quelle aventure..

On Flane, On flaire,
On flaire la flamme familière..
On gagne,on perd
On perd la gagne, La Superbe...
On Reste Dieu Merci à la merci
d'une étincelle,
Quelque pars à Paris,
Au fin fond du bar d'un hotel,
Dès la prochaine vie,
Je rêve de se rester fidèle,
quelle aventure, quelle aventure..

La Superbe, La Superbe, La Superbe

(Benjamin Biolay)



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segunda-feira, novembro 23, 2009

My Mistakes Were Made For You

About as subtle as an earthquake I know,
My mistakes were made for you
And in the backroom of a bad dream she came
And whisked me away enthused
And it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill,
The fact is that it probably will hit something
On the hazardous terrain

And we're just following the flock around
And in-between,
Before we're smashed to smithereens
Like they were
Then we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help but spit them out,
Innocence and arrogance entwined,
In the filthiest of minds.

She was bitten on her birthday and now,
A face in the crowd she's not
And I suspect that now forever the shape she
Came to escape is forgot.
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting and give
Her less than everything,
Around your crooked conscience she will wind.

(The Last Shadow Puppets)



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sexta-feira, novembro 20, 2009

Inní Mér Syngur Vitleysingur

Á silfur-á
Lýsir allan heiminn og augun blá
Skera stjörnuhiminn
Ég óska mér og loka nú augunum
Já gerðu það, nú rætist saga
Ó nei

Á stjörnuhraða
Inni í hjarta springur, flugvélarbrak
Oní jörðu syngur
Ég óska mér og loka nú augunum
Já gerðu það, lágfara dans
Allt gleymist í smásmá stund og rætist samt
Opna augun
Ó nei

Minn besti vinur hverju sem dynur
Ég kyngi tári og anda hári
Illum látum, í faðmi grátum
Þegar að við hittumst
Þegar að við kyssumst
Varirnar brenndu, höldumst í hendur
Ég sé þig vakinn
Ég sé þig nakinn
Inní mér syngur vitleysingur
Alltaf þið vaða, við hlaupum hraðar
Allt verður smærra
Ég öskra hærra
Er er við aða, í burtu fara

Minn besti vinur hverju sem dynur
Illum látum, í faðmi grátum
Ég kyngi tári og anda hári
Þegar að við hittumst
Þegar að við kyssumst
Varirnar brenndu, höldumst í hendur
Ég sé þig vakinn
Ég sé þig nakinn
Inní mér syngur vitleysingur

(Sigur Rós)



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quarta-feira, novembro 18, 2009

Rain Dance




(The Very Best featuring M.I.A.)



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terça-feira, novembro 17, 2009

A Penumbra

Uma noite em claro estou, eu não sei rezar
Pensamento inútil vou tentar-me anular
Fiquei triste, triste sou, eu não sei rezar

Vem que a alma se afunda
Nesta imensa penumbra
Que a noite me está morrendo
Que a noite me está morrendo

Minha noite um brilho tem, um sinal plebeu
Não tenho malícia mãe, o descuido é teu
O amor não se nega nem a quem nega o seu

Uma noite em claro estou a saber de mim
À flor da minh’alma sou princípio do fim
Quem me prendeu, quem me amou
Não cuidou de mim


(Ana Moura)



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segunda-feira, novembro 16, 2009

In Chains

The way you move
Has got me yearning
The way you move
Has left me burning
I know you know what you're doing to me
I know my hands will never be free
I know what it's like to be
In chains

The way you move
Is meant to haunt me
The way you move
To tempt and taunt me
I know you knew on the day you were born
I know somehow I should've been warned
I know I walk every midnight to dawn
In chains

In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains

You've got me dying for you
It's you that I'm living through
You've got me praying to you
Saying to you anything you want me to
You've got me reaching for you
My souls beseeching me too
You've got me singing to you
Bringing to you anything you ask me to

The way you move
Is mesmerizing
The way you move
Is hypnotizing
I know I crumble when you are around
Stutter, mumble, a pitiful sound
Stagger, stumble, shackled and bound
In chains

In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains

You've got me dying for you
It's you that I'm living through
You've got me praying to you
Saying to you anything you want me to
You've got me reaching for you
My souls beseeching me too
You've got me singing to you
Bringing to you anything you ask me to

I'm in chains

In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains
In chains, I'm in chains

(Depeche Mode)



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sexta-feira, novembro 13, 2009

These Boots Are Made For Walking

You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!

(The Legendary Tiger Man com Maria de Medeiros)





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quarta-feira, novembro 11, 2009

Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow

Where is Mona?
She's long gone
Where is Mary?
She's taken her along
But they haven't put their mittens on
And there's fifteen feet of pure white snow?

Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it's getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Would you please put down that telephone
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow

I waved to my neighbour
My neighbour waved to me
But my neighbour
Is my enemy
I kept waving my arms
Till I could not see
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anybody here who feels this low?
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord

Doctor, Doctor
I'm going mad
This is the worst day
I've ever had
I can't remember
Ever feeling this bad
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!

(Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)



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terça-feira, novembro 10, 2009

Palavras

Mais uma vez abro os olhos p'ra ver o mundo acordar,
um silêncio perfeito, desfeito num balançar.
quem me dera ficar para sempre no outro lado,
num sono profundo completamente isolado,
viveria num sonho entre paisagens brutais,
porque a vida cá fora por vezes é dura demais
quanto mais, sempre mais, tempo passa,
então eu sigo em frente seja para o bem ou p'rá desgraça.
lentamente, pé ante pé vou à janela,
uma infindável paisagem parece caber numa tela.
o odor da manhã e do mar, a sensação familiar,
elementos suficientes para nos fazer recordar:
pequenos momentos gravados na memória,
pequenos pormenores que mudaram a minha história,
essencial recordar o que foi mau, o que foi bom
aproveita a vida, relaxa curte o som.

foram anos e anos, perdidos acho... bazamos
mas por enquanto pesamos, naquilo que acreditamos,
uma mudança na vida, três passos para começar devagar...
...fiquei no meu lugar.

espero que ouças, um dia o sol há-de voltar,
enquanto é noite põe as ideias no lugar.
ela prime o gatilho, és só mais um a passar
é essencial viveres a vida sem te deixares afundar.
sentimento real, fatal, distante, informal,
e permanência constante num estado artificial.
certo dia uma voz distante veio ter comigo,
num tom passivo mas alarmante, sussurrou-me ao ouvido:
- estás entre a vida e a morte, tal como o fogo e a água
dentro de ti contrasta a paz, a guerra, o amor e a mágoa,
olha para dentro e diz-me o que vês...
agora olha à tua volta... nasce outra vez.
tais palavras ecoaram, ficaram na minha mente
tenta encontrar um equilibrio, curte a vida, sê prudente,
tanto tempo que perdes, quanto mais tempo aguardas,
puros sentimentos traduzidos por palavras.

a paz, os sentimentos que traz e desfaz tanta miséria
que há na alma... com calma vou fazendo o meu caminho.

(Yellow W Van)





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sábado, novembro 07, 2009

Ready, Able

I’m gonna take a stab at this
Surely we’ll be alright
Make a decision with a kiss
Maybe I have frostbite
And when I shuffled on back home
I made sure all my tracks in the snow were gone
Tissue and bone it was a tryst
This isn’t a gunfight
Checking it off of my list
Unable to write
Five years, countless months and a loan

Hope I’m ready, able to make my own, good home

They go we go, I want you to know, what I did I did,
They go we go, I want you to know, what I did I did.

They go we go, I want you to know, what I did I did,
They go we go, I want you to know, what I did I did.

(Grizzly Bear)



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sexta-feira, novembro 06, 2009

U.N.L.O.




(Zen)






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quinta-feira, novembro 05, 2009

Filha de Duas Mães

filha de duas mães
adoro vesti-las de igual
tenho andado à tua procura
para te amar

sobre a mesa posta
sem nenhuma vaidade
ensinar-te-ei meu amor
a praticar a caridade

nunca direi saudade
ligo pouco ao que se diz
mas não levo muito a mal
a ideia de ser feliz

(A Naifa)





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terça-feira, novembro 03, 2009

Aboio




(Megafone)




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segunda-feira, novembro 02, 2009

23

23 seconds, all things we love will die
23 magic, if you can change your life

Your tainted heart, my tainted love, repent now
How many times ?
As long as you live, how many times ?
The world will go around

He was a friend of mine, he was a son of god ... he was a son of a gun

23 seconds, in you I see a chance
23 magic, if you change the name of love

Your crazy heart, my crazy love, repent now
How many times ? As long as you wish
How many times ? The world will go around
How many times ? As long as you want
How many times ? The world will go around

He was a friend of mine, he was a son of a gun ... he was a son of god

23

(Blonde Redhead)



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domingo, novembro 01, 2009

Little Tornado

Little tornado
Bane of the trailer park
Lifting houses to leave your mark

Little tornado
Noah can build his ark
But he will never disembark

Make it go faster
Baby go faster
Make it go twice the speed of you and me

Litter tornado
You and the hurricane
Close your eyes and go campaign

Make it go faster
Baby go faster
Make it go twice the speed of you and me

Oh, no, no we don't
No we don't know

Little tornado blew out the window pane
Left the inside to the rain

(Aimee Mann)



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