The Call Up

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die!
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill!

For he who will die
Is he who will kill

Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields
Over Kiev and down to the sea

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die!
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill!

All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die!
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill!

For he who will die
Is he who will kill

There is a rose that I want to live for
Although, God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance an' I should be with her
There is a town - unlike any other

It's up to you not to hear the call-up
'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who give you work an' why should you do it?
At fifty five minutes past eleven
There is a rose...
Yeah!

(The Clash)

After I Made Love To You

Eloquent, I soon retire
To nothing else I may aspire
After I've made love to you

In the dark I see you glisten
To your breath I lay and listen
After I've made love to you

In your arms I'm softly resting
Memories of you undressing
And your lips my final blessing
I never knew

The embrace that I'd been lacking
Has been found with kisses smacking
And two bodies there attacking
I and you

Baby, why don't we feel guilty?
Why's it seem we're doing right
When we're doing something filthy
In a rented room tonight?

I think it's 'cause we love the now
We love forever love and how
And my life's your love anyway
And your life's my love everyday

You are mine oh now forever
Think of you always wherever
After I've made love to you
After I've made love to you

(Bonnie Prince Billy)

Lenga Lenga

Tenho uma roca de pau de figueira
Diz a minha mãe que não sou fiandeira
Diz meu pai Casar, casar
Diz a minha mãe que não tem que me dar
Diz meu pai que me dá uma cabra
Diz a minha mãe que a danada é brava
Diz meu pai Nós a amansaremos

Tenho um tear de madeira de pinho
Diz a minha mãe Não é de estopa nem de linho
Diz meu pai Casar, casar
Diz a minha mãe que não tenho enxoval
Diz meu pai Que me dá uma leira
Diz a minha mãe que não sou lavradeira
Diz meu pai Nós a amanharemos

Tenho dois fusos de ferro coado
Diz a minha mãe que não os dê de fiado
Diz meu pai Casar, casar
Diz a minha mãe que não tenho lençóis
Diz meu pai Que mos compra depois
Diz a minha mãe que depois já é tarde
Diz meu pai Nós a esconderemos

Toca gaiteiro que nós dançaremos

(Gaiteiros de Lisboa)

I've Been Losing You

It wasn’t the rain that washed away

Rinsed out the colours of your eyes
Putting the gun down on the bedside table
I must have realised

It wasn’t the rain that made no difference
And I could have sworn it wasn’t me
Yet I did it all so coldly, almost slowly
Plain for all to see

Oh c’mon please now
Talk to me
Tell me; things I could find helpful
How can I stop now

Is there nothing I can do
I have lost my way
I’ve been losing you

I can still hear our screams competing
You’re hissing your s’s like a snake
Now in the mirror stands
Half a man I thought no one could break

It wasn’t the rain
That made no difference
Nervously drumming on: run away
But I want the guilt to get me
Thoughts to wreck me
Preying on my mind

So, please now
Talk to me
Tell me things I could find helpful
For how can I stop now?
Is there nothing I can do
I have lost my way
I’ve been losing you

(A-Ha)

Summer Mood

Walking away
Talking all day
I want you
I want you

But there's something about the summer
There's something about the summer
There's something about the summer

Walking away
Talking all day
I can't stand this
I can't stand this

But there's something about the summer
There's something about the summer
Something about the summer
Something about the summer

That makes me moody
That makes me moody

(Best Coast)

Há Dias Assim

Há dias assim
dias d'alma vaga
tão perto de Deus
tão longe de mim
sem horas boas nem más
sem horas sequer
apenas vazio na alma
apenas dias assim

Há dias assim
feitos de silêncio
com a voz de Deus
a soar em mim
dias sem risos nem choro
sem horas sequer
apenas silêncio d'ouro
apenas dias assim

(Rádio Macau)

On And Ever Onward

(Dirty Projectors + Björk)

Paris, Texas

(Carlos Bica + Matéria-Prima)

Revenge

Pain
I guess it's a matter of sensation
But somehow
You have ways of avoiding it all

In my mind
I have shot you and stabbed you through your heart
I just didn't understand
The ricochet is the second part

Cause you can't hide
What you intend
It glows in the dark
Once you've sought
The path of revenge
There's no way to stop
And the more I try to hurt you
The more that it hurts me

Strange
It seems like a character mutation
Though I have all the means
of bringing you fuckers down
I can't make myself
To destroy upon command
Somehow forgiveness
lets the evil make a loss

No you can't hide
What you intend
It glows in the dark
Once we become
The thing we dread
There's no way to stop
And the more I try to hurt you
The more it backfires
The more it backfires
The more that it backfires

(Danger Mouse + Sparklehorse + David Lynch + The Flaming Lips)