Low Division

No Sound but the Wind - LIVE

2010-11-18T12:14:00.005Z

Editors (2010 - Live at Rock Werchter)

Versão ao vivo com letra bastante alterada.
Performance vocal absolutamente fantástica.

We can never go home - We no longer have one
I'll help you carry the load - I'll carry you in my arms
We walk through the ash, and the charred remains of our country
Keep an eye on my back - I'll keep an eye on the road

Help me to carry the fire, to keep it alight together. Help me to carry the fire, this road won’t go on forever

If I say shut your eyes, if I say look away, bury your head in my shoulder - Think of a birthday

The things you put in your head -They won’t stay there forever
I'm trying hard to hide your soul, son, from things it's not meant to see

Help me to carry the fire, to keep it alight together. Help me to carry the fire, this road won’t go on forever

If I say shut your eyes, if I say shut your eyes. Bury me in surprise, when I say shut your eyes

Help me to carry the fire, to keep it alight together. Help me to carry the fire, this road won’t go on forever

The Leavers Dance

2010-10-10T23:38:00.001+01:00

The Veils (2004)

Berenice

My hands, my feet are worn
As much as yours are

Berenice
My hands, my feet are worn

As much as yours are

And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming

They still feel worlds apart

Berenice

Beneath it all you´re golden

And that´s all I´m feeding on

And though my head, my hands are growing colder

We move in circles now

Berenice

There´s no release at all
It´s not worth dying for

Berenice
My hands, my feet are worn
As much as yours are

Berenice
There´s no release at all
It´s not worth dying for
And it´s not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart

Berenice
There´s no release at all
That's worth us crying for
And though my needs and though my needs are now
´cause we all fall down

No Sound But the Wind

2010-09-22T14:07:00.000+01:00

Editors (2009)

We can never go home
We no longer have one

We can never go home
We no longer have one
I'll help you carry the load
I'll carry you in my arms
The kiss of the snow
The crescent moon above us
Our blood is cold
And we're alone
But I'm alone with you

Help me to carry the fire

We will keep it alight together

Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever

If I say shut your eyes

If I say look away

Bury your face in my shoulder

Think of a birthday
The things you put in your head

They will stay here forever

Our blood is cold

And we're alone, love

But I'm alone with you

Help me to carry the fire

We will keep it alight together

Help me to carry the fire

It will light our way forever

If I say shut your eyes
Bury me in surprise
Where I say shut your eyes

Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together

Help me carry the fire

It will light our way forever

Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool

2010-09-09T16:50:00.000+01:00

Editors (2010 - Live at studio Brussels)

I don't wanna be ignored, oh God, when I'm calling off this fight.
You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat, your blood drool attracts the flies.

I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her

I don't wanna be left out, or get fucked, but there's a talent in your lies.
You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat, your blood drool attracts the flies.

I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her,
A little bit for myself, don´t put a price on your health, I'll give a little to her.
I'll give a little to you, I'll give a little to him, I'll give a little to her.

Don't wait for the sun, your, your story's been spun.
These boys, they just wanna have fun.Your, your damage is done, is done.

I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her,
A little bit for myself, don´t put a price on your health, I'll give a little to her.
I'll give a little to you, I'll give a little to him, I'll give a little to her.

Jed´s Other Poem

2010-09-08T18:30:00.000+01:00

Grandaddy (2000)

This song serves as a eulogy for Jeddy-3, a humanoid robot built from spare parts. He is a recurring character on Grandaddy's record "The Sophtware Slump." According to Grandaddy before Jed's system crashed he wrote poems. Poems for no one.

Programmed entirely in Applesoft BASIC on a vintage 1979 Apple ][+ with 48K of RAM, a computer so old it has no hard drive or mouse and only types in capitals. The Jed source code is available for download making it the first open-source music video. Cinematography by Jeff Bernier.

I've been High

2010-08-17T18:35:00.001+01:00

R.E.M.(2001)

Have you seen?

Have not, will travel.

Have I missed the big reveal?

Do my eyes
Do my eyes seem empty?
I've forgotten how this feels.

I've been high
I've climbed so high
but life sometimes
it washes over me.

have you been?
have done, will travel.
I fell down on me knees.

was I wrong?
I don't know, don't answer.
I just needed to believe.

I've been high
I've climbed so high
but life sometimes
it washes over me.

so
I dive into a pool so cool and deep that if I sink I
sink
and when I swim I fly so high

what I want
what I really want is
just to live my life on high.

and I know
I know you want the same
I can see it in your eyes.

I've been high
I've climbed so high
but life sometimes
it washes over me.

washes over me
close my eyes so I can see
make my make-believe believe
in me.

The Boxer

2010-07-14T11:51:00.001+01:00

Editors(2009)

A bruised full moon play fights with the stars,
This place is our prison, it's cells are the bars

So take me to town, I want to dance with the city,

Show me something ugly, show me something pretty

Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,

The ring meets my face by the count of three

An unwanted sun pulls rank in the sky,
The boxer isn’t finished, he’s not ready to die,
I’m attracted to the light, I am attracted to the heat
It’s a violent night, there are boxers in the streets.
Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,
The ring meets my face by the count of three
Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,
The ring meets my face by the count of three
The ring meets my face, I'm a fallen oak tree

Dazed in the final count

Distant Sun

2010-07-02T18:10:00.000+01:00

Crowded House(1993)

"...Seven worlds will collide whenever I'm by your side
and the dust from a distant sun will shower over everyone..."

Tell me all the things you would change

I don't pretend to know what you want

when you come around and spin my top - time and again, time and again

No fire where I lit my spark - I am not afraid of the dark

Where your words devour my heart and put me to shame, put me to shame

Your seven worlds collide whenever I'm by your side

and the dust from a distant sun will shower over everyone

You still so young to travel so far, old enough to know who you are

wise enough to carry the scars without any blame,

there's no one to blame

It's easy to forget what you learned - waiting for the thrill to return
feeling your desire burn and drawn to the flame

Your seven worlds collide whenever I'm by your side
and the dust from a distant sun will shower over everyone

And I'm lying on the table, washed out in a flood
like a Christian fearing vengeance from above
I don't pretend to know what you want - but I offer love

Seven worlds will collide whenever I'm by your side
and the dust from a distant sun will shower over everyone

As time slips by...let your mind go anywhere it wants
Anywhere it wants. Let your mind....
As time slips by
Anywhere it wants, anywhere it wants, anywhere it wants

Meat is Murder

2010-06-16T17:16:00.006+01:00

The Smiths(1985)

Quem diria que o animal do Morrissey é vegetariano...
Pelos visto é, e desde os 11 anos.

A música é do álbum homónimo e acho-a simplesmente fantástica!

Heifer whines, could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder

And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It's death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder

And the calf that you carve with a smile - It is murder
And the turkey you festively slice - It is murder
Do you know how animals die?

Kitchen aromas aren't very homely
It's not "comforting", cheery or kind
It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench of murder

It's not "natural", "normal" or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savor the flavor of murder
No, no, no, it's murder
No, no, no, it's murder
Oh ... and who cares about animals life?

Canção do Desterro (Emigrantes)

2010-06-14T22:26:00.000+01:00

Zeca Afonso(1987)

"..Em terra alheia sei onde ficar
Eu sou como o vento - que foi e não veio..."

Vieram cedo, mortos de cansaço
Adeus amigos, não voltamos cá
O mar é tão grande e o mundo é tão largo
Maria Bonita, onde vamos morar

Na barcarola canta a Marujada:
- O mar que eu vi não é como o de lá
E a roda do leme e a proa molhada
Maria Bonita, onde vamos parar

Nem uma nuvem sobre as maré cheia
O Sete-Estrelo sabe bem onde ir
E a velha teimava e a velha dizia:
Maria Bonita, onde vamos cair

À beira de água me criei um dia
Remos e velas lá deixei a arder
Ao sol e ao vento, na areia da praia
Maria Bonita, onde vamos viver

Ganho a camisa, tenho uma fortuna
Em terra alheia sei onde ficar
Eu sou como o vento - que foi e não veio
Maria Bonita, onde vamos morar

Sino de bronze lá da minha aldeia
Toca por mim que estou para abalar
E a fala da velha, da velha matreira:
Maria Bonita, onde vamos penar

Vinham de longe, todos o sabiam
Não se importavam quem os vinha ver
E a velha teimava, e a velha dizia:
Maria Bonita onde vamos morrer

Emma

2010-06-05T00:40:00.005+01:00

Sisters of Mercy (1985)

Ao vivo no Royal Albert Hall naquele que é o mais emblemático concerto dos Sisters e eventualmente da cena gótica.

A música é uma cover de "Hot Chocolate" (banda de música de dança dos anos 70). Vale a pena, também, ver o original.

A Thousand Kisses Deep

2010-05-12T17:27:00.001+01:00

Leonard Cohen(2001)

The ponies run, the girls are young, the odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done - your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal with your invincible defeat
You live your life as if its real, a thousand kisses deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip into the masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive, and promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive, a thousand kisses deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow, the wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go, a thousand kisses deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against the limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left for scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck, I blessed our remnant fleet c
And then consented to be wrecked, a thousand kisses deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts that you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you, the file on you complete
Except what we forgot to do, a thousand kisses deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow, the wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go, a thousand kisses deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young, the odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done - your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal with your invincible defeat
You live your life as if its real, a thousand kisses deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip into the masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive, and promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive, a thousand kisses deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow, the wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go, a thousand kisses deep.

The Last Stand

2010-05-12T11:12:00.005+01:00

The Aloof(1996)

Second Skin

2010-05-04T17:27:00.002+01:00

The Chameleons(1983)

"...when you fail to make the connection, you know vital it is
when something slips through your fingers you know precious it is
And you reach the point when you know, it's only your second skin "

O que vale é que há sempre um backup para tudo, ou quase tudo...

One cold damp evening the world stood still
I watched as I held my breath a silhouette, I thought I knew,
Came through, someone spoke to me, whispered in my ear:
“This fantasy is for you. Fantasy's are in, this year”

My whole life flashed before my eyes
I thought “what they say is true”
I've shed my skin, and my disguise
And cold on the naked eye emerged from my cocoon
And a half remembered tune played softly in my head
He said…
He turns smiling...and said

I realize a miracle, is due
I dedicate this melody, to you
But is this the stuff dreams are made of?
If this is the stuff dreams are made of
No wonder I feel like I’m floating on air
No wonder I feel like I’m floating on air

Everywhere
Oh, it feels like I’m everywhere

Like when you fail to make the connection, you know vital it is
when something slips through your fingers you know precious it is
And you reach the point when you know
It's only your second skin, It's only your second skin

Something’s banging on my door

Like when you fail to make the connection, you know vital it is
Someone's banging on my door
Oh, when something slips through your fingers you know precious it is
Someone's banging on my door
And you reach the point when you know
Someone's banging on my door
It's only your second skin, It's only your second skin
Someone's banging on my door

Song to Say Goodbye

2010-04-20T23:32:00.007+01:00

Placebo (2007)

Estados catatónicos, todos temos. Uns mais que outros.

You are one of God's mistakes, you crying, tragic waste of skin
I'm well aware of how it aches, and you still won't let me in
Now I'm breaking down your door, to try and save your swollen face
Though I don't like you anymore, you lying, trying waste of space

My Oh My - a song to say goodbye

Before our innocence was lost, you were always one of those
Blessed with lucky sevens and the voice that made me cry

You were mother nature's son, someone to whom I could relate
Your needle and your damage done, remains a sordid twist of fate
Now I'm trying to wake you up, to pull you from the liquid sky
Because if I don't, we'll both end up with just your song to say goodbye.

Before our innocence was lost, you were always one of those
Blessed with lucky sevens and the voice that made me cry

It's a song to say goodbye

Something Changed

2010-04-12T23:21:00.008+01:00

Pulp (1996)

"Do you believe that there's someone up above?
And does he have a timetable directing acts of love?"

I wrote this song two hours before we met.
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet.
I could have stayed at home and gone to bed.
I could have gone to see a film instead.
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends.
Life could have been very different but then,
something changed.

Do you believe that there's someone up above?
And does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that one day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say.
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway.
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today.
Something changed.

When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing,
that in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met?
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead?
I don´t know but like you just said:
Something changed

Cathy

2010-04-07T15:10:00.008+01:00

Rodrigo Leão & Cinema Ensemble (2009)

Música com a participação de Neil Hannon, antigo vocalista dos Divine Comedy.

Curioso como toda a letra roda em torno de um nome: "Cathy"
Acho que nos sentimos mais próximos quando nos tratam pelo nosso nome.

I’d like to lodge a complaint… with a relevant authority
With each other’s where we ought to be, Cathy
I’m gonna right to the Times, sign it desperate at “Dolphin’s Barn”
Shouldn’t we be in each other’s arms, Cathy?

Cathy, it’s at times like these I wish I wrote like you,
You seem to bend your words to suit your needs,
You melt my heart with your imagery, but I don’t know
How to say it better, than darling since I met you
I haven’t been the same
And I don’t know, all the whys and wherefores
But you’re the one I care for and that will never change, Cathy

Oh, to be with you tonight, smoke a jay and drink a g and t,
Do whatever’s coming naturally, Cathy
Turn the sheets into sails
Turn the bed into a golden ship
Floating slowly down the Mississippi, Cathy.. Cathy
Cathy can you help me please, you put these things more poetically than me
I’ve sang of how love feels but it’s much harder when it’s all real
And I don’t know
How to make it clearer, than honey when I’m near you
It’s like I’m in a dream, and I don’t know…..it felt in stormy weather
Just to be together is good enough for me.. Cathy… Cathy.. Cathy

Vídeo da gravação deste tema em estúdio:

Charlotte Sometimes

2010-04-05T18:17:00.003+01:00

The Cure (1981)

All the faces, all the voices blur
Change to one face, change to one voice
Prepare yourself for bed
The light seems bright
And glares on white walls
All the sounds of Charlotte sometimes
Into the night with Charlotte sometimes

Night after night she lays alone in bed
Her eyes so open to the dark
The streets all looked so strange
They seemed so far away
But Charlotte did not cry

The people seemed so close
Playing expressionless games
The people seemed so close
So many other names...

Sometimes I'm dreaming
Where all the other people dance
Sometimes I'm dreaming
Charlotte sometimes
Sometimes I'm dreaming
Expressionless the trance
Sometimes I'm dreaming
So many different names
Sometimes I'm dreaming
The sounds all stay the same
Sometimes I'm dreaming
She hopes to open shadowed eyes
On a different world
Come to me scared princess
Charlotte sometimes

On that bleak track
(see the sun is gone again)
The tears were pouring down her face
She was crying and crying for a girl
Who died so many years before...

Sometimes I dream
Where all the other people dance
Sometimes I dream
Charlotte sometimes
Sometimes I dream
The sounds all stay the same

She doesn't live here anymore

2010-04-04T18:33:00.006+01:00

Jay Jay Johanson (2007)

Do albúm "The long term physical effects are not yet known"

I hear your voice, I touch your hair
I see the traces everywhere
This house of ours we used to share
My dream has turned to nightmare
I sleep no more, I dream no more
There's nothing here to wake up for
I talk no more, I sing no more
Don't function like I did before

Because she doesn't live here anymore
She hardly calls at all
Now when she's gone I find myself lost
Staring at the wall

I drink again, I smoke again
There's no one here to call my friend
I swear again, I'm mad again
So troubled since I don't know when

Chorus

She doesn't live here anymore
She hardly calls at all
Since she's been gone there's nobody here
To catch me when I fall

Streets of Berlin

2010-03-30T00:01:00.007+01:00

Ute Lemper (2000)

Cantora, bailarina, actriz, pintora.

Colaborou com numerosos cantores e compositores, entre os quais Michael Nyman (com quem fez o disco Songbook), Tom Waits, Elvis Costello, Philip Glass ou Nick Cave.

Conhecida, também, pela interpretação do trabalho de Kurt Weill.

Streets of Berlin ,I must leave you soon

Oh, will you forget me
Was I ever really here

Streets of Berlin, I must leave you soon

Oh, will you forget me

Was I ever really here

Find me a bar on the cobble stone street
Where the boys are pretty
I can not love for more than one day
But one day is enough in the city

Find me a boy with two ocean blue eyes
And show no pity
Take out his eyes he never needs to see
How they eat you alive in the city

Streets of Berlin, will you miss me
Streets of Berlin, do you care
Streets of Berlin, will you cry out
If I vanish into thin air

I Started a Joke

2010-03-08T16:54:00.003Z

Faith no More(1998)

Cover de uma música dos Bee Gees de 1968

Este, embora não pareça, é mesmo o vídeo original para este tema dos Faith no More.
A voz, claro, é de Mike Patton (o vocalista dos Faith no More) mas é interpretado pelo actor David Hoyle.

Um dos matarruanos ingleses que está no bar é o Martin Freeman da série The Office.

I started a joke which started the whole world crying
Oh but I didn’t see that the joke was on me...oh no

And I started to cry which started the whole world laughing
Oh if I’d only seen that the joke was on me

Chorus
And I looked at the skies
Running my hands over my eyes
And I fell out of bed
Cursing my head for things that I’ve said

Till I finally died which started the whole world living
Oh if I’d only seen that the joke was on me

Chorus

Till I finally died which started the whole world living
Oh if I’d only seen that the joke was on me
That the joke was on me.........me.........

One More Time

2010-02-26T13:58:00.003Z

The Cure (1987)

I'd love to touch the sky tonight
I'd love to touch the sky
So take me in your arms
And lift me like a child
And hold me up so high
And never let me go
Take me
Take me in your arms tonight

Hold me
Hold me up so high
And never let me down
Hold me
Hold me up so high
To touch the sky
Just one more time

Take me in your arms tonight
Take me in your arms
Just one more time
Just one more time
Just one more time

O vento mudou

2010-02-02T19:01:00.006Z

Eduardo Nascimento - Eurovision, Viena, 1967

Ficou em 12º lugar entre 17 países.

Mas, o que fica para a história, foi o facto de ser o primeiro negro a pisar os palcos da Eurovisão.

Dizia-se na altura que foi Salazar quem quis que Eduardo Nascimento representa-se Portugal para provar que não era racista.

E a Simone em 1969? Foi para quê? Para provar que gostava de mulheres?

Não dá para acreditar, pois não?

Curioso, também, é que no ano a seguir o festival da Eurovisão já foi emitido a cores.

Este foi o último a preto e branco :)

A música é muito boa, a voz e a interpretação, também:

Ouçam! Ouçam!

O vento mudou, ela não voltou.
As aves partiram, as folhas cairam.
Ela quis viver e o mundo correr.
Prometeu voltar, se o vento mudar.

E o vento mudou e ela não voltou.
Sei que ela mentiu, p'ra sempre fugiu
Vento por favor, traz-me o seu amor.
Vê que eu vou morrer, sem não mais a ter.

Nuvens tenham dó, que eu estou tão só.
Batam-lhe à janela, chorem sobre ela.
E as nuvens choraram e quando voltaram.
Soube que mentira, p'ra sempre fugira.

Nuvens por favor, cubram minha dor.
Já que eu vou morrer, sem não mais a ter.

Ouçam! Ouçam!

We gotta get out of this place

2010-01-23T20:33:00.004Z

Jello Biafra with D.O.A.(1995)

Jello Biafra foi o vocalista dos Dead Kennedy’s entre 1978 e 1986. Depois disso participou em muito projectos. Lançou por exemplo um álbum com os D.O.A., banda punk do Canadá formada no mesmo ano dos DK e que ainda está no activo…

Esta música, é uma cover dos “The Animals”, banda rock dos anos 60 muito conhecida, entre outras, pela música “House Of The Rising Sun”

A música fala de quem trabalha e escraviza a sua vida até ao ponto em que mata. A mim, faz-me lembrar e visualizar o universo da revolução industrial. O título e refrão “We gotta get out of this place” fez com que a música (o original dos Animals, claro) fosse imensamente popular entre a tropa americana durante a guerra do Vietname…Cromos…

In the dirtiest part of the city
Where the sun refuse to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'

My love, you're so young and pretty
One thing I know is true
You're gonna die before your time is due

See my daddy, in bed lay dying
See his hair all turning grey
He's been working and slavig' his life away

He's been working, yeah
Everyday, slaving his life away
He's been workig', yeah
Work, work, work, work, work, work

CHORUS
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Babe, there's a better life for me and you

My love, you're so young and pretty
There's one thing I wish you'd do
Throw that needle away, it doesn't mean much to you

Some of our best friends have died
You can see them turning grey
Working real hard throwing their lives away

I know, they've been working yeah
Everyday, throwing their lives away
They've been working, yeah
Work, work, work, work, work, work

CHORUS

I know it
And you know it, too

CHORUS

Think about it
For once in your life
It's now or never, baby
C'mon

I have forgiven Jesus

2010-01-05T15:46:00.005Z

Morrisey (Live at Earl's Court 2005)

História de um padre e da sua vocação, ou não…

I was a good kid
I wouldn’t do you no harm
I was a nice kid
With a nice paper-round
Forgive me any pain
I may have bring to you
With God’s help I know
I’ll always be near to you

But Jesus hurt me
When He deserted me
But I have forgiven Jesus
For all the desire
He placed in me
When there’s nothing I can do with this desire

I was good kid
Through hail and snow
I’d go just to moon you
I carried my heart in my hand
- Do you understand?
- Do you understand?

But Jesus hurt me
When he deserted me
But I have forgiven Jesus
For all of the love
He placed in me
When there’s no one I can turn to with this love

Monday - humiliation
Tuesday - suffocation
Wednesday - condescension
Thursday - is pathetic
By Friday - Life has killed me
By Friday - Life has killed me
Oh, pretty one

Why did you give me so much desire?
When there is nowhere I can go
To offload this desire?
And why did you give me so much love
In a loveless world?
When there is no one I can turn to
To unlock all this love

And why did you stick me in
Self-deprecating bones and skin
Jesus - do you hate me?
Why did you stick me in
Self-deprecating bones and skin
... do you hate me?

Alameda

2009-12-30T18:25:00.004Z

Elliott Smith (1997)

Num café de Lisboa, na Alameda, estou inconscientemente a trautear para dentro esta música...

You walk down Alameda
Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone
Like some precious only son
Face down, bow to the champion
You walk down Alameda
Looking at the cracks in the sidewalk
Thinking about your friends
How you maintain all them in a constant state of suspense
For your own protection over their affection
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can't finish what you start

Walk down Alameda
Brushing off the nightmare you wish could plague me when I'm awake
And now you see your first mistake
Was thinking that you could relate
For one or two minutes she liked you
But the fix is in

You're all pretension
I never pay attention
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can't finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can't finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can't finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
If you're alone it must be you that wants to be apart

Low Division no Pinguim Café

2009-12-22T16:42:00.015Z

***ADIADO*** para 9 Janeiro 2010
num periodo que levará à ressaca :)

2 Janeiro 2010

Em pleno periodo de ressaca:

Waltz #2

2009-12-15T23:56:00.003Z

Elliot Smith (1998)

First the mic then a half cigarette
Singing 'Cathy's Clown'
That's the man she's married to now
That's the girl that he takes around town

She appears composed, so she is, I suppose
Who can really tell?
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll

I'm never gonna know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow
Now she's done and they're calling someone
Such a familiar name
I'm so glad that my memory's remote
Cause I'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note

Here it is, the revenge to the tune
"You're no good,
You're no good you're no good you're no good"
Can't you tell that it's well understood

I'm never gonna know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow

I'm here today and expected to stay on and on and on
I'm tired
I'm tired

Looking out on the substitute scene
Still going strong
XO, Mom
It's ok, it's alright, nothing's wrong

Tell Mr. Man with impossible plans to just leave me alone
In the place where I make no mistakes
In the place where I have what it takes

I'm never gonna know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow

Flume

2009-12-06T15:52:00.005Z

Bon Iver (2008)

I am my mother's only one
It's enough
I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore
Nothing's more

Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leery loons
Leaving rope burns --
Reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

Outro parvo no meu lugar

2009-11-16T18:10:00.008Z

Sitiados (1992)

Chego a casa a porta estava trancada
Fechadura tinha sido mudada
Uma sombra desvia o meu olhar
Estava outro parvo no meu lugar

Chego ao trabalho, mau-olhado
A secretária olha de lado
A silhueta desvia o meu olhar
Estava outro parvo no meu lugar

(refrão)
Outro parvo, outro parvo
Estava outro parvo no meu lugar
Outro parvo, outro parvo
Estava outro parvo no meu lugar

Minha mãe preocupada
Disse que a vida não estava acabada
Mas quando chego para jantar
Estava outro parvo no meu lugar

O coveiro desconfiado
Disse que o buraco já estava tapado
Mas quando chego para enterrar
Estava outro parvo no meu lugar

(refrão)

Mas porque raio é que me estou a queixar?
Eu sempre quis ter outro parvo no meu lugar
Outro parvo, outro parvo
Estava outro parvo no meu lugar

Construção

2009-10-23T11:47:00.002+01:00

Chico Buarque(1971)

Música composta durante o regime ditatorial brasileiro.
Classificada recentemente pela revista "Rolling Stone" como número 1 num top das 100 melhoras músicas brasileiras de sempre.

Amou daquela vez como se fosse a última
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a última
E cada filho seu como se fosse o único
E atravessou a rua com seu passo tímido
Subiu a construção como se fosse máquina
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes sólidas
Tijolo com tijolo num desenho mágico
Seus olhos embotados de cimento e lágrima
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse sábado
Comeu feijão com arroz como se fosse um príncipe
Bebeu e soluçou como se fosse um náufrago
Dançou e gargalhou como se ouvisse música
E tropeçou no céu como se fosse um bêbado
E flutuou no ar como se fosse um pássaro
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote flácido
Agonizou no meio do passeio público
Morreu na contramão atrapalhando o tráfego

Amou daquela vez como se fosse o último
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a única
E cada filho como se fosse o pródigo
E atravessou a rua com seu passo bêbado
Subiu a construção como se fosse sólido
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes mágicas
Tijolo com tijolo num desenho lógico
Seus olhos embotados de cimento e tráfego
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse um príncipe
Comeu feijão com arroz como se fosse o máximo
Bebeu e soluçou como se fosse máquina
Dançou e gargalhou como se fosse o próximo
E tropeçou no céu como se ouvisse música
E flutuou no ar como se fosse sábado
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote tímido
Agonizou no meio do passeio náufrago
Morreu na contramão atrapalhando o público

Amou daquela vez como se fosse máquina
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse lógico
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes flácidas
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse um pássaro
E flutuou no ar como se fosse um príncipe
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote bêbado
Morreu na contra-mão atrapalhando o sábado

Jokerman

2009-09-27T19:16:00.005+01:00

Bob Dylan(1983)

(I can't seem) To make you mine

2009-09-14T17:11:00.007+01:00

The Clientele(2005)

In the silence of the garden
Moss arising on the wind
And the beast is pondering love love love
'Till the rusty nail grow dim

(Chorus)
I can't seem to make you mine
Through the long and lonely night
And I try so hard, darling
But the crowd pulled you away
Through the rhythm and the rain
And the ivy coiled around my hand

So I lingered with the people
In the silent August glade
But the rain has brought the night
And the night has brought the rain

(Repeat Chorus)

Losing Haringey

2009-09-08T18:40:00.002+01:00

The Clientele(2005)

Haringey is a London borough (uma subdivisão administrativa, semelhante a um concelho).

The lyrics tells of a man wandering the streets until he finds himself sitting on a bench where he realizes that he is actually sitting in a family photograph from 1982.

In those days, there was a kind of fever that pushed me out of the front door, into the pale, exhaust-fumed park by Broadwater Farm or the grubby road that eventually leads to Enfield: Turkish supermarket after chicken restaurant after spare car part shop. Everything in my life felt like it was coming to a mysterious close: I could hardly walk to the end of a street without feeling there was no way to go except back. The dates I’d had that summer had come to nothing, my job was a dead end and the rent cheque was killing me a little more each month. It seemed unlikely that anything could hold much longer. The only question left to ask was what would happen after everything familiar collapsed, but for now the summer stretched between me and that moment.

It was ferociously hot, and the air quality became so bad that by the evening the noise of nearby trains stuttered in fits and starts, distorted through the shifting air. As I lay in the cool of my room, I could hear my neighbors discussing the world cup and opening beers in their gardens. On the other side, someone was singing an Arabic prayer through the thin wall. I had no money for the pub so I decided to go for a walk.

I found myself wandering aimlessly to the west, past the terrace of chip and kebab shops and launderettes near the tube station. I crossed the street, and headed into virgin territory – I had never been this way before. Gravel-dashed houses alternated with square 60s offices, and the wide pavements undulated with cracks and litter. I walked and walked, because there was nothing else for me to do, and by degrees the light began to fade.

The mouth of an avenue led me to the verge of a long, greasy A-road that rose up in the far distance, with symmetrical terraces falling steeply down then up again from a distant railway station. There were four benches to my right, interspersed with those strange bushes that grow in the area, whose blossoms are so pale yellow they seem translucent, almost spectral; and suddenly tired, I sat down. I held my head in my hands, feeling like shit, but a sudden breeze escaped from the terraces and for a moment I lost my thoughts in its unexpected coolness. I looked up and I realized I was sitting in a photograph.

I remembered clearly: this photograph was taken by my mother in 1982, outside our front garden in Hampshire. It was slightly underexposed. I was still sitting on the bench, but the colors and the planes of the road and horizon had become the photo. If I looked hard, I could see the lines of the window ledge in the original photograph were now composed by a tree branch and the silhouetted edge of a grass verge. The sheen of the flash on the window was replicated by bonfire smoke drifting infinitesimally slowly from behind a fence. My sister’s face had been dimly visible behind the window, and –yes- there were pale stars far off to the west that traced out the lines of a toddler’s eyes and mouth.

When I look back at this there’s nothing to grasp, no starting point. I was inside an underexposed photo from 1982 but I was also sitting on a bench in Haringey.

Strongest of all was the feeling of 1982-ness: dizzy, illogical, as if none of the intervening disasters and wrong turns had happened yet. I felt guilty, and inconsolably sad. I felt the instinctive tug back - to school, the memory of shopping malls, cooking, driving in my mother’s car. All gone, gone forever.

I just sat there for a while. I was so tired that I didn’t bother trying to work out what was going on. I was happy just to sit in the photo while it lasted, which wasn’t for long anyway: the light faded, the wind caught the smoke, the stars dimmed under the glare of the streetlamps. I got up and walked away from the squat little benches and an oncoming gang of kids.

A bus was rumbling to my rescue down the hill, with a great big “via Alexandra Palace” on its front, and I realized I did want a drink after all."

Widows by the Radio

2009-09-06T19:47:00.004+01:00

Perry Blake(1998)

Drink to our demolished home

Where loss resides alone

Like a widow by the radio
Child, childhood is a place

Where sorrow comes of age

A widow by the radio

Try to understand
I couldn't hold your hand

I couldn't even hold a gun
Surely we could find
A reason or a sign

That everything's not gone for good

Autumn whispers through the trees

Cheap things to her and me
But patience wears a uniform
Nature take care of your sons

I think they have become
The Darlings of the universe

Try to understand
I couldn't hold your hand

I couldn't even hold a gun
Surely we could hide
A reason or a sigh

That everything is gone for good

Letting go

2009-09-02T11:20:00.002+01:00

Nitin Sawhney(1999)

"And I miss you, and I lose you , and I found you
I choose to follow my heart"

Now I often talk of my heart
How can I turn to the dark
And the swaying silence
I see, there’s nothing I can hold on to
You can’t breathe if I hold you tight

Don’t be afraid of letting go

Not of anything, out of anyone
All alone here with my demons
Am I ready to move on
To a person or place
Alone, away from here
And I miss you
And I lose you
And I found you
I choose to follow my heart

Don’t be afraid of letting go
Not of anything, out of anyone
Out of anything, out of anyone

Jism

2009-08-22T19:35:00.004+01:00

Tindersticks(1998)- Live at Bizarre Festival

A música pertence ao primeiro álbum da banda de 1994.

A tradução de Jism é "sémen". Fica a nota...

If she'd have known she'd have shown me in, I need to taste her pain for encouragement
If she'd have known she'd have shown me in, I need to taste her pain for accomplishment

See, I can only take it out on you, there's no-one else I can trust
See, I can only take it out on you, there's no-one else but us around

You hide these things so well, there's no finding
You hide these things so well there's no finding, no finding

And the pain runs into the blue, there are no edges
How do I know where you are tonight?
I need these paper cuts, need those gravel grinds, need those pinches to wake me
Give up the drugs, take this power I offer
Oh the deeper I go, the further I fall, the more I know
The tighter your grip around me, it’s so easily broken, running down your skin

And the pain runs into the blue, if there's ever anyone else, don't let them do this
And I'll laugh and revel as you scratch and crawl
If there's ever anyone else just show them the ugly mess

And I tell you with my tongue between your toes:
You hide these things so well, there's no finding
You hide these things so well, there's no finding, no finding

My only Friend

2009-08-12T00:17:00.006+01:00

Magnetic Fields(1999)

Tributo à cantora Jazz Billie Holiday (conhecida por Lady Day)

"Can you cry so beautifully you make my troubles rhyme? "

Billie you're a miracle and God knows I need one

Sing me something terrible that even dawn may come

You and me, we don't believe in happy endings

Hey, Lady Day, can you save my life this time

Can you cry so beautifully you make my troubles rhyme

Hey, Lady Day, can you save my life again

My only love has gone away

Will you be my only friend

Billie you're a genius enough to be a fool

A fool to gamble everything and never know the rules
Some of us can only live in songs of love and trouble

Some of us can only live in bubbles...

Between The Bars

2009-07-13T16:24:00.002+01:00

Elliot Smith(1997)

Elliot Smith foi, para mim, um dos melhores compositores de todos os tempos. Teve uma curta carreira, ainda assim, editou 6 álbuns em nome individual. Esta música é do segundo álbum “Either/Or” editado em 1997.

Foi viciado em drogas durante largos anos e fármacos para controlar a depressão. Morreu em 2003 com 34 anos de uma estranha forma – duas facadas no peito. A autópsia não foi conclusiva e fica a dúvida se foi suicídio ou assassinato. Duas facadas no peito. Hum, deixa ver…Não me parece que alguém consiga dar uma facada no peito e depois dizer “Péra aí…Ainda não morri! Vou dar outra…”

Nessa época estava a finalizar um álbum que seria editado no ano seguinte, a título póstumo: “From A Basement on the Hill”. Este álbum é absolutamente fantástico.

O momento de maior notoriedade atingiu-o quando foi nomeado para o Óscar de melhor canção em 1997, com a faixa Miss Misery incluída na banda sonora do filme de Gus Van Sant “Good Will Hunting” (O bom rebelde). Outras quatro canções suas foram incluídas nessa banda sonora, incluindo esta “Between the Bars”:

Drink up, baby, stay up all night
When the things you could do, you won't but you might
The potential you'll be, that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make

Drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days
Do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away
The images stuck in your head

People you've been before that you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars where I'm seeing you
There with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught

Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
Keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest
Where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Cherry Blossom Girl

2009-07-10T12:09:00.004+01:00

Air(2004)

I don't want to be shy, can't stand it anymore
I just want to say 'Hi' to the one I love
Cherry blossom girl

I feel sick all day long from not being with you
I just want to go out ever night for a while
Cherry blossom girl

Tell me why can't it be true

I never talk to you, people say that I should
I can pray everyday for the moment to come
Cherry blossom girl

I just want to be sure when I will come to you
When the time will be gone, you will be by my side
Cherry Blossom Girl

Tell me why can't it be true

I'll never love again, can I say that to you
Will you run away, if I try to be true
Cherry blossom girl

Cherry blossom girl
I'll always be there for you, that means no time to waste
Whenever there's a chance
Cherry blossom girl

Tell me why can't it be true

V & Me

2009-07-05T18:10:00.008+01:00

Antony And The Johnsons - Fistful Of Love

Something Must Break

2009-06-30T00:46:00.004+01:00

Joy Division(1979)

Two ways to choose - on a razor's edge
Remain behind - go straight ahead
Room full of people – grouping as one
I can't break out now - the time just won't come

Two ways to choose - which way to go
Decide for me - please let me know
Looked in the mirror - saw I was wrong
If I could get back to where I belong
Where I belong

Two ways to choose - which way to go
I paused for one - designs for both
If we were immortal - we were not there
Washed up on the beat here - struggling for air

I see your face still in my window
Tormented clouds - won't set me free
Something must break now - this life isn't mine
Something must break now - wait for the time
When something must break

Trash

2009-06-22T17:32:00.002+01:00

Suede (1997)

Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it's our looseness,

But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...

Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
The words we1ve heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we1ve had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it's our sweetness,

But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do.

But we're trash, you and me,
We're the lovers on the streets,
We're the litter on the breeze,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...

The Ship Song

2009-06-14T17:00:00.008+01:00

Nick Cave(1999)

Live at the "Songwriters Circle" in 1999, it´s a song from the 1990's album "The Good Son".

Just piano and voice...

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Your face is growing sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Street Spirit (Fade Out)

2009-06-04T18:34:00.002+01:00

Radiohead (1995)

Song from the second studio album “The Bends”.

The music video for was premiered in February 1996 and it’s consider to be one of the best videos ever created.
A special ultra-high speed camera, normally used to photograph high speed projectiles for scientific purposes, was used to create the extreme slow motion effects.

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Let's get Lost

2009-06-01T16:51:00.014+01:00

Elliot Smith(2004)

...I'll burn every bridge that I cross

And find some beautiful place to get lost...

I've been outside

Invited in

But I couldn't abide

Went missing again

Burning every bridge that I cross

To find some beautiful place to get lost

I had true love

I made it die

I pushed her away

She said please stay

Burning every bridge that I cross

To find some beautiful place to get lost

Well I don't know where I'll go now

And I don't really care who follows me there

But I'll burn every bridge that I cross

And find some beautiful place to get lost

Winning

2009-05-21T00:49:00.007+01:00

The Sound (1984)

Gravação ao vivo na TVE.

Os The Sound foram uma banda britânica do pós-punk, formada em Londres, em 1979.

O seu som enquadrava-se no mesmo género musical de bandas como Joy Division, Echo and the Bunnymen ou The Chameleons embora nunca tenham atingido a mesma notoriedade.

What holds your hope together,
Make sure it's strong enough
When you reach the end of your tether
It's because it wasn't strong enough,
I was going to drown,
Then I started swimming
I was going down,
Then I started winning
Winning - winning

When you're on the bottom
Crawl back to the top
Something pulls you up,
and a voice you can't stop,
I was going to drown,
Then I started swimming,
I was going down
Then I started winning
Winning - winning

Sometimes Always

2009-05-11T23:30:00.006+01:00

Jesus & Mary Chain with Hope Sandoval (1994)

Banda dos atrofiadinhos irmãos Reid, aqui com Hope Sandoval dos Mazzy Star.

A foto é de um stencil de parede que encontrei numa rua do Porto.

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

I'm on Standby

2009-05-03T23:31:00.003+01:00

Grandaddy (2004)

Se quisesse transcrever um excerto desta música que reflectisse o que sinto, e o que sou neste momento, tinha de o fazer na íntegra.

I'm rolling down a well worn road
I'm wondering if I'll ever know
If I'll be better than I was before
When I surface through the service door

Bye
I'm on standby
Out of order or sort of unaligned
Powered down for redesign
Bye bye
I'm on standby
According to the work order you signed
I'll be down for some time
I'll be down for some time

I got good at saying "I gotta go"
Number one at saying "I don't know"
But from the stories I've heard
You humans require more words

Bye
I'm on standby
Out of order or sort of unaligned
Powered down for redesign
Bye bye
I'm on standby
According to the work order you signed
I'll be down for some time
I'll be down for some time

Shadow Man

2009-04-27T22:50:00.004+01:00

David Bowie (1971)

Esta música é praticamente desconhecida. Pelo menos tendo em conta que se está a falar de Bowie...

Era para ter sido incluída no "Hunky Dory".

Acabou, mais tarde (1989), por fazer parte de um álbum com o mesmo nome.

Em 2001, Bowie gravou esta versão para um planeado mas nunca editado album de seu nome "Toy".

O título bem que podia ser "Shadow Song"...

There's a man back a-ways
Who believes at where he is
And there's a girl up ahead
Who says she knows

And the street overflows
With folks who understand
But for the guy who can't be seen
He's the Shadow Man
And the Shadow Man is close at hand

Take a turn and see his smile
Made of nothing but loneliness
Take a walk and be a friend
To the Shadow Man

You can call him Joe, you can call him Sam
You should call and see who answers
For he promises to come running
Guided by the truth
For the Shadow Man is really you

Look in his eyes and see your reflection
Look to the stars and see his eyes
He'll show you tomorrow,
He'll show you the sorrows
Of what you did today

You can call him foe, you can call him friend
You should call and see who answers
For he knows your eyes are
drawn to the road ahead
And the Shadow Man is waiting round the bend
Shadow Man is waiting up again

V & Me

2009-04-20T23:44:00.001+01:00

Les Mystérieuses Cités d'Or

2009-04-19T15:13:00.005+01:00

(1982)

Le XVIème siècle. Des quatre coins de l'Europe,
de gigantesques voiliers partent à la conquête du Nouveau Monde.
A bord de ces navires, des hommes, avides de rêve, d'aventure et d'espace, à la recherche de fortune.

Qui n'a jamais rêvé de ces mondes souterrains, de ces mers lointaines peuplées de légendes,
ou d'une richesse soudaine qui se conquerrait au détour d'un chemin de la Cordillère des Andes...
Qui n'a jamais souhaité voir le Soleil souverain guider ses pas au coeur du pays Inca,
vers la richesse et l'histoire des Mystérieuses Cités d'Or !

Enfant du soleil,tu parcours la terre et le ciel
Cherche ton chemin. C'est ta vie c'est ton destin

Et le jour la nuit. Avec tes deux meilleurs amis
A bord du grand condor, tu recherches les cités d'or

Esteban Zia Tao les cités d'or (bis)
Les cités d'or

Enfant du soleil ton destin est sans pareil
L'aventure t'appelle, n'attends pas et cours vers elle

Esteban Zia Tao les cités d'or

I'm Through Trying Now

2009-04-17T23:30:00.001+01:00

The Hunchback of San Francisco

2009-04-13T19:51:00.007+01:00

Perry Blake(1998)

O título "Corcunda de San Francisco" é inspirado, digo eu, no livro de Victor Hugo "O Corcunda de Notre Dame".

A trama ocorre em 1482 em Paris, tendo como personagens principais a Catedral de Notre Dame e o seu sineiro, Quasimodo.

Este é um homem deformado por uma enorme corcunda, que só possui um olho e é surdo devido ao barulho dos sinos.

O único amigo de Quasimodo é Claude Frollo, arcediago da catedral que o adoptou quando criança, um homem que por detrás do falso moralismo, possui uma personalidade vil e déspota.

Durante o Festival dos Tolos , Quasimodo que é eleito o papa dos tolos, devido à sua feiura, é acusado de ter tentado sequestrar Esmeralda, uma bela cigana por quem Frollo é apaixonado.

O Corcunda é condenado a levar chibatadas publicamente, e é totalmente ignorado pelo seu protector quando pede ajuda, mas Esmeralda compadece-se dele dando-lhe água, facto este que faz com que ele se apaixone perdidamente por ela.

Febo, um jovem soldado por quem Esmeralda é apaixonada, é esfaqueado por Frollo que acusa a jovem cigana pelo crime. Esmeralda é então presa e condenada.

No momento de sua execução pública, ela é arrebatada por Quasimodo e levada para dentro da Catedral, fazendo com que uma multidão de amigos seus tente resgatá-la, apesar de Quasimodo lutar com uma força sobrenatural Esmeralda é capturada e finalmente enforcada.

Quando Quasimodo vê o arcediago rindo da sorte da pobre moça mata-o e suicida-se. Anos mais tarde os esqueletos de Esmeralda e do corcunda são encontrados abraçados.

Morning has broken the silence of night
Now you’ll have to use kindness to fight
It’s just like asbestos, it sticks to your skin
It burns within

Luck is a hunchback, travelling light
With rags and transistors to hold up the sky
Drink to the hearts that San Francisco stole
But drink slow

‘cause I’m a lonely man
And you’re a lonely girl
And it’s a lonely world

If you make Vegas, leave on the lights
I want to see your expression change
Hatred will take you to unknown heights
Drink slow

‘cause I’m a lonely man
And you’re a lonely girl
And it’s a lonely world

Twilight

2009-04-11T01:39:00.006+01:00

Elliot Smith (2004)

Música do álbum "From a Basement on a Hill" editado postumamente.

Haven't laughed this hard in a long time
I better stop now before I start crying
Go off to sleep in the sunshine
I don't want to see the day when it's dying

She's a sight to see
She's good to me
I'm already somebody's baby
She's a pretty thing
And she knows everything
But I'm already somebody's baby

You don't deserve to be lonely
But those drugs you got won't make you feel better
Pretty soon you'll find it's the only
Little part of your life you're keeping together

I'm nice to you
I could make it through
But you're already somebody's baby
I could make you smile, if you stayed a while
But how long will you stay with me, baby?

Because your candle burns too bright
Well, I almost forgot it was twilight
Even if I think that you are right
Well, I'm tired of being down, I got no fight

You're wonderful
And it's beautiful
But I'm already somebody's baby
And if I went with you
I'd disappoint you too
Well, I'm already somebody's baby
Already somebody's baby

I Have the Moon

2009-04-06T22:40:00.004+01:00

Magnetic Fields(1994)

We have walked in ancient times
And we've been burned for many crimes
We have ended many lives
But we never really died

You have the sun, I have the moon

You have to fly around the world all day
To keep the sun upon your face
I'd like to come and comfort you
But I'd be blinded by the blue

You have the sun, I have the moon

You're bound to die under the sun
And I'll be doomed to carry on
You have become like other men
But let me kiss you once again

You have the sun, I have the moon

Dum Dum Boys

2009-04-02T00:15:00.004+01:00

Iggy Pop(1977)

Do álbum, "The Idiot"

Este é, para mim, o melhor disco de Iggy Pop e um dos melhores álbuns de sempre.

Dum-Dum pode significar pessoa estúpida, mas também é a designação de um tipo de bala pontiagudo conhecido pela sua capacidade de penetração.

Uma outra curiosidade é que este vynil estava a tocar no gira-discos de Ian Curtis aquando da sua morte. No tempo em que o braço do gira-discos não recolhia automaticamente e ficava a girar ininterruptamente até alguma alma caridosa se levantar e o recolher. Neste caso foi a mulher dele, no dia seguinte.

What happened to Zeke?
He's dead on Jones’s, man
How about Dave?
Oh, He did on alcohol
Well what's Rock doing?
Oh, he's living with his mother
What about James?
He's gone straight

Things have been tough without the dum dum boys
Ican't seem to speak the language
I remember how they used to stare at the ground
They looked as if they put the whole world
Looked as if they put the whole world down

The first time I saw the dum dum boys I was fascinated
they just stood in front of the old drug store
I was most impressed, no one else was impressed
Not at all
And we'd sing da-da-da-da-da-da dum dum day

Where are you now my dum dum boys?
Hey, are you alive or dead?
Have you left me the last of the dum dum daze
And yhen the sun goes down, and the boys broke down

People said we were negative
They said we'd take but we would never give
But we'd sing da-da-da dum dum day
Da-da-da-da-da dum, and hope it would pay
Da-da-da-da it's been a dum dum day

Now I'm looking for the dum dum boys
Where are you now, when I need your noise

Now I'm looking for the dum dum boys
The walls close in and I need some noise

Born on a Train

2009-03-31T00:16:00.003+01:00

Arcade Fire(Live 2005)

Versão de uma música dos Magnetic Fields.

I know that you were never young
And I know you probably won't get old
But honey nobody's gonna hurt you anymore
And nobody's going to make you want to die

But I've been making promises I know I'll never keep
One of these days I'm gonna leave you in your sleep
I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name

Baby, I was born on a train.

Some roads you only see at night
Ghost roads nothing but neon signs.
But some nights the neon gas gets free
And turns into walking dead like me

But I've been making promises I know I'll never keep
One of these days I'm gonna leave you in your sleep
I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name

Baby, I was born on a train.

I'll go - one morning cold and grey,
You won't remember anything
Some of us don't believe in time,
And some of us don't believe in life

But I've been making promises I know I'll never keep
One of these days I'm gonna leave you in your sleep
I'll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name

Baby, I was born on a train

This Island Life

2009-03-26T11:16:00.005Z

Violent Femmes(1994)

This tea is too strong for me, as I await your company....

No meu caso é mais vinho e o isolamento numa ilha é de facto mais sentido...

This tea's too strong for me
As I await your company
I had too much sun today
Ocean waters wash away
Nothing but the present
Presenting it's presence

This island life
Separate my right from my wrong

No I am not pagan
But my heart has been forsaken
And the hand of God was on my mind
It took some time from time to time
Now in the course I know
Time itself will go when

This island life
Separates my right from my wrong

You forgot your shoes and I
I have sent a message but I
There's so many stars in the sky
It's the truths that will not lie
There's a you wild native maiden
Running mad and barefoot to the sea until

This island life
Separates my rights from my wrongs
This island life
Finally separates my right from my wrong

This tea's too strong for me
As I await more company
I had too much sun today
Dram of lands lying far away
Pregnant with the present
Presenting it's presents

This island life
Separate my right from my wrong
This island life
Will separate my rights from my songs
Separate my right from my wrong

Racing Rats

2009-03-24T15:06:00.006Z

Editors (Live 2006)

Dois pensamentos / questões que têm andado na minha mente nos últimos dias:

If a plane were to fall from the sky, how big a hole would it leave in the surface of the earth?

Let's pretend we never met, let's pretend we're on our own, we'll live different lives, until our covers blown?

When the time comes, you're no longer there
Fall down to my knees, begin my nightmare
Words spill from my drunken mouth
I just can't keep them all in
I keep up with the racing rats
And do my best to win

Slow down little one, you can't keep running away
You mustn't go outside yet, it's not your time to play
Standing at the edge of your town with the skylight in your eyes
Reaching out to gods, the sun says it’s goodbyes

Chorus
If a plane were to fall from the sky
How big a hole would it leave in the surface of the earth?

Let's pretend we never met, let's pretend we're on our own
We'll live different lives, until our covers blown?

I push my hand up to the sky, shade my eyes from the sun
As the dust settles around me, suddenly night time has begun

Chorus

Come on now, you knew you were lost
But you carried on anyway
Oh come on now, you knew you had no time
But you let the day drift away

Chorus

Down by the Water

2009-03-18T23:39:00.005Z

PJ Harvey (Live 2007)

Acho que poucas vezes se vê uma interpretação tão sentida como esta.

I lost my heart, under the bridge
To that little girl, so much to me
And now I'm old, and now I holler
She'll never know just what I found

That blue eyed girl, she said "no more"
That blue eyed girl, became blue eyed whore
Down by the water, I took her hand
Just like my daughter, won't see her again

Oh help me Jesus
Come through this storm
I had to lose her, to do her harm
I heard her holler, I heard her moan
My lovely daughter, I took her home

Little fish. big fish. Swimming in the water.
Come back here, man? gimme my daughter.
Little fish. big fish. Swimming in the water.
Come back here, man. gimme my daughter.
Little fish. big fish. Swimming in the water.
Come back here, man. gimme my daughter ....

Moving Through Life as a Prey

2009-03-16T00:13:00.003Z

Zita Swoon(2001)

Somebody screamed, somebody forced a lie, somebody broke my faith today

And though it always seems the first time, it happens all the time.........

Somebody screamed
Somebody forced a lie
Somebody broke my faith today

And though it always seems the first time
It happens all the time baby
I find I'm dangling on a thin line
We are moving through life as prey

Somebody cried
Someone broke down inside
And I been listening to their stories

(Down on the floor
I look up at the faces
Ragged by the races
Moving in time
Following the traces
Pretending a smile
Walking million miles with the forces of a wounded mule )

And though it always seems the first time
It happens all the time baby
I find I'm dangling on a thin line
We are moving through life as prey

Somebody arrives a foreign place and starts to cry
But not a soul who thinks of giving up his precious place
And so they die

And though it always seems the first time
It happens all the time baby
I find I'm dangling on a thin line
We are moving through life as prey

What I Miss the Most

2009-03-13T21:38:00.005Z

The Aloof(1998)

Banda praticamente desconhecida. Acho o istrumental desta música fantástico.
"Aloof" significa distante emocionalmente, remoto, reservado...

Tell me I may be indifferent when there's nothing left to hold
Maybe what I am don't suit you, I have changed so I've been told

Chorus
You're no longer part of me, you're no longer part of me
I've been told
I've run out of words to say to you
I've run out of things I want to do
I have no reasons to get close
This is what I miss the most

Tell why I can't get closer, you tend to walk away
Attitude is all you've given me, I just got to get away

(Chorus)

Tell me why are you so dependent , on this tainted love affair
There's no damn thing that you've given me
I just got to get away

I don't want no part of you, I don't want no part of you
You've been told
I've run out of words to say to you
I've run out of things I want to do
I have no reasons to get close
This is what I miss the most

A Wolf at the Door

2009-03-10T00:20:00.003Z

Radiohead(2003)

Eu diria que o vídeo é claramente inspirado no livro de Edward Gorey - "The Gashlycrumb Tinies". O livro narra a morte de 26 crianças por ordem alfabética, usando cada letra para cada um dos nomes das crianças e uma ilustração para a ocasião da sua morte. A imagem abaixo é da capa.

Assustador............

Drag him out your window, dragging out the dead
Singing I miss you, snakes and ladders flip the lid
Out pops the cracker, smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck, kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps, yakes all your credit cards
Get up get the guns, get the eggs
Get the flan in the face, the flan in the face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
Don't you dare, don't you dare
Don't you flan in the face, take it with the love its given
Take it with a pinch of salt, take it to the taxman
Let me back, let me back
I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize
Help me, call the doctor, put me inside

Chorus
I keep the wolf from the door, but he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops. . . .

Walking like giant cranes
And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked
in a tight little world, are you on the list?
Stepford wives who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses, cold wives and Sunday papers
City boys in First Class don't know they're born little
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job, someone always does
I wish you'd get up, get over, and turn your tape off

Chorus

So I just go ooh ooh ooh ooh

Pink Cigarette

2009-03-05T23:05:00.008Z

Mr. Bungle(1999)

Este é o melhor "fan video" que já vi no youtube.

A música é estranha, a letra ainda mais, mas o vídeo bate tudo!!

Mr. Bungle é um projecto do ex vocalista dos Faith no More

Hush me, touch me
Perfume, the wind and the leaves
Hush me, touch me
The burns, the holes in the sheets

I'm hoping the smoke hides the shame I've got on my face
Cognac and broken glass, all these years I've been your ashtray

Not today

Chorus

I found a pink cigarette on the bed the day that you left
And how can I forget that your lips were there
Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything, but me

Hush me, touch me
Champagne, your hair in the breeze
Hush me, touch me
Lipstick, a slap on my cheek

Your eyes cried at last, told me everything I was afraid to ask
Now I'm dressed in white and you've burned me for the last time

This ain't the last time

Chorus

You'll find a note and you'll see my silhouette...

There's just 5 hours left until you find me dead
There's just 4 hours left until you find me dead
There's just 3 hours left until you find me dead
There's just 2 hours left until you find me dead
There's 1 more hour and then you will find me dead
There's just.....................

A Night In

2009-03-05T00:16:00.003Z

Tindersticks (1995)

"I had shoes full of holes when you first took me in
I had callouses, not sores, and I'd like to keep them"

...."And I'll show you, who I´ve been running from
It´s the feeling of waking, and it's gone"

I had shoes full of holes
When you first took me in
The path that you led
Was straight to your bed
There's no cots to sleep in
And you showed me
Who I was running from
As if I had not known all along

Oh my old feet
They know this hard street
Stay like old friends
The flat on the ground
There's no further down
There's no cots to sleep in
You said, come in
Leave them outside the door
Tear off the paper, tear off the carpet
Off the floor

Chorus:
I know you're hurting
And I can't be there for you
I know you're hurting
And I can't be there no more

I had shoes full of holes
When you first took me in
I had callouses, not sores
And I'd like to keep them
So go turn those sheets
Get back on the street
There's nothing more I can bring to you
They are scared of the door
Afraid of the floor
Well, I'll go and walk right through
And I'll show you
Who I've been running from
It's the feeling of waking, and it's gone

(Chorus)

I had shoes full of holes
When you first took me in
I had callouses, not sores
And I'd like to keep them

Oh my old feet
They know this hard street
They're like old friends
The flat on the ground
There's no further down
There's no cots to sleep in
You said, come in
Leave them outside the door
Tear off the paper
Tear off the carpet
Off the floor

(Chorus)

I had shoes full of holes
When you first took me in
I had callouses, not sores
And I'd like to keep them
So go turn those sheets
Get back on the street
There's nothing more I can bring to you
They are scared of the door
Afraid of the floor
Well, I'll go and walk right through
And I'll show you
Who I've been running from
It's the feeling of waking
And it's gone

Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others

2009-03-03T00:22:00.004Z

The Smiths(1986)

Some girls are bigger than others

And some are so ridiculously small.

....Cenas à Morrisey....

From the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :
Some girls are bigger than others

Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers

As Anthony said to Cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale :

Oh, I say :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers

Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
And Ill send you mine

It Should Have Been You

2009-03-01T17:07:00.005Z

The Waterboys(1983)

Desperdício de vidas, desperdício de talento.

Vivemos autómatos neste planeta doente.

Can I believe my ears?
is this the really you?
Pacing the floor with one eye on the door
watching the winners go through
Why do you hang back now?
why do you hesitate?
You know fires don't burn
for he who waits

Out of all of the people
that I ever knew
If one should have made it
it should have been you!

I know who I'm looking for
but I don't believe my eyes
The sight of you with your head hung low
is a sick, sad suprise
Why do you hang back now?
why do you hesitate?
How dare you throw it all away then tell me
aw man it must be fate

Out of all of the people
that I ever knew
There had to one I could believe in
and it should have been you!

A gift that dies is a tragic thing
and it happens all the time
But a gift that's wasted, thrown to hell is the
worst of stupid crimes!
I saw you hang back now!
I watched you hesitate!
You're a well respected man, but bullshit!
you could've been great!

Out of all the people
I ever knew
There should have been one
and it should have been you!

I spent my whole life
looking for someone like you!

Miner at the Dial-A-View

2009-02-27T00:31:00.005Z

Grandaddy (2000)

I found your house and I saw your car
But I've no idea where you are
From the Dial-A-View
Tire scraps on the federal roads
Look like crash landed crows
From the Dial-A-View

Hello, welcome to Dial-A-View.
To locate the area in which you wish to observe, you must program in the longitude and the latitude. For a closer, more detailed picture, use either the zoom or the micro-zoom controls... good luck

I dream at night
Of going home someday
Somewhere so far away
So dream, alright
I know it's gonna take some time
I'm going home someday

Fifteen years is almost done
And I don't recognize anyone
From the Dial-A-View
My home, my friends, and you
I watched them fade but what can I do
From the Dial-A-View

These are the last days of our Lives

2009-02-25T21:06:00.008Z

Queen (1991)

Este vídeo foi filmado no ano em que Freddie Mercury morreu. A preto e branco para disfarçar o que a cores era indisfarçável.

Goste-se, ou não, foi um dos grandes nomes da música dos últimos anos e a forma directa como abordava outros temas nas suas músicas, utilizou-a também aqui em jeito de despedida.

Reparem no minuto 0:50s onde de uma forma absolutamente directa brinca com o facto de toda a sua vida adulta ter sido apenas um espectáculo e 1:30s onde lamenta que não haja volta atrás no tempo.

Sometimes I get to feelin
I was back in the old days, long ago
When we were kids, when we were young
Thing seemed so perfect, you know

The days were endless we were crazy we were young
The sun was always shinin - we just lived for fun
Sometimes it seems like lately - I just dont know
The rest of my lifes been just a show

Those were the days of our lives
The bad things in life were so few
Those days are all gone now but one thing is true
When I look and I find I still love you

You cant turn back the clock you cant turn back the tide
Aint that a shame
Id like to go back one time on a roller coaster ride
When life was just a game
No use in sitting and thinkin on what you did
When you can lay back and enjoy it through your kids
Sometimes it seems like lately - I just dont know
Better sit back and go with the flow

Cos these are the days of our lives
They've flown in the swiftness of time
These days are all gone now but some things remain
When I look and I find no change

Light Movie

2009-02-24T17:42:00.006Z

Belle Chase Hotel(2000)

"I´m here for the wine

and some other time I'll solve the world's greatest mysteries

My dearest friend, I'm empty......"

I’m not expect revolutions on the animal farm,

‘cause when the wolves find a solution every little bird must die.

Find a hideout in my building, raise some flowers in the living room,

watch the news as an adventure: what’s happening on the moon?

So, come on and call me superficial, like the sun does to the sea:

I’m here for the wine and some other time

I’ll solve the world’s greatest mysteries.

My dearest friend, I’m empty.

Let’s go see a light movie: Science fiction is too real, all the monsters on the streets.

How I need to fly again, Mary Poppins in the heart:

She’ll take me dancing in the stars, leave this dry city far behind.

Where is my mind ?

2009-02-15T22:55:00.005Z

Pixies(1988)

Oh - stop

With your feet in the air and

your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind

Way out in the water
See it swimming

I was swimming in the Caribbean
Animals were hiding behind the rocks
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin' to talk to me, coy koi

Spirit

2009-01-29T21:51:00.005Z

Bauhaus - 1982

Uma noite inalei (por acidente claro) um pó branco e fiquei até de manhã a ouvir esta música num walkman.
Sim, já foi há muito tempo...

Tonight I could be with you

Tonight I could be with you
or waiting in the wings
lift your heart with soaring song
cut down the puppet strings
cut down the puppet strings

I wear a coat of drums
and dance upon your eyes
turn the tables upside down
change the lows to highs
change the lows to highs

I fill you up with butterflies
crown the heads of kings
be glad of first night nerves
for fear gives courage wings
fear gives courage wings

If I am on the sidelines
chances are you'll miss
wait alone and spotlit
for doctor theater's kiss

The stage becomes a ship in flames
I tie you to the mast
throw your body overboard
the spotlight doesn't last
the spotlight doesn't last

I could be with you
or waiting in the wings
lift your heart with soaring song
cut down the puppet strings
cut down the puppet strings

I may tap you on the shoulder
and whisper 'go' in red
strip your feet of lead my friend
strip your feet of lead

Call the curtain
raise the roof
spirits on tonight

We love our audience

Absent Friends

2009-01-25T22:59:00.005Z

Divine Comedy (2004)

Algumas pessoas vivem, criam vida e deixam quem os conheceu mais ricos.

Absent friends, here's to them
And happy days, we thought that they would never end.
Here's to absent friends.

Little Jean Seberg seemed
So full of life, but in those eyes such troubled dreams.
Poor little Jean.

Woodbine Willie couldn't rest until he'd
Given every bloke a final smoke before the killing.
Old Woodbine Willie.

Steve McQueen jumped the first one clean
But the great escape he'd tried to make was not to be.
Maybe next time Steve.

Laika flew through inky blue
Until Laika neared the atmosphere and Laika knew
Laika's life was through.

Oscar Wilde was a lonely child.
He fought and won acceptance from the world.
They smiled, they laughed, they praised,
They drove poor Oscar to his grave.

Absent friends, here's to them,
And happy days, we thought that they would never end,
But they always end.

Raise your glasses then to absent friends.

Low Division no Pinguim

2009-01-23T00:42:00.019Z

Agora com uma periodicidade verdadeiramente assustadora...

Nick Cave - Lay me Low (1994)

Soldado

2009-01-19T20:24:00.017Z

Sitiados (1992)

João Aguardela(1969-2009)

Fundador dos "Sitiados" e mais recentemente de "A Naifa" era conhecido pelo seu carácter discreto.
A vida são dois dias e o carnaval são três...

Ai, esta eterna guerra

Ai, que me obriga a ser soldado

Já vejo a bandeira erguida

Já sinto a dor companheira

Ai, neste mar fico tão só

Por este mar

Liberdade onde vais?

Liberdade onde cais?

Esta luta é por te amar

Ai, este soldado que cerco

Ai, este soldado sou eu, sou eu!

Nos olhos a mesma dor

No peito um medo igual

Ai, sinto queimar este fogo, dentro de mim!

Liberdade onde vais?

Liberdade onde cais?

Esta luta é por te amar

Este sangue é por te amar

É por te amar

Good Feeling

2009-01-18T21:02:00.009Z

Violent Femmes (1982)

Um dia deixo de sair à noite.............

Good feeling
won't you stay with me just a little longer
it always seems like you're leaving
when I need you here just a little longer

Oh dear lady, there's so many things
that I have come to fear
Little voice says I'm going crazy
to see all my worlds disappear

Vague sketch of a fantasy
laughing at the sunrise
like he's been up all night
Slipping and sliding
What a good time but now
have to find a bed
that can take this wait

Good feeling
won't you say stay with me just a little longer
it always seems like you're leaving
when I know the other one
just a little too well

Oh dear lady
won't you stay with me just a little longer
it always seems like your leaving
when I need you here just a little longer

Doctor's Orders

2009-01-13T22:16:00.005Z

Sonic Youth (1994)

Tinha este album em vinil. Era azul, o disco, não a capa...
Ouvi-o vezes sem conta. Depois desapareceu.

Esta era uma das minhas músicas favoritas...

Take one, to come
Doctor's orders, no more borders
Take one, make some
Feeling bolder, no more disorder

Mother's not to blame
She's feeling no pain
Doesn't feel the drain
She says it's not her brain

All right, no wrong
She used to be cleanin', now she's just dreamin'
She's right, you're wrong
She thinks it's the weather, feels light as a feather

Mother's such a mess
She forgets how to dress
She thinks she's lookin' her best
She's no longer depressed

Take one, bake one
Used to be tragic, now it's like magic
Just one, for fun
Mother's new pet, it's not hard to get

Mother came home today
Wearing a big bouquet
She threw her self away
She's taking up Spanish ole

Low division no Pinguim

2009-01-06T09:50:00.008Z

Kick in the Eye

2009-01-05T17:43:00.004Z

Bauhaus - 1981

And he spoke of pastures green
I was never told why
Each journey lasts an age
And my throat feels dry
It must be the lesson
Hidden deep inside
It must be the lesson
So roll the tide

So I began the crossing
My throat burned dry
Searching for Satori
The kick in the eye
I am the end of reproduction
Given no direction
Every care is taken
In my rejection

Kick in the eye (x4)

Every care is taken
With my rejection
And my abduction
To my addiction
Every care is taken
With my protection
And my abduction
From my addiction

Lover, you should've come over

2009-01-02T00:53:00.005Z

Jeff Buckley - 1994

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
Broken down and hungry for your love but no way to feed it

Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So I'll wait for you..... and I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh, will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should've come over'cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe I'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh.... lover, you should've come over'cause it's not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And I'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well I'm waiting for you
Lover, you should've come over
Cause it's not too late........

Lambrusco Kid

2008-12-26T01:21:00.010Z

Toy Dools - Live in Japan 1991

I'm always felling lonely
I'm always feeling blue
she was the one and only
she said sheloved me too
but now she's gone and left me
just like they always do
now I'm always full of misery
I don't know what to do

I'm always on a downer
I should be feeling fine
I'm never on a upper
I need a swig o' wine

Now he's always dizzy coz
he's busy with fizzy Lambrusco

I'm getting fat and lazy
I always look a mess
I need a little drinky poos
to bring me happiness

So give him a bottle of that fizzy stuff
a Lambrusco kids a kid with sesne
he's always at the Off Liscence with me...

[Chorus:]
Now we've found the answer
to stop you geelin low
a bottle of fizzy wine
they call it Lambrusco

I'm always feeling lousy
but I know that when
I've had a glass o'Lamby
I'll be smiling again

So give him a bottle of that fizzy stuff...
[Chorus]

That's what they call me, Lambrusco Kid
That's what they call me, I'm the Lambrusco Kid

I'm such a misery guts
I'm dirty and I stink
I've always got a pet lip
I need another drink.

So give him a bottle of that fizzy stuff...
[Chorus]

The Fairytale of New York

2008-12-16T17:41:00.008Z

The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl(1987)

Beautiful Christmas song…or maybe not…

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
And I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars Big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Living there almost dead on a drip
In that bed

You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God It's our last

I could have been someone
So could anyone
You took my dreams From me
when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

Lovesong

2008-12-11T18:03:00.004Z

The Cure (1989)

Honey Bee

2008-11-20T12:50:00.004Z

Madrugada (2008)

Madrugada is a Norwegian rock band formed in 1995.The term "madrugada" is Portuguese and means "dawn". The name was suggested to the band by poet/writer friend Øystein Wingaard Wolf.

This song is from their new album, released in January 2008.

Honey bee
Come buzzing me
I ain't seen you for so long

I need to feel you
I mean the real you
Not the one described to me in song

Out in the woods
Tall pine tree woods
She gave sweet loving to me

Her woodland grace
Her soft embrace
My face in shadow
Honey bee

Won't you come see me in the morning?
Won't you come see me late at night?
For it ain't right, no it just ain't right
You're meant to turn away from the light

Night, all my lights are on
I need a little one on one
This useless, helpless feeling

A young man should be blessed with love
There's just flesh and fire below
This drunken, senseless reeling
Hands on my face
Some silk and lace
Sweet perfume kisses
For me

Wherever you burn
I have returned
You lucky lady
Honey bee

I have to leave you in the morning
You always wanted to be free

Stay with me
Sweet lucky lady
Don't ever leave me
Honey bee

Awake in cold places
Cool ice and icy faces
Some dead and some living
Most of them doing something in between

My lady in waiting
Must have turned to hating me
Some bitter awakening this has been
The next time she calls I'm gonna let her in
The next time she calls I'm gonna let her in

And if she leaves me in the morning
At least we both have been relieved

Now stay with me
Stay with me
Sweet lucky lady
Don't you ever leave me
Honey bee

Tears

2008-11-07T14:17:00.020Z

The Chameleons (1986)

Intervention

2008-11-06T17:18:00.010Z

Arcade Fire (2007)

These Days

2008-11-03T14:23:00.018Z

Joy Division (1980)

Morning seems strange, almost out of place...

Morning seems strange, almost out of place.
Searched hard for you and your special ways.

These days, these days.

Spent all my time, learnt a killer's art.
Took threats and abuse 'till I'd learned the part.
Can you stay for these days?

Used outward deception to get away,
Broken heart romance to make it pay.

We'll drift through it all, it's the modern age.
Take care of it all now these debts are paid.
Can you stay for these days?

Velocidade Escaldante

2008-10-24T18:12:00.006+01:00

Mão Morta

Velocidade Escaldante(2005)

Os putos vêm só para dar um fix

Estendem-se pelo quarto a folhear comics

Esquecem gringas a marcar os livros

E morrem de volúpia num esgar feliz
Alguém me faz um bico

Não interessa se é noite ou dia

Os filmes em que vivem são de fantasia

Por entre trevas e mortos vivos

É chinês o facho que os alumia

Alguém acende um bic

Devaneiam-se incríveis planos

Num retorno extemporâneo aos verdes anos

Trincando velhas pizzas ressequidas

Aos polícias e aos ladrões jogamos

Alguém se afunda a pique

Alguém me faz um bico

Alguém acende um bic

Alguém se afunda a pique

Alguém se balança

E há mesmo alguém que dança ...

Ai que eu quero vomitar!

Velocidade escaldante

My Body is a Cage

2008-10-14T11:22:00.003+01:00

Arcade Fire

My Body is a Cage (2007)

I'm living in an age / Whose name I don't know /Though the fear keeps me moving / Still my heart beats so slow

V & Me

2008-10-02T10:48:00.003+01:00

My Way

2008-10-01T13:37:00.004+01:00

Sid Vicious

My Way (1978)

Originally recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1969.

The lyrics of "My Way" tell the story of a man who is nearing death. As he reflects on his life, he has no regrets for how he lived his life, saying that, until the end, he did things his way.

Vicious did not know all the lyrics to the song when it was recorded, so he improvised several lyrics...

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You cunt, I´m not a queer
I´ll state my case, of which I´m certain
I´ve lived a life that´s full
In each, and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, I´ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did, what I had to do
And saw it through with out exemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

There were times, I´m sure you knew
When there was fuck fuck fuck-all else to do
But through it all, when there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I faced the wall and the world
And did it my way

I've laughed and been a snake
I´ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And may I say, not in a gay way
Oh no, oh no not me
I did it my way

For what is a brat, what has he got
When he wears hats and he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
But only the words, of one who kneels
The record shows, I fucked a bloke
And did it my way

Sister Dew

2008-09-25T23:18:00.008+01:00

Deus

Sister Dew (1999)

Pasión

2008-09-09T10:13:00.006+01:00

Rodrigo Leão & Rui Reininho

Pasión(2001)

No me olvides
yo me muero
Amor
mi vida es sufrimiento
Yo
te quiero en mi camino
Por vos
cambiaba mi destino

Ay,
abrázame esta noche
aunque no tengas ganas
prefiero que me mientas
tristes breves nuestras vidas
acércate a mí
abrázame a ti por Dios
entrégate a mis brazos.

Tengo
un corazón penando
Yo sé
que vos lo está escuchando
Con
mil lágrimas te quiero
Pasión
sos mi amor sincero

Ay,
abrázame esta noche
aunque no tengas ganas
prefiero que me mientas
tristes breves nuestras vidas
acércate a mí
abrázame a ti por Dios
entrégate a mis brazos

Wild is the Wind

2008-09-08T12:41:00.009+01:00

David Bowie

Wild is the Wind (1976)

"Wild Is the Wind" is a song written by Dimitri Tiompkin and Ned Washington. The track was originally recorded by Johnny Mathis for the 1956 film Wild Is the Wind, and later covered by Nina Simone on the album Wild Is The Wind (1966).

David Bowie recorded a version of it in 1976 for his album Station to Station..

Holiday in Cambodia

2008-08-08T15:09:00.003+01:00

Dead Kennedy's

Holiday in Cambodia - Performed live in Studio, 1981

Holidays time. Why not choose Cambodia...

Quicksand

2008-08-04T17:41:00.008+01:00

David Bowie & Robert Smith

Quicksand (1989) - Performed live on Bowie's 50th Birthday (1997)

The best Bowie song ever.

Ian Curtis - A Tribute

2008-07-31T23:28:00.005+01:00

Radiohead

Street Spirit (Fade Out) - 1996

Europe is Our Playground

2008-07-27T16:57:00.007+01:00

Suede

Europe is Our Playground (1996)

The Weight Of The World

2008-07-24T01:26:00.030+01:00

The Editors

Live at Amsterdam - 2007