10.3.10
Mão Morta - Novelos de Paixão
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Novelos de Paixão, do novo álbum, Pesadelo em Peluche
Etiquetas: Músicas
22.4.09
18.4.09
coisas nocturnas
Não faço a mínima ideia do que isto seja... Acho que a banda ou lá o que é se chama "white lies" e a música de chama "to lose my life 4 play". Sei que ouvi e que gostei... e isso para mim é mais do que suficiente...
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Não faço a mínima ideia do que isto seja... Acho que a banda ou lá o que é se chama "white lies" e a música de chama "to lose my life 4 play". Sei que ouvi e que gostei... e isso para mim é mais do que suficiente...
Etiquetas: Músicas
8.2.09
monochrome life
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anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now. anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, all of these things are gone and i'm tired now. but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved. i'm pilling up some unread books under my bed and i really think i'll never read again. no concentration, just a white disorder everywhere around me, you know i'm so tired now. but don't worry i often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay. mochrome floors, monochrome walls, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me. monochrome flat, monochrome life, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me. sometimes i search an event or something to remember, but i've really got nothing in mind. sometimes i open the windows and listen people walking in the down streets. there is a life out there. but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved. anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now. anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, all of these things are gone and i'm tired now. but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved. mochrome floors, monochrome walls, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me. monochrome flat, monochrome life, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me.
Yann Tiersen, do álbum Le Phare, Monochrome
Etiquetas: Músicas
23.1.04
devaneio gótico-amoroso
The Cure - Burn
"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling
Adored
Tousled bird mad girl... "
But every night I burn
But every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purr
Murmuring me away from you
"Don't talk of worlds that never were
The end is all that's ever true
There's nothing you can ever say
Nothing you can ever do... "
Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream's the same
Every night I burn
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn
Waiting for the world to end
"Just paint your face" the shadows smile
Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired... "
But every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
Every night I burn
Scream the animal scream
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream
Dream the crow black dream...
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The Cure - Burn
"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling
Adored
Tousled bird mad girl... "
But every night I burn
But every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purr
Murmuring me away from you
"Don't talk of worlds that never were
The end is all that's ever true
There's nothing you can ever say
Nothing you can ever do... "
Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream's the same
Every night I burn
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn
Waiting for the world to end
"Just paint your face" the shadows smile
Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired... "
But every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
Every night I burn
Scream the animal scream
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream
Dream the crow black dream...
Etiquetas: Músicas
16.1.04
Ouve-se
Sempre que ouço esta músico imagino a marcha em rumo à victoria dos exercitos da revolução democráica. Será mesmo assim? Viverei eu para ver o dia em que a justiça, a harmonia, a liberdade, a igualdade, os direitos dos indíviduos, o respeito pela natureza que nos dá a vida, e a fraternidade entre todos os homens derrotará o polvo capitalista? Cáem-me lágrimas dos olhos quando penso nisto.
Adiante, ouçam:
ANARQUISTA DUVAL
[Adolfo Luxúria Canibal / Zé dos Eclipses - Carlos Fortes]
Pela estrada fora vinha um homem
Encoberto pelas sombras da noite
Alguém lhe perguntou o nome
«Sou uma miragem, Dizem que semeio o caos e a destruição
Como o vento semeia as papoilas
O meu nome é... Liberdade»
Vinha pela estrada fora a Liberdade
Encoberta pela noite das sombras
«Sabes quem eu sou?» perguntou ao candeeiro
«És uma miragem E pertences ao livro dos sublinhados provocadores
Que são os poetas
Almas sonhadoras»
«Anarquista Duval:
Prendo-te em nome da lei!»
«E eu suprimo-te em nome da Liberdade!!»
Sublinhados provocadores iam pela estrada fora
Carregando o livro das sombras
Da noite só restava o candeeiro
Encoberto
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Sempre que ouço esta músico imagino a marcha em rumo à victoria dos exercitos da revolução democráica. Será mesmo assim? Viverei eu para ver o dia em que a justiça, a harmonia, a liberdade, a igualdade, os direitos dos indíviduos, o respeito pela natureza que nos dá a vida, e a fraternidade entre todos os homens derrotará o polvo capitalista? Cáem-me lágrimas dos olhos quando penso nisto.
Adiante, ouçam:
ANARQUISTA DUVAL
[Adolfo Luxúria Canibal / Zé dos Eclipses - Carlos Fortes]
Pela estrada fora vinha um homem
Encoberto pelas sombras da noite
Alguém lhe perguntou o nome
«Sou uma miragem, Dizem que semeio o caos e a destruição
Como o vento semeia as papoilas
O meu nome é... Liberdade»
Vinha pela estrada fora a Liberdade
Encoberta pela noite das sombras
«Sabes quem eu sou?» perguntou ao candeeiro
«És uma miragem E pertences ao livro dos sublinhados provocadores
Que são os poetas
Almas sonhadoras»
«Anarquista Duval:
Prendo-te em nome da lei!»
«E eu suprimo-te em nome da Liberdade!!»
Sublinhados provocadores iam pela estrada fora
Carregando o livro das sombras
Da noite só restava o candeeiro
Encoberto
Etiquetas: Músicas
14.12.03
The Doors, Love Street
She lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens
She has robes and she has monkeys
Lazy diamond studded flunkies
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you
I see you live on Love Street
There's this store where the creatures meet
I wonder what they do in there
Summer Sunday and a year
I guess I like it fine, so far
She lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens
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She lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens
She has robes and she has monkeys
Lazy diamond studded flunkies
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you
I see you live on Love Street
There's this store where the creatures meet
I wonder what they do in there
Summer Sunday and a year
I guess I like it fine, so far
She lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens
Etiquetas: Músicas
