Heard It Through The Grapevine

uiiiiii.... que moldura tããão linda!!! ;D

banshee beat

My Lady's House

Is That all there is

Somehow makes all sense!



"Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is...."

"And then I fell in love
With the most wonderful boy in the world
We'd take long walks down by the river
Or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes
We were so very much in love

And then one day
He went away
And i thought i'd die
But I didn't
And when I didn't
I said to myself
" Is that all there is to love ?"

"know what you must be saying to yourselves
If that's the way she feels about it
Then why doesn't she just end it all
Oh no. not me. i'm not ready for the final disappointment
'Cause I know just as well as i'm standing here talking to you
That when that final moment comes
And i'm breathing my last breath
I know what I'll be saying to myself
" Is that all there is ? ""

A Wolf at the Door

a ti...



"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
Takes all your credit cards
Get up get the guns
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
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
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside

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. . . .

So I go oh ooohhhh..."

HereBDragons

Do Norte Carágo!
Esta era a banda do meu colega de turma e companheiro de valentes copos , já lá vai o tempo... Augusto Lado (o senhor que agarra no microfone). Que muito me custou ver ser dissolvida. Mas que de vez em quando relembro com carinho.
"No propane on their balls, just semen, want some?"



Big Monsoon, in Tendinha dos Clérigos (a minha segunda casa que por sinal era ali ao atravessar da estrada)

Gimme Danger

Subterranean Homesick Blues

"Dont follow leaders
Watch the parkin meters"

"You dont need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows"

Mark Lanegan

Mark Lanegan & Isobel Campbell

The Prowl / Keep it Hid

"I see you walkin’ after dark
Trading looks with other men
But I’m the only one you need
And I know just where you’ve been
Oh can’t you see the tears I cried
And soak them up like a towel
For now I’ll be one step behind
Oh girl you got me on the prowl
I crawl around most every night
And I’m all wrapped up in your spell
I wish someone could understand
But you know I could never tell
I’ll just live on in the dark
If there’s no harm, there’s no foul
Well my love for you is strange
Oh girl you got me on the prowl"

Don't Stop Me Now

...I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball!!

( Esta deixa-me SEMPRE num good mood )



"Im burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
Thats why they call me mister fahrenheit
Im travling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you"

Berimbau

Toquinho!

De Cair de Queixos!!
Aqui fica a promessa de Toquinho com Vinícius!! Que aqui não poderá faltar!
Mas para já, um rebuçadinho:

C'mon Billy

Há poucas coisas tão bonitas como o ser humano, e há muito poucas coisas tão bonitas como uma mulher cheia de personalidade!



...Don't forget me
I had your son
Damn thing went crazy
But I swear you're the only one...

Space Oddity

Commencing countdown, engines on ...

Je Range

Perfeito hino aos meus blues. Que têm sido recorrentes.
Para além de me deslumbrar. (Sobretudo o poema)



Je range
Un poème de Charles Baudelaire
Auprès de l'écharpe
de mon ami suicidaire
Les rayons de soleil du matin en hiver
Auprès des billets d'avion
et de la crème solaire
Je range
Le thym et la sauge et le romarin
Auprès de la liste
des courses pour demain
Et les numéros de téléphone
de mes copains
Auprès du bon vin et des câlins

Je range
Les politiciens passionnés
auprès des artistes tourmentés
Ma guitare
auprès d'une photo de ma maman
Je range
Les cerises chaudes
Auprès des nombreuses bouteilles vides des fêtes de nouvel an
L'orgueil auprès de la dévotion
Et la paresse profonde
auprès de l'effort profond

Je les range proprement
Dans le même tiroir que
Les engueulades de ce moment
Qui possèdent le présent
Mais qui ne pèsent plus rien
au bout d'un an

Je range
La fatuité auprès du doute
L'immobilité auprès du voyage de noces
Le vinaigre auprès du miel
Et les problèmes derrière le dos
Je range
L'histoire d'amour
auprès de l'histoire de guerre
Les petits soldats
auprès des vers de terre
Ma gueule mal rasée
auprès de l'envie de plaire

Et je les range proprement
Dans le même tiroir que
La fatigue de ce moment
Qui me ralentit au présent
Mais que j'oublierai après les vacances

Je range
La perte auprès du gagnant
La sincérité auprès du désir aveugle
Les émissions de télé
auprès des chansons de jadis
La mauvaise communication
auprès du pari
Je range
La cotte auprès du bikini
Le grand saut auprès de la souricière
La promesse auprès de l'alibi
Et le robinet auprès d'une rivière

Je range
La pudeur auprès de la sueur
La belle auprès du crado
La chaleur auprès de l'extincteur
Mes cauchemars auprès du macho
Je range
L'eau potable
auprès de l'appareil photo jetable
L'alcoolo auprès du capable
La bonne idée auprès du minable
Et les coquillages dans le sable

Je les range proprement
Dans le même tiroir que
La haine de ce moment
Qui commence à m'étouffer
Mais que j'essaye d'oublier
Je les range proprement
Dans le même tiroir que
La confusion de ce moment
Qui me marque absent au présent
Mais ça ne dure jamais très longtemps

A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to The Left

De colar! Apaixonante.

NO JANE

Grandes Malhas de Rock Psicadélico.


Radio Moscow

Whale Bones

He found a curse around his neck
like a yoke; he knows he'll never forget
the way she cut through his bed
like a snake would bite through a cape of flesh

But he holds her
though she's broken
Swears he don't care where she's been
He's tired
of being human
Wears her close to the bone as though
she were his own skin.

Shoots from the heart instead of the head
his mouth and his words, they rarely connect
he looks to the past and where his tongue's tread
and he knows he's meant the opposite

But she holds him
like an infant
though it breaks her in half
to know he'll wake like a man
Sold on cold indifference,
when he reaches for her, she's gone,
she slips like the wind through blackened sails, but

Who are we to love at all?

I hope you don't mind
if I hang all of my hopes,
I hang all of my hopes on this time

Although I've been warned
I'll probably get burned
I'd rather get burned
than to not try.

I hope you don't mind
if I hang all of my hopes
I hang all of my hopes on this time
'cause you won't
let it go.

Heartattack and Vine

Mr.Tom Waits



Heartattack and Vine
liar liar with your pants on fire, white spades hangin' on the telephone
wire, gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line, you'll never recognize
yourself on heartattack and vine.

doctor lawyer beggar man thief, philly joe remarkable looks on in disbelief,
if you want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line, you'll probably
see someone you know on heartattack and vine.

boney's high on china white, shorty found a punk, don't you know there ain't
no devil, there's just god when he's drunk, well this stuff will probably kill
you, let's do another line, what you say you meet me down on heartattack and
vine.

see that little jersey girl in the see-through top, with the peddle pushers
sucking on a soda pop, well i bet she's still a virgin but it's only twenty-
five 'til nine, you can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine.

better off in iowa against your scrambled eggs, than crawling down cahuenga
on a broken pair of legs, you'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn
time, your're waitin' for the rtd on heartattack and vine.

THIS MESS WE'RE IN

Pj harvey & Thom Yorke






..."( Thom Yorke )
Night and day
I dream of
Making love
To you now baby
Love making
On screen
Impossible dream
And I have seen
The sunrise over the river
The freeway
Reminding of
This mess we're in

(...)

( PJ talking / Thom singing...together )
What were you wanting / What was that you wanted
I just wanna say
Don't ever change now baby
I'd thank you
I don't think we will meet again
And you must leave now
Before the sun rises
Over the skyscrapers
And the city landscape comes into view
Sweat on my skin
Oh
This mess we're in
Ooooh...>" (...)

Slowly But Surely

HOLLY GOLIGHTLY (a "figura" merece ser investigada)







"I'm watching a clock
And waiting for you
But how long
How long must I wait?
The beat of my heart
It's telling me true
'Give it up
you made a mistake'
"

Arcade Fire

Arcade Fire & David Bowie

Wake Up

"If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up."



"...Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.
..."