terça-feira, 1 de setembro de 2009
Estas são as músicas que foram aqui publicadas no mês de Agosto:
1 - Spaceman - The Killers
2 - Fake plastic trees - Radiohead
3 - Nine in the afternoon - Panic At The Disco
4 - Buried alive by love - HIM
Labels: Agosto
quarta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2009
A letra é impecável.
Buried alive by love - HIM
Again the burden of losing rests upon my shoulders
And its weight seems unbearable
Your tomb is where your heart is
I should have told her
But within me hid a secret so terrible
To cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile... yeah
The kiss of vanity blessed me with a spiritual murder
Fed the gods of war insatiable
Your home is where the dark is
I should have told her
Embrace the fire indestructible
To die is to know that you're alive
And my river of blood won't run dry
I never wanted to lose you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile
Oh they say
To cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And a deserted soul is gone
A cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile
If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile
I’ve been buried alive by love
I’ve been buried alive by love
I’ve been buried alive by love... yeah
I’ve been buried alive by love
I’ve been buried alive by love
I’ve been buried alive by love... yeah
Labels: HIM
quinta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2009
Bah, não me apetece dizer nada sobre esta.
Nine in the afternoon - Panic At The Disco
Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as love, you could, you can
Into a place, where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon
And we know that it could be
And we know that it should
And you know that you feel it too
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
Back to the street
Down to our feet
Losing the feeling of feeling unique
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place, hey
Where we used to say
Man it feels good to feel this way
Now I know what I mean
Back to the street, back to the place,
Back to the room where it all began
Back to the street, back to the place,
Back to the room where it all began
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
Just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
[x3]
Labels: Panic At The Disco
...
Fake plastic trees - Radiohead
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out.
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out.
It wears him out, it wears . . .
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
Oh, oh.
Labels: Radiohead
quarta-feira, 12 de agosto de 2009
Track 571 - ...caught between the devil and the deep blue sea
0 escutas Desabafo de JK por volta das 18:35É um daqueles dias em que acordo com uma música na cabeça...
Spaceman - The Killers
It started with a low light
Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed
And then they took my blood type
It left a strange impression in my head
You know that I was hoping
That I could leave this starcrossed world behind
But when they cut me open
I guess I changed my mind
And you know I might
Have just flown too far from the floor this time
Cause they calling me by my name
And the zipping white light beams
Disregarding the bombs and satellites
That was the turning point
That was one lonely night
The starmaker says it ain't so bad
The dreammaker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says everybody look down!
It's all in your mind
Now I'm back at home and
I’m looking forward to this life I live
You know it's going to haunt me
So hesitation to this life I give
You think you might cross over
You're caught between the devil and the deep blue sea
You better look it over
Before you make that leap
And you know I'm fine, but I hear those voices at night
Sometimes, they justify my claim
And the public don’t dwell on my transmission
Cause It wasn’t televised
But it was the turning point
O what a lonely night
The starmaker says it ain't so bad
The dreammaker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says everybody look down!
It's all in your mind
The starmaker says it ain't so bad
The dreammakers's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says everybody look down!
It's all in your mind
My global position systems are vocally addressed
They said the nile used to run from east to west
They said the nile used to run… from east to west
I'm fine,
but I hear those voices at night
Sometimes...
The starmaker says it ain't so bad
The dreammaker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says everybody look down!
It's all in your mind
The starmaker says it ain't so bad
The dreammaker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says everybody look down!
It's all in your mind
It's all in my mind
It's all in my mind
It's all in my mind
It's all in my mind
It's all in my mind
It's all in my... mind
Labels: The Killers
sábado, 1 de agosto de 2009
Estas são as músicas que foram aqui publicadas no mês de Julho
1 - Northern downpour - Panic at the disco
2 - Sweet 16 - Billy Idol
3 - "Prelúdio" de "Concerto para Violoncelo No.1 em Sol maior" (de Johann Sebastian Bach) - Sting ft. Alessandra Ferri
4 - Better man - Pearl Jam
5 - Feels just like it should - Jamiroquai
6 - Man on the moon - R.E.M.
7 - Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity) - Incubus
Labels: Julho
terça-feira, 21 de julho de 2009
So true.
Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity) - Incubus
I'm home alone tonight
full moon illuminates my room
and sends my mind aflight
I think I was dreaming of some thoughts
that were seemingly possible.....with you
so I call you on the tin can phone
we rendezvous at quarter-to
and make sure we're alone
I think I have found a way for you and I to finally fly free
when we get there, we're gonna go fly so far away
making sure to laugh
while we experience anti-gravity
anti-gravity (x2)
for years, I kept it to myself
now potentialities are bound
and living under my shelf
simply choose your destination
from the diamond canopy
and we'll be there
so I call you on the tin can phone
we rendezvous at a quarter-to
and make sure we're alone
I think I've found the way for you and I to finally be free
when we get there, we're gonna go fly so far away
making sure to laugh
while we experience anti-gravity
anti-gravity (x2)
anti-gravity (x2)
Labels: Incubus
Esta era previsível...
Man on the moon - R.E.M.
Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
Labels: R.E.M.
sexta-feira, 10 de julho de 2009
Muito bom.
Feels just like it should - Jamiroquai
I'm coming down to see ya,
I'm looking for fast and cheap,
I'm looking for the back of the streets,
(Yeah-ow)
I'm gonna get experience,
I came to see the candy man,
To turn it up and drown,
Feels just like it should,
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
(I'm gonna get experience)
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
Turn it up and drown,
I'm going on a laser beam,
To shoot some cherries down
I took a little free agent
I've got myself a five mile smile
so baby for the first time,
I need a little sugar 'n' spice,
(Yeah-ow)
I wanna see the city lights,
I'm gonna find a lover
Feels just like it should,
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
I'm looking for fast and cheap,
Feels just like it should,
I'm looking for the back of the streets,
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
I'm gonna get experience,
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
I'm here to see the candy man,
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
Sugar-spice, I'm on the phone,
I'm outside,
In a mean little street from the back town,
I want you,
I'm gonna lick you up and down,
Feels good,
She said it would feel that good,
and it does,
(Yeah-ow)
(Yeah-ow)
and it feels, it feels, it feels,
and it feels, it feels, it feels,
and it feels, it feels, it feels,
just like you,
just like you said it would,
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
(Yeah-ow)
Feels just like it should,
I'm coming down tonight to taste y'all,
Sugar-spice, I want you, a sexy girl,
slips in, it feels good,
(I love it when you tell me)
Feels just like it should
Labels: Jamiroquai
quinta-feira, 9 de julho de 2009
Este homem é um senhor.
Better man - Pearl Jam
Waitin', watchin' the clock, its four o'clock, it's got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She lies and says shes in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man (2x)
Ohh...
Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along...
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone
She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man (2x)
Yeah...
She loved him, yeah...she dont want to leave this way
She feeds him, yeah...thats why she'll be back again
Can't find a better man (3x)
Can't find a better...man...
Ohh...ohh...
Uh huh... (5x)
Ohh...
Labels: Pearl Jam
Os dois são simplesmente fenomenais.
"Prelúdio" de "Concerto para Violoncelo No.1 em Sol maior" (de Johann Sebastian Bach) - Sting ft. Alessandra Ferri
Labels: Sting
Este álbum (VH1 Storytellers) é um dos melhores, na minha opinião. A letra é algo diferente no vídeo. A atitude dele está toda lá.
Sweet 16 - Billy Idol
I'll do anything
For my sweet sixteen,
And I'll do anything
For little run away child
Gave my heart an engagement ring.
She took ev'rything.
Ev'rything I gave her,
Oh sweet sixteen.
Built a moon
For a rocking chair.
I never guessed it would
Rock her far from here
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen.
Someone's built a candy brain
And filled it in.
Well I'll do anything
For my sweet sixteen
Oh I'll do anything
For little runaway child
Well, memories will burn you.
Memories grow older as people can
They just get colder
Like sweet sixteen
Oh, I see it's clear
Baby, that you are
All through here
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen,
Someone's built a candy house
To house her in.
Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen.
Someone's built a candy brain
And filled it in.
And I do anything
For my sweet sixteen
Oh, I do anything
For little run away girl.
Yeah, sad and lonely and blue.
Yeah, gettin' over you.
How, how do you think it feels
Yeah to get up in the morning, get over you.
Up in the morning, get over you.
Wipe away the tears, get over you,
get over, get over...
My sweet sixteen
Oh runaway child
Oh sweet sixteen
Little runaway girl.
Gave my heart an engagement ring
She left everything
Everything I gave her
Sweet sixteen
Built a moon
For a rocking chair,
Never guessed it would
Rock her far from here
Oh, oh, oh
Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen.
Someone's built a candy house
To house her in.
Someone's built a candy castle
For my sweet sixteen
Someone's built a candy house
To house her in.
And I'll do anything
For my sweet sixteen
Oh, I'll do anything
For little runaway child.
Do anything
For my sweet sixteen
I'll do anything
For little runaway girl
Little runaway girl
Oh sweet sixteen
Oh sweet sixteen
Oh.
Labels: Billy Idol
quinta-feira, 2 de julho de 2009
Não me sai da cabeça.
Northern downpour - Panic at the disco
If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me
And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weathervanes my one and lonely
The ink is running toward the page
It's chasin' off the days
Look back at boat feet
And that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me
Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world's a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weathervanes my one and lonely
[x3]
Sugarcane (hey moon) in
(Hey moon) the easy mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my
(Hey moon) one and lonely
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely
[Continues in background:]
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
You are at the top of my lungs
Drawn to the ones who never yawn
[x2]
Labels: Panic At The Disco
quarta-feira, 1 de julho de 2009
Estas são as músicas que foram aqui publicadas no mês de Junho:
1 - Valsinha - Chico Buarque
2 - Bang Bang (My baby shot me down) - Nancy Sinatra
3 - Summer Wine - Ville Valo ft. Natalia Avelon
4 - Whoo Hoo - The 5,6,7,8's
5 - The start of something - Voxtrot
6 - Pas de cheval - Panic At The Disco
7 - The distance - Cake
8 - A whiter shade of pale - Procol Harum
9 - Unbreakable - Michael Jackson
Labels: Junho
sexta-feira, 26 de junho de 2009
Cá está o tributo. O vídeo vale a pena.
Unbreakable - Michael Jackson
Now I'm just wondering why you think
That you can get to me with anything
Seems like you'd know by now, when and how I get down
And with all that I've been through, I'm still around
Don't you ever make no mistake
Baby I've got what it takes
And there's no way you'll ever get to me
Why can't you see that you'll never ever hurt me
'Cause I won't let it be, I'm too much for you baby
Chorus [Michael Jackson]:
You can't believe it, you can't concieve it
And you can't touch me, 'cause I'm untouchable
And I know you hate it, and you can't take it
You'll never break me, 'cause I'm unbreakable
[Michael Jackson]
Now you can't stop me even though you think
That if you block me, you've done your thing
And when you bury me underneath all your pain
I'm steady laughin', while surfacing
Don't you ever make no mistake
Baby I've got what it takes
And there's no way you'll ever get to me
Why can't you see that you'll never ever hurt me
'Cause I won't let it be, see I'm too much for you baby
Chorus (2x)
[Michael Jackson]
You can try to stop me, but it won't do a thing
No matter what you do, I'm still gonna be here
Through all your lies and silly games
I'ma still remain the same, I'm unbreakable
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uh, uh, what, uh
I'm a lime to a lemon, my CeCe women
Bringin in ten G minimums to condos with elevators in 'em
Vehicles with televisions in 'em
Watch they entourage turn yours to just mirages
Disappearing acts, strictly nines and macs
Killers be serial, Copperfield material
My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
Any place I visit, I got land there
How can players stand there and say I sound like them
HELLO?!
Push wigs back and push six Coupes that's yellow
Plus clips that expand from hand to elbow
Spray up your Day's Inn, any 'telle you in
Crack braggin sick of braggin how my mink be draggin
Desert ease street sweeper inside the beamer wagon
I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die
Put that on my diamond bezel, you're messin with the devil
WHAT!!
Chorus (3x w/ Ad Libs by Jackson)
You can't touch me
You can't break me
You can't stand with me
'Cause I'm unbreakable
OWW!
GO ON!
Labels: Michael Jackson
Esta grande música é um clássico e não tem rigorosamente nada a ver com um possível tributo ao falecido Michael Jackson.
Mas podia ter ( e lá vou eu para o Inferno...)
A whiter shade of pale - Procol Harum
We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed
Labels: Procol Harum
terça-feira, 23 de junho de 2009
Track 561 - bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse
0 escutas Desabafo de JK por volta das 15:11Estes tipos têm qualquer coisa de especial...
The distance - Cake
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
engines pumping and thumping in time.
the green light flashes, the flags go up.
churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
they deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
their prowess is potent and secretly stern.
as they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
the fans get up and they get out of town.
the arena is empty except for one man,
still driving and striving as fast as he can.
the sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
and long ago somebody left with the cup.
but he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
he's going the distance.
he's going for speed.
she's all alone
all alone in her time of need.
because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
he's going the distance.
no trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
he's haunted by something he cannot define.
bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
in his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
she's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
the sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
and long ago somebody left with the cup.
but he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
cause he's going the distance.
he's going for speed.
she's all alone
all alone in her time of need.
because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
he's going the distance.
he's going for speed.
he's going the distance.
Labels: Cake
quinta-feira, 18 de junho de 2009
Ouvi-a pela primeira vez há pouco mais de 5 minutos. Muito boa.
Pas de cheval - Panic At The Disco
Oh, little did she know
Couldn't let me go
Already a part of her
So, often do I need
People in between
That just can't get a hold of it
So we'll just sing it for them
Ahhh
Yeah, we'll just sing it for them
(Just can't get a hold of it)
So we'll just sing it for them
Ahhh
Yeah, we'll just sing it
It's the greatest thing that's yet to have happened
Imagine knowing me
It's the greatest thing you'd ever imagine
But you'll never know until you're there
No, you'll never know until you're there
Slow, leave walking to the world
Give your feet a chance
They'll do all the thinking
Toast, high until they find
Less pathetic wine
Until they get a better blend
And we'll just drink it for them
Ahhh
Yeah we'll just drink it for them
(Until they get a better blend)
So we'll just drink it for them
Ahhh
Yeah we'll just drink it
It's the greatest thing that's yet to have happened
Imagine knowing me
It's the greatest thing you'd ever imagine
But you'll never know until you're there
No, you'll never know until you're there
It's the greatest thing that's yet to have happened
Imagine knowing me
It's the greatest thing you'd ever imagine
But you'll never know until you're there
No, you'll never know until you're there
No, you'll never know until you're there
Labels: Panic At The Disco
quarta-feira, 17 de junho de 2009
Não sei quem fez este vídeo, mas fiquei fã.
A música também é muito boa. (pun intended)
The start of something - Voxtrot
This time of night I could call you up
I'd get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes
If I die clutching your photograph
Don't call me boring, It's just 'cause I like you
Take me on back... take me back
To the place where I could feel your heart
Is this the end or just the start of
Something really, really beautiful
Wrapped up and disguised as something really, really ugly,
Won't you...
Come by and see me, I'm a love letter away
I'd break your name before I'd say, "I really love you, love you, "
I don't care if you saw, I watched every inch of film
Flash across your Roman features,
And I loved it, loved it; I don't care if
You think I'm eager to shut your eyes, well
I'm sorry-everybody knows you can't break me with your gutter prose
Would you believe it, she sent me a letter,
The ring, it nearly weighs her down, she's got another boy, oh boy
Steady your ears... read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury, it's how I'll break this home
And when I'm really ill, won't you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is, remember,
I heard you...
Inside your room, you said, "You never really live
Until your back's against the wall, " oh did you really mean it?
I never break my gaze, if just to see this scar remain reflected in your eyes
I think it's time to go home
Oh, tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty,
See there's a place where I sink to sleeping
Oh, my vote is as red as my blood
Will you join me for another round? I haven't had the chance to speak yet
God speed...
I break the law once every week to feel your touch,
What's a book to you in bed, Do you feel better, older?
This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen
Still you're not around to curse,
I'll drop the gun now, I'm still under you...
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight.
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep, just shut your eyes and burn the past away
Labels: Voxtrot
terça-feira, 16 de junho de 2009
Foi difícil encontrar a letra para esta :p
Whoo Hoo - The 5,6,7,8's
Labels: The 5678's
Gosh...
Summer Wine - Ville Valo ft. Natalia Avelon
Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled too
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said let pass some time
And I will give to you summer wine
Oohh-oh summer wine
Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Oohh-oh summer wine
My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamilliar line
And then she gave to me more summer wine
Oohh-oh summer wine
Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Oohh-oh summer wine
When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime
And left me cravin' for more summer wine
Oohh-oh summer wine
Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off those silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you my summer wine
Oohh-oh summer wïne
Labels: Natalia Avelon, Ville Valo
Para além de entrar num dos meus filmes de eleição, é simplesmente excelente.
Bang Bang (My baby shot me down) - Nancy Sinatra
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...
Labels: Nancy Sinatra
Não faltam peças a este homem.
Valsinha - Chico Buarque
Um dia, ele chegou tão diferente do seu jeito de sempre chegar
Olhou-a de um jeito muito mais quente do que sempre costumava olhar
E não maldisse a vida tanto quanto era seu jeito de sempre falar
E nem deixou-a só num canto, pra seu grande espanto, convidou-a pra rodar
E então ela se fez bonita como há muito tempo não queria ousar
Com seu vestido decotado cheirando a guardado de tanto esperar
Depois os dois deram-se os braços como há muito tempo não se usava dar
E cheios de ternura e graça, foram para a praça e começaram a se abraçar
E ali dançaram tanta dança que a vizinhança toda despertou
E foi tanta felicidade que toda cidade se iluminou
E foram tantos beijos loucos, tantos gritos roucos como não se ouvia mais
Que o mundo compreendeu
E o dia amanheceu
Em paz
Labels: Chico Buarque
segunda-feira, 1 de junho de 2009
Estas são as músicas que foram aqui publicadas no mês de Maio:
1 - Better that we break - Maroon 5
2 - Broken Box - Queens of the Stone Age
3 - Borboleta - Foge Foge Bandido
4 - You Picked Me - A Fine Frenzy
5 - Mr. Tambourine Man - Bob Dylan
6 - No surprises - Radiohead
7 - Oh, It Is Love - Hellogoodbye
8 - Bitter End - Placebo
9 - Every you every me - Placebo
10 - Space Oddity - David Bowie
11 - Coffee & Tv - Blur
Labels: Maio
quarta-feira, 27 de maio de 2009
Adoro este vídeo.
Coffee & Tv - Blur
Do you feel like a chain store?
Practically floored
One of many zeros
Kicked around bored
Your ears are full but you're empty
Holding out your heart
To people who never really
Care how you are
So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm going blind
And i'm braindead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again
Do you go to the country
It isn't very far
There's people there who will hurt you
Cos of who you are
Your ears are full of the language
There's wisdom there you're sure
'Til the words start slurring
And you can't find the door
So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm going blind
And i'm braindead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again
So give me Coffee and TV
history
I've seen so much
I'm going blind
And i'm braindead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again
Oh...we could start over again
Oh...we could start over again
Oh...we could start over again
Oh...we could start over again
Labels: Blur
quinta-feira, 21 de maio de 2009
Nem sei porque é que, pondo de parte covers, só agora ponho este senhor aqui...
Esta tem 40 anos.
Space Oddity - David Bowie
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom (Ten, Nine Eight, Seven, Six)
Commencing countdown, engines on (Five, Four, Three, Two)
Check ignition and may God's love be with you (One, Liftoff)
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much... she knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.
Labels: David Bowie
Não costumo pôr duas seguidas do mesmo artista, mas que se lixe, hoje apetece-me.
Every you every me - Placebo
Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.
In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Like the naked bleeds the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he [x4]
Labels: Placebo
Não vale a pena dizer nada. A música é o que interessa.
Bitter End - Placebo
Since we're feeling so anesthetised
In our comfort zone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
We're running out of alibi's
On the second of May
Reminds me of the summer time
On this winter day
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
Every step we take that's synchronized
Every broken bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
You shower me with lullabies
As you're walking away
Reminds me that it's killing time
On this fateful day
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
From the time we intercepted
Feels a lot like suicide
Slow and sad, grown inside us
Arouse and see you're mine
(See you at the bitter end)
Love has seen your run-around
Who wanna seek you now?
I want a peace
I'd whine out
(See you at the bitter end)
Love's reached his side
Grab this gentleness inside
Heard a cry
Six feet down
In six weeks' time
The mess you left
Will end
See you at the bitter end
Labels: Placebo
sábado, 9 de maio de 2009
Esta é mesmo muito boa. Recomendo.
Oh, It Is Love - Hellogoodbye
Oh, it is love
From the first time I set my eyes upon yours
Thinking oh, is it love?
Oh dear
It's been hardly a moment
And you are already missed
There is still a bit of your skin
That I've yet to have kissed
Oh say please do not go
But you know, oh, you know that I must
Oh say I love you so
But you know, oh, you know you can trust
We'll be holding hands once again
All our broken plans I will mend
I will hold you tight so you know
It is love from the first
Time I pressed my hand into yours
Thinking oh is it love?
Oh, dear, it's been hardly three days
And I'm longing to feel your embrace.
There are several days
Until I can see your sweet face.
Oh say, wouldn't you like to be older and married with me
Oh say, wouldn't it be nice to know right now that we'll be
Someday holding hands in the end
All our broken plans will have been
I will kiss you soft so you know
It is love from the first
Time I pressed my lips against yours
Thinking oh is it love?
Your heart may long for love that is more near
So when I'm gone these words will be here
To ease every fear
And dry up every tear
And make it very clear
I kiss you and I know
It is love from the first
Time I pressed my lips against yours
Thinking oh is it love?
Oh it is love from the first
Time I pressed my lips against yours
Thinking oh is it love?
I kiss you and I know
It is love from the first
Time I pressed my lips onto yours
Thinking oh is it love?
Labels: Hellogoodbye
Entranha-se.
No surprises - Radiohead
A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silence, silence.
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.
Labels: Radiohead
Genial de uma ponta à outra.
Mr. Tambourine Man - Bob Dylan
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Labels: Bob Dylan
Nada mal... gostei.
You Picked Me - A Fine Frenzy
One, two, three
Counting out the signs we see
The tall buildings
Fading in the distance
Only dots on a map
Four, five, six
The two of us a perfect fit
You're all mine, all mine
And all I can say
Is you blow me away
Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me
Like a shell upon a beach
Just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
But you picked me
Yeah you picked me
So softly
Rain against the windows
And the strong coffee
Warming up my fingers
In this fisherman's house
You got me
Searched the sand
And climbed the tree
And brought me back down
And all I can say
Is you blow me away
Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me
Like a shell upon a beach
Just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
But you picked me
Yeah you picked me
Labels: A Fine Frenzy
segunda-feira, 4 de maio de 2009
Grande Manel Cruz.
Borboleta - Foge Foge Bandido
Se eu largar
Eu sinto a sua falta
Se eu agarro ela perde a cor
Ela não é dos meus dedos
É dos meus medos
E faço-me passar por uma flor
Tento imaginar o que ela diz
À espera de aprender
À face da rua existe a lua
Mas não é tua
À margem da estrada não há nada
Mas já te agrada
Tu és o teu mundo
Tu és o teu fundo
Tu és o teu poço
És o teu pior almoço
És a pulga na balança
És a mãe dessa criança
És o mal
És o bem
És o dia que não vem
Agora pára de fazer sentido
Não vês que assim estás
A pisar fora da estrada
Vê se agora páras de fazer sentido de uma vez
Não vês que nada te dirá mais do que nos diz nada
Vê que o meu coração ainda salta
Quer e julga ser
Capaz
Não o faça por meus medos
Faça nos dedos
Eu fico para ver o que ele faz
Sem imaginar o que eu não
Fiz
Á espera de viver
Á face da chama existe a fama
Mas não te ama
Á margem do nada não há estrada
Já não te agrada
Tu és o teu preço
És a tua glória
Tu és o teu medo
És a parte má da história
Vê que o sol ainda brilha
Ainda tem por onde arder
Não é mau
Não é bom
São razões para viver
Agora pára de fazer sentido
Não vês que assim estás
A pisar fora da estrada
Vê se agora páras de fazer sentido de uma vez
Não vês que nada te dirá mais do que nos diz NADA
Se eu largar
Vou sentir a sua falta
Se eu largar
Vou sentir a sua falta
Se eu largar
Tu és tu sempre que tu és
És mesmo tu quando pensas que és outra coisa
E tu pensas que não mas tu és mesmo bom a ser sempre quem és
Daí o teu motivo ser
Inapagável
Daí o teu desejo ser
Incontornável
O prazer é tão maleável
Daí o seu valor ser inestimável
(A razão de existir um poeta é ...)
Labels: Foge Foge bandido
Sweet... sweet...
Broken Box - Queens of the Stone Age
I've got wine & so do you
Mine came with a cork
I wish yours did too
Everyone just loves you so
Well hurray!
Now you know where to go
In my head you're all brand new
I guess you're really all the same
In my head you're all brand new
Tell your new boy where I came
In my head you're all brand new
I just didn't want what you gave
In my head you're all brand new
Go & find yourself another slave
There you are
Ooohh you're so in love, just like Juliette
Well guess what?
That's one thing that you can for-fucking-get
Tears from the sky
In pools of pain
Well baby tonight, I'm gonna go & dance in the rain
In my head you're all brand new
I guess you're really all the same
In my head you're all brand new
Tell your new boy where I came
In my head you're all brand new
Take that broken pussy elsewhere
In my head you're all brand new
Save it baby, I don't care
Labels: QOTSA
Não liguem muito ao vídeo.
Better that we break - Maroon 5
I never knew perfection 'til
I heard you speak, and now it kills me
Just to hear you say the simple things
Now waking up is hard to do
And sleeping is impossible too
Everything is reminding me of you
What can I do?
It's not right, not OK
Say the words that you say
Maybe we're better off this way?
I'm not fine, I'm in pain
It's harder everyday
Maybe we're better off this way?
It's better that we break...
A fool to let you slip away
I chase you just to hear you say
You're scared and that you think that I'm insane
The city look so nice from here
Pity I can't see it clearly
While you're standing there, it disappears
It disappears
It's not right, not OK
Say the word it should say
Maybe we're better off this way?
I'm not fine, I'm in pain
It's harder everyday
Maybe we're better off this way?
It's better that we break
So you sitting all alone
You're fragile and you're cold, but that's all right
Life these days is getting rough
They've knocked you down and beat you up
But it's just a rollercoaster anyway, yeah
It's not right, not OK
Say the words that you say
Maybe we're better off this way?
I'm not fine, I'm in pain
It's harder everyday
Maybe we're better off this way?
I'm not fine, not OK
Say the words that you say
Maybe we're better off this way?
I'm not fine, I'm in pain
It's harder everyday
Maybe we're better off this way?
It's better that we break, baby
Labels: Maroon 5
sexta-feira, 1 de maio de 2009
Aqui estão as músicas que foram publicadas no mês de Abril:
1 - Everything Zen - Bush
2 - No leaf clover - Metallica
3 - Still waiting - Sum 41
4 - Stickshifts and safetybelts - Cake
Labels: Abril
terça-feira, 28 de abril de 2009
Impecáveis.
Stickshifts and safetybelts - Cake
stickshifts and safety belts
bucket-seats have all got to go
when we're driving in the car
it makes my baby seem so far
I need you here with me
not way over in a bucket-seat
I need you to be here with me
not way over in a bucket-seat
but when were driving in my Malibu
it's easy to get right next to you
I say "baby, scoot over please"
and then she's right there next to me
I need you here with me
not way over in a bucket-seat
I need you to be here with me
not way over in a bucket-seat
well a lot of good cars are japanese
yeah but when we're driving far
I need my baby
I need my baby next to me
well
stickshifts and safety belts
bucket-seats have all got to go
when we're driving in the car
it makes my baby seem so far
I need you here with me
not way over in a bucket-seat
I need you to be here with me
not way over in a bucket-seat
Labels: Cake
Gosto desta.
Still waiting - Sum 41
So am I still waiting,
For this world to stop hating?
Can't find a good reason.
Can't find hope to believe in.
Drop dead a bullet to my head.
Your words are like a gun in hand,
You can't change the state of the nation,
We just need some motivation.
These eyes have seen no conviction.
Just lies and more contradiction,
So tell me what would you say?
I'd say it's time
too late
So am I still waiting,
For this world to stop hating?
Can't find a good reason.
Can't find hope to believe in.
Ignorance and understanding,
We're the first ones to jump in line.
Out of step for what we believe in,
But who's left to stop the bleeding?
How far will we take this?
It's not hard to see through the fakeness
So tell me what would you say?
I'd say it's time
too late
So am I still waiting,
For this world to stop hating?
Can't find a good reason.
Can't find hope to believe.
This can't last forever.
Time won't make things better.
I feel so alone,
Can't help myself,
And no one knows,
If this is worthless,
Tell me [Echo x3]
SO!
What have we done?
with a war that can't be won!
This can't be real!
I don't know what to feel!
So am I still waiting,
For this world to stop hating?
Can't find a good reason.
Can't find hope to believe!
So am I still waiting,
For this world to stop hating?
Can't find a good reason,
For this world to BELIEVE!
Labels: Sum 41
De um dos melhores álbuns que conheço.
No leaf clover - Metallica
And it feels right this time
On this crash course were in the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
Beauty fills his head with wonder, boy....
Says it feels right this time
Turn around, found new high lights
Good day to be alive sir
Good day to be alive, he said.....
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way
Dont it feel right like this
All the pieces fall to his wish
Suck up for that quick reward boy
Suck up for that quick reward they said.....
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way......
It's coming your way
It's coming your way......
Here comes
Yeah, then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way.... yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah...
Then it comes to be, yeah
Labels: Metallica
Sem comentários.
Everything Zen - Bush
There must be something we can eat
Maybe find another lover
Should I fly to Los Angeles
Find my asshole brother
Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Dave's on sale again
We kissy kiss in the rear view
We're so bored
You're to blame
Try to see it once my way
Everything zen
Everything zen
I don't think so
Raindogs howl for the century
A million dollars a stake
As you search for your demi-god
And you fake with a saint
There's no sex in your violence
There's no sex in your violence
Try to see it once my way
Everything zen
Everything zen
I don't think so
I don't believe that Elvis is dead
I don't believe that Elvis is dead
I don't believe that Elvis is, Elvis is
There's no sex in your violence
Labels: Bush
quarta-feira, 1 de abril de 2009
Estas são as músicas que foram aqui publicadas no mês de Março:
1 - Parallel Universe - Red Hot Chili Peppers
2 - Na terra dos Sonhos - Jorge Palma
3 - Light my fire - The Doors
4 - Loose Lips - Kimya Dawson
5 - Vampire - Antsy Pants
6 - The Dynamo of Volition - Jason Mraz
7 - Twentysomething - Jamie Cullum
Labels: Março
quinta-feira, 26 de março de 2009
A letra faz todo o sentido.
Twentysomething - Jamie Cullum
After years of expensive education,
a car full of books and anticipation,
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.
Maybe I'll go travelling for a year,
finding myself or start a career.
I could work for the poor though I’m hungry for fame
we all seem so different but we're just the same.
Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat,
aren't things more easy with a tight six pack?
Who knows the answers? Who do you trust?
I can't even separate love from lust.
Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans,
working nine to five answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights.
I don't want to get up, just let me lie in,
leave me alone, I'm a twenty something.
Maybe I'll just fall in love that could solve it all,
philosophers say that that’s enough,
there surely must be more. Ooooh
Love ain’t the answer nor is work,
the truth eludes me so much it hurts.
But I’m still having fun and I guess that's the key,
I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me.
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
I’m a twenty something.
Let me lie in, Leave me alone.
I’m a twenty something.
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
doh dah duh dah, do duh dah dah dah
Labels: Jamie Cullum
terça-feira, 24 de março de 2009
Simplesmente brilhante.
Porto? Eu fui :)
The Dynamo of Volition - Jason Mraz
I got the dynamo of volition the po-po-position automatic transmission with low-ow emissions. I'm a brand new addition to the old edition with the love unconditional.
And I'm a drama abolitionist damn no opposition to my proposition half of a man half magician half a politician holdin' the mic like ammunition and my vision is as simple as light.
Ain't no reason we should be in a fight no demolition get to vote, get to say what you like procreation compositions already written by itself. Singin' heck is for the people not believin' in gosh.
(Chorus)
Good job, get 'em up way high gimmie gimmie that high five
Good times, get 'em way down low gimmie gimmie that low dough
Good god, bring 'em back again, gimmie gimmie that high ten
You're the best definition of good intention.
I do not answer a call if I do not know who is calling
I guess the whole point of it all is that we never know really
I'm tryin' to keep with the Jones's while waiting for guns and the roses to finish what we all suppose is gonna be shit so silly
Ooh, that shit so silly
bap bap bap bap bap bap so silly
Oh, fist knock bumpin' and wrist lock, twistin' up a rizla, Kid Icarus on the transistor, Nintendo givin' me the blister, girl bend over take it in the kisser
Best friends are hittin' on my sister, try to tell 'em that they still a wish-a, 'cause she already got herself a mister and besides that's gross don't wanna diss her. Now di-di-di-di-didn't I say?
(Chorus)
Good job, get 'em up way high gimmie gimmie that high five
Good times, get 'em way down low gimmie gimmie that low dough
Good god, bring 'em back again, gimmie gimmie that high ten
You're the best definition of good vs. evil
I do not keep up with statistics I do not sleep without a mistress
I do not eat unless it's fixed with some kind of sweet like a licorice
My home is deep inside the mystics I'm known to keep diggin' on existence
I'm holdin' in the heat like a fish stick, my phone it beeps because I missed it
I do not answer the call if I do not know who is calling
Makin' no sense of it all say can I get a witness?
I'm only a boy in a story, just a hallucinatory trippin' on nothin' there is livin' in the wilderness
With a tiger spot on my back, livin' life of a cat
I just wanna relax here and write another rap tune
Drivin' off on a blind man's bike
I can say just what I like or nothin' can stop you
Good job, get 'em up way high gimmie gimmie that high five
Good times, get 'em way down low gimmie gimmie that low dough
Good god, bring 'em back again, gimmie gimmie that high ten
You're the best definition of good intentions.
...
Labels: Jason Mraz
quinta-feira, 19 de março de 2009
Não sei porquê, mas adoro esta música. Um hino à maluquice :p
Vampire - Antsy Pants
I am a vampire
I am a vampire
I am a vampire
I am a vampire
I am a vampire
vampire
I am a vampire
I have lost my fangs
I am a vampire
I am a vampire
I am a vampire
I have lost my fangs
So I'm sad and I feel lonely
So I cry and I'm very angry
And I eat some garlic
So I'm no more satanic yeah yeah
I am a vampire and I'm walking (or looking) in the city
But the pretty girls don't look at me, don't look at me
Cos' I don't have my fangs, Cos' I have lost my fangs
I am a vampire
I am a vampire
I have lost my mouth organ
I am a vampire
I am a vampire
I have lost my mouth organ
Si I get bored and I shout
So I eat pop corn and I put on weight
And I sing but my voice is breaking
And I want to play the guitar
But my guitar is out of tune
I am a vampire and I'm walking in the city
But the musicals don't play with me, don't play with me
Cos' I don't have my mouth organ
Cos' I have lost my mouth organ.
Labels: Antsy Pants
Estranhamente brilhante :p
Loose Lips - Kimya Dawson
Loose lips might sink ships but loose kisses take trips
to San Francisco, double dutch disco,
tech. TV hottie, do it for scottie
do it for the living and do it for the dead
do it for the monsters under your bed
do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and
[we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened X 2]
we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be
how's it gonna be?
I'll drop kick Russell Stover, move into the starting over house
and know Matt Rouse and Jest are watching me achieve my dreams
and we'll pray, all damn day, every day,
that all this shit our president has got us in will go away
while we strive to figure out a way we can survive
these trying times without losing our minds
so if you wanna burn yourself
remember that I love you
if you wanna cut yourself
remember that I love you
if you wanna kill yourself
remember that I love you
call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
send me an IM, I'll be your friend
shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams
are seeming more and more worth fighting for
so I'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
and I'll say fuck Bush and fuck this war
my war paint is Sharpie ink and I'll show you how much my shit stinks
and ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful
they think we're disposable? well both my thumbs opposable!
spelled out on a double word and triple letter score and
[we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened X 4]
we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be
Labels: Kimya Dawson
sábado, 14 de março de 2009
A esta hora não sei muito bem o que escrever sobre isto, por isso vou deixar-me de tretas e deixar os senhores fazerem a cena deles, está bem?
Light my fire - The Doors
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Labels: The Doors
quarta-feira, 4 de março de 2009
Quem me dera escrever como ele...
"Se queres ver o Mundo inteiro à tua altura,
tens de olhar para fora sem esqueceres que dentro é que é o teu lugar"
Na terra dos Sonhos - Jorge Palma
Andava eu sem ter onde cair vivo
Fui procurar abrigo nas frases estudadas do senhor doutor
Ai de mim não era nada daquilo que eu queria
Ninguém se compreendia e eu vi que a coisa ia de mal a pior
Na terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu és, ninguém te leva a mal
Na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual
Na terra dos sonhos não há pó nas entrelinhas, ninguém se pode enganar
Abre bem os olhos, escuta bem o coração, se é que queres ir para lá morar
Andava eu sozinho a tremer de frio
Fui procurar calor e ternura nos braços de uma mulher
Mas esqueci-me de lhe dar também um pouco de atenção
E a minha solidão não me largou da mão nem um minuto sequer
Na terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu és, ninguém te leva a mal
Na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual
Na terra dos sonhos não há pó nas entrelinhas, ninguém se pode enganar
Abre bem os olhos, escuta bem o coração, se é que queres ir para lá morar
Se queres ver o Mundo inteiro à tua altura
Tens de olhar para fora, sem esqueceres que dentro é que é o teu lugar
E se às duas por três vires que perdeste o balanço
Não penses em descanso, está ao teu alcance, tens de o reencontrar
Na terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu és, ninguém te leva a mal
Na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual
Na terra dos sonhos não há pó nas entrelinhas, ninguém se pode enganar
Abre bem os olhos, escuta bem o coração, se é que queres ir para lá morar
Labels: Jorge Palma
terça-feira, 3 de março de 2009
Exactamente o que precisava ouvir.
Parallel Universe - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Deep inside of a parallel universe
It's getting harder and harder
To tell what came first
Under water where thoughts can breathe easily
Far away you were made in a sea
Just like me
Christ I'm a sidewinder I'm a
California king
I swear its everywhere
Its everything
Staring straight up into the sky
Oh my my a solar system that fits
In your eye
Microcosm
You could die but your never dead
spider web
Take a look at the stars in
Your head fields of space kid
Christ I'm a sidewinder I'm a
California king
I swear it's everywhere
It's everything
Psychic changes are born in your heart
entertain
A nervous breakthrough that makes us the same
Bless your heart girl
Kill the pressure its raining on
Salty cheeks
When you hear the beloved song
I am with you
Christ I'm a sidewinder I'm a
California king
I swear it's everywhere
It's everything
Labels: Red Hot Chili Peppers
domingo, 1 de março de 2009
Estas são as músicas que foram aqui publicadas no mês de Fevereiro:
1 - Vício de ti - Mesa
2 - Spitting games - Snow Patrol
3 - I will survive - Cake
4 - Suddenly I see - KT Tunstall
5 - After you've gone - Jamie Cullum
6 - Blue Moon - Diane Shaw
7 - Day-O (Banana Boat Song) - Harry Belafonte
8 - Fever - Rita Moreno & Animal
9 - Não me deixe só - Vanessa da Mata
10 - Orange Tree - David Fonseca
Labels: Fevereiro
sábado, 14 de fevereiro de 2009
A trabalheira que tive para encontrar esta..
Orange Tree - David Fonseca
Something in your mind goes weary, goes
Turning itself into a big ball of snow
And it just rolls, grows, growing stronger
As it goes, goes down the valley
Of the cold, cold lonely mountain
That hides all your secrets away from the surface
There, where, all Your feelings show
Where You stand on your own
I'll meet You under a shadow of an orange tree
He never ever really loved You
He never ever really cared, cared
So just go, just turn around and hold me, just hold me
Cause I, I've been waiting forever, forever
Something in Your mind goes weary, goes
Turning itself into a big ball of snow
And it just rolls, rolls growing stronger
As it goes, goes down the valley
Of the cold, cold lonely mountain
That hides all Your secrets away from the surface
There, where, all Your feelings show
Where You stand on your own
I'll take You dancing
We'll climb and we'll sit on the top of an orange tree
He never ever really loved You
He never ever really cared, cared
So just go, just turn around and hold me, just hold me
Cause I, I've been waiting forever, forever
Something in my heart goes boom, boom, boom
And all I see is You, You, You
Something in my heart goes boom, boom, boom
There's nothing I can do
Light shines for You
...
Labels: David Fonseca
Lembrei-me desta há pouco. O vídeo é giro.
Não me deixe só - Vanessa da Mata
Não me deixe só
Eu tenho medo do escuro
Eu tenho medo do inseguro
Dos fantasmas da minha voz...(2x)
Não me deixe só
Tenho desejos maiores
Eu quero beijos intermináveis
Até que os olhos mudem de cor...
Não me deixe só
Eu tenho medo do escuro
Eu tenho medo do inseguro
Dos fantasmas da minha voz...
Não me deixe só
Que o meu destino é raro
Eu não preciso que seja caro
Quero gosto sincero de amor...
Fique mais
Que eu gostei de ter você
Não vou mais querer ninguém
Agora que sei quem me faz bem...
Não me deixe só
Que eu saio na capoeira
Sou perigosa
Sou macumbeira
Eu sou de paz
Eu sou do bem, mas...
Não me deixe só
Eu tenho medo do escuro
Eu tenho medo do inseguro
Dos fantasmas da minha voz...(2x)
Ah ah! Ah ah ah ah ah aah!
Ah ah! Ah ah ah ah ah aah!
Ah ah! Ah ah ah ah ah aah!
Ah ah!
Fique mais,
Que eu gostei de ter você
Não vou mais querer ninguém
Agora que sei quem me faz bem...
Não me deixe só
Que eu saio na capoeira
Sou perigosa
Sou macumbeira
Eu sou de paz
Eu sou do bem, mas...
Não me deixe só
Eu tenho medo do escuro
Eu tenho medo do inseguro
Dos fantasmas da minha voz...
Ah ah! Ah ah ah ah ah aah!
Ah ah! Ah ah ah ah ah aah!
Ah ah! Ah ah ah ah ah aah!
Ah ah! Ah ah ah ah ah aah!
Ah ah! Ah ah ah ah ah aah!
Ah ah ah ah ah aah! (3x)
Labels: Vanessa da Mata
terça-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2009
E já que estou numa de pérolas, aqui fica uma das melhores versões da "Fever" que conheço.
O vídeo basta.
Fever - Rita Moreno & Animal
Labels: Animal, Rita Moreno
Tinha mesmo de pôr esta aqui. A música é muito conhecida e este vídeo em particular é brilhante. Que saudades dos Marretas.
Day-O (Banana Boat Song) - Harry Belafonte
Day-o, Day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Work all night on a drink a' rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack banana till the mornin' come
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day...
Daylight come and me wan' go home
A beautiful bunch a' ripe banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and me wan' go home
It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day...
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Labels: Harry Belafonte