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.

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.

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

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 ...)

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

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

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