Ladies and Gentlemen, os Pink Grease:

This Is for Real (Junho 2004)

E antes do jogo por que todos esperam, uma música que se adequa ao estado de espírito nacional:

Fever

'Bora lá!!!!!!

i, o regresso do genial Stephin Merritt e dos seus Magnetic Fields.

I wish I had an evil twin

I wish I had an evil twin
running 'round doing people ill
I wish I had a very bad
and evil twin to do my will
to call and conquer cut and kill
just like I would
if I weren't good
and if I knew where to begin

down and down we go
how low no one would know
sometimes good life wears thin
I wish I had an evil twin

my evil twin would lie and steal
and he would stink of sex appeal
all men would writhe
beneath his scythe
he'd send the pretty ones to me
and they would think that I was he
I'd hurt them and I'd go scar free

I'd get no blame and feel no shame
'cause evil's not my cup of tea

down and down we go
how low one would not need to know
all my life there should have been
- an evil twin

A propósito de nada...

O meu horóscopo para hoje:

A crisis of faith

Valid during many months: This difficult time will test your spiritual or religious convictions. Even so, this influence is basically positive, because it will make you aware of any inconsistencies in your world view. It can also help you to see the detrimental effect on your personal well-being caused by relying too much on ideals, which will allow you to achieve a healthy degree of independence. You therefore now have a chance to either revive or rediscover your spiritual or philosophical freedom.
This influence could indicate an ongoing crisis of faith in which your highest ideals are called into question. You may come to realize that your motivations were not as altruistic as you would have liked to believe; you might also come to the conclusion that your ideals have been an attempt to compensate for, or cover up, any personal weaknesses. You might realize that you have been chasing after false prophets which have led you far from your own individual path.
It is as if you have been using your noble ideals to suppress the animalistic, physical side of your nature. These will now make their presence felt, demanding to be taken seriously. This will force you to change or expand your philosophical outlook, which in turn could cause you to make radical changes in your life. Whatever happens, this influence gives you an opportunity to examine whether your world view is compatible with all influences of your nature.

xi.... :p

Músicas Especiais VII

Outra dedicatória... esta tem ainda o teu cheiro...

Loverman, Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds AKA Vício

There's a devil waiting outside your door
(how much longer)
Bucking and braying and pawing the floor
Well, he's howling with pain and
crawling up the walls
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by the world
He's shouting your name and asking for more
There's a devil waiting outside your door

Loverman! Since the world began
Forever, Amen Till the end of time Take off that
dress I'm coming down I'm your loverman
Cause I am what I am what I am what I am

L is for LOVE, baby
O is for ONLY you that I do
V is for loving VIRTUALLY everything that you are
E is for loving almost EVERYTHING that you do
R is for RAPE me
M is for MURDER me
A is for ANSWERING all of my prayers
N is for Knowing your loverman's going to be the answer to all of yours

I'll be your loverman! Till the bitter end
While empires burn down Forever and ever
and ever and ever Amen I'm your loverman
So help me, baby So help me
Cause I am what I am what I am what I am
I'm your loverman!

There's a devil crawling along your floor
With a trembling heart,
he's coming through your door
With his straining sex in his jumping paw

There's a devil crawling along your floor
And he's old and he's stupid and
he's hungry and he's sore
And he's blind and he's lame
and he's dirty and he's poor
There's a devil crawling along your floor

Loverman! Here I stand Forever, Amen
Cause I am what I am what I am what I am
Forgive me, baby My hands are tied
And I got no choice No, I got no choice at all

I'll say it again

L is for LOVE, baby
O is for O yes I do
V is for VIRTUE, so I ain't gonna hurt you
E is for Even if you want me to
R is for RENDER unto me, baby
M is for that which is MINE
A is for ANY old how, darling
N is for Any old time

I'll be your Loverman! I got a masterplan
To take off your dress And be your man
Seize the throne Seize the mantle
Seize the crown Cause I am what I am
what I am what I am I'm your Loverman!

There's a devil lying by your side
You might think he's asleep
but take a look at his eyes
He wants you, darling, to be his bride
There's a devil lying by your side

Loverman! Loverman!

Ainda não tinha falado nela, mas acreditem: Gosto bastante!


A ouvir: A Sorta Fairytale (e que excelente vídeo... um elogio ao Amor... Amor com Maiúscula!)

Come on Die Young, Mogwai AKA Poder

Hoje isto está complicado...

Listening: Cody (live, infelizmente com má qualidade sonora e ruídos de fundo... but... whatever)

Eu era a tua Pam e tu o meu Jim

The World on Fire...Taxi from Africa...The Grand Hotel...
He was drunk a big party last night back going back

in all directions sleeping these insane hours I'll never wake up

in a good mood again I'm sick of these stinky boots

A propósito de nostalgia...

Hoje é dia 27... Lembras-te?
O número 27 era especial. Marcava o início de nós e, tantas vezes o dissemos, marcava o início da vida. Porque a vida antes de nós não existia...

Aproxima-se o nosso aniversário. Vai fazer um ano que estamos de luto. O fim de nós. Já não nos choro. Mas a dor de não ter sepultura continua cá...

Monkey Heart And The Horses' Leg, Preston School of Industry

Saw he was back in town
Paper said he never left
Come back to try your sound
and the sound is all that's left

Washed out with a crowd
He wore precision hide
Hair groomed slightly brown
He had always tried to hide

I'm hoping you had passed the test
1000 bricks, that's all that's left
Nothing means nothing I guess
Nothing is nothing I guess

Nothing really changed here
Frankie still mourns the dust
and the change is good for us

That's the way it goes I guess

Was it the monkeyheart
Or the horse's legs?
That left us all insane

I'm not satisfied
I'm not satisfied
I'm not
satisfied
I'm not
satisfied
I'm not
satisfied
I'm not!

Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'

Ok... Confesso... Passei-me... :D

A culpa foi da quantidade de horas que passei ontem no Amo-te Chiado e do facto de ter visto um programa sobre tunning....

A ouvir: Greased Lightnin'

Why this car is automatic, it's systematic, it's hydromatic
Why it's greased lightnin'!
We'll get some overhead lifters, and some four-barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talkin', whoa keep talkin'
Fuel injection cut-off, and chrome-plated rods, oh yeah
I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money
With a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waitin' at the door
You know that ain't shit, we'll be gettin' lots of tit - greased lightnin'
Chorus:
Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
Go, greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightnin'
We'll get some purple (French) tail-lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
A palomina dashboard and duel-muffler twins, oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs and shocks, I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't braggin', she's a real pussy wagon - greased
lightnin'
chorus repeats 2x

De vez em quando dou por mim a fazer listas de músicas como se fosse para um programa de rádio. Costumo chamar a esses momentos "mais uma das minhas estúpidas listas AKA indie da Sandra" ;)

Seis destas músicas já foram aqui referidas com direito a link para audição:

1. Sunlight makes me paranoid - Elefant
2. Float on - Modest Mouse
3. She's Sweet - Vue
4. Does Compute - Division of Laura Lee
5. Truth is - Tweaker (ft. Robert Smith)
6. Noise - Archive
7. Sea of Doubts - Azure Ray
8. Rusty Cage - Johnny Cash
9. Voice in the Wilderness - Ben Weaver
10. The Trials of Harrison Hayes - Willard Grant Conspiracy
11. Restless - Chris Eckman



Voice in the wilderness

I'm not gonna give you what you want to hear
I'm not gonna be with you in the end
It's cold as the stars way down inside of me
You're the voice that stands on the edge of the wilderness
Crying my god what should I do with this mess

My heart is the legs running inside my mind
Like a mad man I have lost any sense of time
I have slept under the overpass of Blue Avenue
In the people passing by I let go of you
Crying my god love is a bird dying in the sky so blue

Sometimes people are like god and they really don't exist
Unless you aim for my heart you will always miss
You can hold a match to my love and it will always burn
In your arms I can make any 2 words rhyme
Crying my god this is a place these are strange times

When you wake up one morning I will be down the road
You won't see me or hear or understand this song
When I wake up some mornings lying next to her
Say time is an arrow they say it heals the stitch
Crying my god this is a song for a love I can't resist

The snow falls tonight on the horses back
And the light comes through the window like a stolen car
I wish you the best in everything you do
I love you with everything I have
Crying my god can't you see there's no going back

Músicas Especiais VI

Vale a pena explicar porquê?

All Tomorrow's Parties, Velvet Underground

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties

And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties

And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties

Rain on Lens, (Smog)

A música do dia...

Song

I'm a bit like a soldier
In the way I wear no uniform
And choose not to fight
And fight all night
For some other cause

I'm a bit like the grave digger
Who wields no shovel
And digs no hole
But leaves the bodies to rot
In the places that they stand
For some other cause

I'm a bit like the pack mule
Carrying no load
Into the canyons of your jive
For some other cause

I'm a bit like the freelance fence painter
Then eyes your backside as you leave
For some other cause

I'm a bit like the peephole
That falls in love with all the eyes
That look through
Watching major things unfold
From minor flaws
For some other cause

(Have Mercy)

De novo:

2 A.M. Wakeup Call do antigo baterista dos Nine Inch Nails Chris Vrenna, a.k.a. Tweaker.

Uma das minhas preferidas:

Truth is (featuring Robert Smith)

"OH BABY YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME" SHE SAID
oh BABY YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT I EVER HAD...
"oh BABY YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME" SHE SAID
oh BABY YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I'M NEVER BAD...
"yeah BABY YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME" SHE SAID

I'M TELLING LIES AGAIN - SHE DIDN'T REALLY CARE
I'M TELLING LIES AGAIN - SHE DID IT EVERYWHERE
I'M TELLING LIES AGAIN - SHE DIDN'T EVER NEED
"oh BABY YOU'RE EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING TO ME... "

"oh BABY YOU'RE SO EASY TO BELIEVE" SHE SAID
"oh BABY YOU'RE THE ONE THING THAT I NEVER HAD...
oh BABY YOU'RE SO EASY TO BELIEVE" SHE SAID
"oh BABY YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I'M NEVER SAD...
yeah BABY YOU'RE SO EASY TO BELIEVE" SHE SAID

I'M TELLING LIES AGAIN - SHE DIDN'T REALLY COME
I'M TELLING LIES AGAIN - SHE DID IT EVERY ONE
I'M TELLING LIES AGAIN - SHE DIDN'T EVER LEAVE
"oh BABY YOU'RE SO EASY
SO EASY TO BELIEVE...
yeah BABY YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME" SHE SAID

I NEVER REMEMBER IF I'M HIM OR HER OR ME...
DO I WAKE UP IN OR OUT OF THIS?
AS THEM OR YOU OR WE?
I NEVER REMEMBER WHO I WONDERED
WHEN I WAS
IF THEY EVER WERE
THE WHY OR WHERE
THE HOW AND WHAT WAS LOST...

TRUTH IS - I'M NEVER THE SAME
TRUTH IS - I'M NEVER TO BLAME
TRUTH IS - I'M NEVER IN PAIN
TRUTH IS I'M LYING I'M LYING I'M LYING I'M LYING...

TRUTH IS I'M LYING AGAIN

Os VUE de novo. :)

Down for Whatever (2004)

Meus amigos, que MALHA!!!!!

She's Sweet

Momento de Felicidade IV

Deitada na areia molhada, as ondas lambendo-me os pés...
O Sol escondeu-se há pouco e eu, sonolenta, fecho os olhos. Ouço na minha mente a música que continua a arrepiar-me desde os primeiros acordes...

Where will you go when this day is over?

A pergunta perturbadora aliada à beleza da voz sussurrada, da melodia quase edénica.
A dúvida e uma imensa ternura.
Sorrio.
Sorrio sempre que a ouço.
Um sorriso tranquilo.
Apazigua-me a alma, sinto-me feliz.
Sinto-me em casa.



Dead Melodies, Beck

Where will you go
When this day is over?
A gambler's purse
Lays on the road

Straight to your door
Snakes have gone crazy tonight
Winding their way out of sight

A laugh, a joke
A sentiment wasted
Seasons of strangers
They've come and gone

Doldrums are pounding
Cheapskates are clowning this town
Who could disown themselves now?

Engineer
Slow down this old train
Cinders and chaff
Laugh at the moon

Night birds will cackle
Rotting like apples on trees
Sending their dead melodies
To me

Sossega...

neste momento sou só eu,
ninguém mais vem comigo...
Estamos sós e podemos fechar
os olhos, por fim...

As tuas mãos estão perto do chão,
quase alcançam o chinelo esquerdo
derrubado pelo sono

A chuva bate na janela e eu
olho para ti recordando os
momentos em que te amava ao desespero

Agora é tudo tão plácido, calmo,
sereno...

tu dormes

Suavemente deslizo nos lençóis para
me aproximar do teu peito nu

quero beijar-te mas tenho receio
de te acordar,
teus lábios aguardam,
mexem-se um pouco

observo-te
perco-me um pouco mais
na tua respiração
no teu cheiro

Amar-te será sempre a
minha principal revelação

Babies Are for Petting [EP] (2003) dos Vue, banda muito interessante de S. Francisco.

Listening: Babies Are For Petting
[música incluída no novo disco dos Vue Down For Whatever (2004)]

If you are for real, show me more
if you are show me more
just something so I know who you are...

Faz ecoar nas tuas paredes vazias os
meus sonhos e os meus gritos.
Faz explodir a escuridão, deixa a luz entrar
Deixa-me entrar

Hate (2002) dos escoceses The Delgados. Um excelente álbum.

Listening: Woke From Dreaming

You Are The Quarry, o regresso de Morrissey em grande estilo.

First of the Gang to Die

You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the stars,
reflect in the resevoirs

And you have never been in love,
Until you've seen the dawn rise,
behind the home for the blind

We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you're standing on our street..

...where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Oh my.
Where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die.

You have never been in love,
Until you've seen sunlight form
over smashed human bones

We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you're standing on our street..

...where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Such a silly boy.
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and a bullet in his gullet
the first last lad under the sod.


And he stole from the rich and the poor
and the not-very-rich and the very poor
and he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
....

abro a boca, espreguiço-me, invisto tudo num bocejo.
mesmo assim sou uma investidora frustrada pelo facto de não ter crédito suficientemente largo nem um conhecimento profundo do mercado que me permita um ajustado aproveitamento das capacidades de que disponho.

Músicas Especiais V

A música que patrocinou o Verão passado. Ajustava-se que nem uma luva, Yoshimi girl...

It's Summertime, The Flaming Lips

It's summertime
And I can understand if you still feel sad
It's summertime
And though it's hard to see its true possibilities
When you look inside, all you'll see
When you look inside, all you'll see
Is a self reflected inner sadness
Look outside
I know that you'll recognize
It's summertime

"O Quinteto TATI é um novo grupo liderado por J.P. Simões e Sérgio Costa, músicos dos Belle Chase Hotel.
Valsas, Rumbas, boleros e outros estilos exóticos cantados em português fazem do Quinteto Tati um projecto absolutamente único e inovador. A sua formação conta ainda com instrumentos como o contrabaixo, o órgão, os saxofones, os trompetes e as flautas numa sonoridade arrebatadora de melodias exuberantes, interpretadas num tom jazzy com algumas incursões na electrónica dando ao projecto um tom único de originalidade.
As letras são do próprio J.P. Simões, que desde os Belle Chase Hotel, nos habituou à genialidade da sua escrita.
Agora em língua portuguesa, Suor e Fantasia, Valsa da Primavera ou Rumba dos inadaptados, são alguns dos exemplos de uma escrita genuinamente portuguesa, plena de ironia e cantada com a alma e segurança a que J.P. sempre nos habituou.

Segundo J.P. Simões: "Como ainda não está provado que existe vida para além da porra, mais vale continuar humildemente a procurar respostas, a procurar dentro das canções uma espécie de elo perdido com uma vaga ideia de harmonia: semear o quinto império no quintal. E assim se justifica que um dia destes apareça por aí um disco novo com canções escritas por mim e pelo Sérgio."

QUINTETO TATI
J.P. Simões: Voz e Saxofone
Sérgio Costa: Teclados, Guitarra e Flauta
Rui Alves: Bateria e Pecussão
Zé Miguel: Guitarra
Pedro Pinto: Contrabaixo
Daniel Tapadinhas: Trompete"

Comprovado ontem no Santiago Alquimista.
Excelente!

Adquirido!

13 Violets dos Mother Superior, a banda que tem acompanhado Mr. Henry Rollins nas suas mais recentes aventuras. Este 13 Violets tem como produtor Wayne Kramer (guitarrista dos lendários MC5).

"Led Zeppelin with a full erection" Rolling Stone

Dúvidas? Vão ouvir o álbum!

Listening: Head Hanging Low

Head hanging low
Miserable girl
Well you can blame me for your faults
And your unprotected thoughts
Everybody knows you're guilty
It's really no reason to hate yourself

Head hanging low
Homicide girl
He bought a paper from the stand
But the ink got on his hands
And the headlines screaming
It's really no reason to hate yourself

I'm waiting for something
I watch the clouds blowing by
I feel so eternal
I hang my head and I cry
"Five minutes," stagehand said
Red curtain rise from the dead
Mind reader she told me
My fortune's already been spent

Head hanging low
Second hand girl
There is trouble if you want
You can watch it on TV
Doesn't give you any reason
Really doesn't give you any reason
You ain't got no reason

Os Grandes Galarzas responderam a um mail que lhes enviei escrevendo um post sobre isso!
Sinto-me extremamente honrada, caros Galarzas!
Gracias!

Aqui transcrevo o famoso escrito:

"Correio Elétrico

A Blogo Esférica colega Sandra, irresponsável pelos «Pedaços de Nada», atira-nos com esta missiva para o nosso caixote de correio, que publicamos agradecidos pela idolatria, mas também por ser a primeira do mês que não traz um vírus nem um worm agarrado. Obrigados colega, pela simpatia e por ajudar a manter saudável esta casa de cretinos.

«Oi Galarzas!
Já há algum tempo q visito o vosso blog e quero com este mail enviar os parabéns pela originalidade e sobretudo pelo excelente sentido de humor.
Gostei sobretudo deste último site q descobri à vossa pala: the knight who
say ni... é de facto imperdível ;)
keep up the good work! Vocês vão conquistar o mundo! (ou então não!) :)
Podem visitar o meu cantinho se desejarem:
pedaçosdenada.blogspot.com»

Como sair dos muros que me ergui?

Músicas Especiais IV


So Tonight That I Might See, Mazzy Star

Esta música tem uma história muito longa... mas resumindo ela falava de nós.

Fade Into You

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
I think it's strange you never knew

Músicas Especiais III

Esta foi-me dedicada em tempos... ;)

Fat, Violent Femmes

I hope
you got
fat
cause if you got
really fat
you just might want to see me come back
I don't care
how heavy or how skinny
just gimme
something to love
a little extra weight would never look no nicer on nobody else but you
and I could always use a little bit more
to hold on to
and if I get a fright in the middle
of the night I'll cling to you

Hold On Love (2003), o terceiro álbum de Azure Ray (Orenda Fink and Maria Taylor).
Muito belo.

Conferir:
If You Fall

Sea of Doubts

I told them all the ones i love
I'm leaving and i may not return
See lately i've been overcome
A feeling i fear has just begun
The pain i feel deep inside
That haunts us all that we will die
Never really knowing how it feels
To be alive
Through mountains and over seas
Through misery and disease
A spectator i played my part
But nothing could move this heart
Until i held the boys hand
The little one spoke like a man
He showed me death and said
This is how you know you're alive
A kingfisher in flight
You'll rise above the sea of doubts
Into a world full of clouds
Alive

2 A.M. Wakeup Call do antigo baterista dos Nine Inch Nails Chris Vrenna, a.k.a. Tweaker.

Listening: Ruby (featuring Will Oldman)

acaricia-me o coração e arrepia-me
a alma, provoca meus sonhos, meus
sentidos, engana-me com ilusões
sussurradas, promessas ao ouvido...
delírios transcendentais...
provoca-me ao tocar levemente meu corpo que,
entregue e trémulo, espera hesitante, atento...
com a ponta dos teus dedos leva-me ao arco-íris
e mostra-me a cor escondida, proibida do
verdadeiro firmamento...
leva-me a viajar, convoca deuses para me
servir, para melhor me amares...

perfumes pairam no ar, as fragrâncias do
amor inundam o nosso santuário, o nosso
corpo... a nossa pele transpira luxúria,
nossos poros exigem mais... o sonho é novamente
ressuscitado e, nos lençóis enrolados, quentes,
deixamos parte de nós de tão cheios que estamos...
derramamos, languidamente, pelo chão os bocados,
os excessos de paixão que não conseguimos guardar...
explodimos...
depois, frente a frente, demoramo-nos tempo
infinito dentro do olhar um do outro
Sonhamos abraçados, acalmando o vendaval passado,
sonhamos no calor dos nossos corpos ligados e, a
pouco e pouco, regressamos à realidade

Voltamos a ser estranhos

Estou gelada,
abraço-me mas encontro nada
Gelada mas insisto que está calor

Junto de mim só há ilusões e
o passado passeia comigo
pela minha própria montanha-russa,
fogo, sensações, vertigens,
todas essas imagens
abençoam o nosso percurso
e gargalhadas invadem o
silêncio

O nada preenche-se e
os mitos renascem

With the Tides (2003), o segundo registo do trio londrino South descoberto por James Lavelle dos UNKLE, produtor do álbum de estreia From Here On In.

Do mais recente disco:
Loosen Your Hold

The Hour Of Bewilderbeast, o álbum de estreia em 2000 de um dos mais interessantes discípulos do Mestre: Mr. Gough AKA Badly Drawn Boy

Listening: Once Around the Block

Amor feito de nadas,
amor que morre,
apodrece, esmigalha-se

Não quero esse amor,
não quero um amor
que não é aceso,
luminoso,
que não estremece
por dentro

Não quero um amor
às escondidas
nas camas alugadas,
emprestadas

Não quero um consolo
momentâneo
e a solidão
sempre

Não é o amor que desejo

Um amor morno,
um amor que expira de
validade
que cai,
cai,
que está quase
no chão

Não quero um amor de
ilusões,
de casas feitas
de nada,
de projectos que
não se desejam

Não quero um amor
às prestações

Não quero mais
este amor

Amor que me magoou
e me faz sentir
triste,
só

Não quero mais
este amor
no meio
da rua, feito de
cafés, de comboios e
gares

Cheio de despedidas,
sem confortos
nem abraços
durante o sono

De que vale amar-te?
De que vale chorar?
De que vale gritar
se não me ouves?

Porque é
que te amo?

O amor não é isto,
o amor não basta

Não quero mais
este amor,
não quero mais o meu
corpo alugado
Fecho-te a porta
o meu corpo, a
minha alma, o meu
amor nas falsas ilusões
dos lares alheios, do
falso conforto dos
sofás e televisores
dos outros

Não quero mais
este amor
que só me quer
de vez em quando

Não quero mais
este amor

---27 de Junho de 2003---
Epitaph for My Heart

movo-me sem andar
e penetro espaços estranhos
Penso em coisas demasiado complicadas
e desejo
simplificar as
equações
que me assaltam a mente
Nunca tive jeito para matemática,
ouço-me dizer e abafo
junto do aconchego
irreal
Libertas-me?
não te conheço,
não posso fazê-lo.
Reclamo uma saída e
só vejo becos.

Bocejo de sono mas ainda assim o dever impera...
Que dever - perguntas...
Ora...
Aqui estou mais uma vez, tão previsível...

As palavrinhas que se acendem na escuridão...
pedaços de nada, sempre...
projectos de sonho...
farrapos de nuvens...

Ouvir>> Step Into My Office, Baby dos Belle & Sebastian

She called me up today
Meet me down at the old cafe
I jumped into the shower
I was getting my marching orders

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?

She'd never stand for any lies
She's got an Out Tray full of guys
I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling
Now she says she wants to call a meeting

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?


I'm a slave to work
I'm only living when I walk amongst the office staff
And catch up with the office wag
I'll be in bed by nine
My curtains drawn
My thoughts composed
I get to work on time


She gave me some dictation
But my strength is in administration
I took down all she said
I even took down her little red dress

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I'm going to give you the job
I'm pushing for a raise
I've been pushing now for days

My output is in decline
I was burned out after Thatcher
My banner I laid down with a sigh
Now I doubt if I'll ever catch her

I've got to change my ways
Dress for business every day
A sharp suit and a kipper tie
A big arrow pointing to my fly

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of over time
Say my place at nine?

Músicas Especiais II


Todas as músicas que fazem parte deste excepcional disco do genial Stephin Merritt são especiais. All My Little Words é uma delas. Uma das 69 canções de amor. Uma das mais brilhantes.

All My Little Words, The Magnetic Fields = Clicar para ouvir!

You are a splendid butterfly
It is your wings that make you beautiful
And I could make you fly away
But I could never make you stay
You said you were in love with me
Both of us know that that's impossible
And I could make you rue the day
But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China
Not if I could sing like a bird
Not for all North Carolina
Not for all my little words
Not if I could write for you
The sweetest song you ever heard
It doesn't matter what I'll do
Not for all my little words

Now that you've made me want to die
You tell me that you're unboyfriendable
And I could make you pay and pay
But I could never make you stay

Amazing Grace dos Spiritualized, um daqueles pedaços de céu que nos fazem sorrir.

Hold on = Clicar para ouvir!

Dia 11 de Junho de 2004

Foi também o dia destes GRANDES senhores:

Quem perdeu deve punir-se para toda a eternidade! Foi uma loucura!!!
Um delírio!!! Eu ainda estou a restabelecer-me... Meu pobre pescoço... ;)

Um exemplo desse excelente concerto (cortesia de Hang The Dj! Gracias!)

If Your A Wizard Then Why Do You Wear Glasses (live 11/06)

Estes tipos são os MAIORES! E estão de volta!!!!!

Entretanto um clássico:

Main Offender

I'm on my way. Can't settle down.
I'm stuck in ways of being an ass and I got a lot of nerve that I'm ready to pass.
I'm on my way. I'm on my way.
Can't settle down.
I'm stuck in ways of sadistic joy and my talent only goes as far as to annoy.
I'm on my way. This is my main offender.
This is what I've got and it got me saying - Why me?
I'm on my way. I get around.
But I'm not all too sure about what I do.
I feel I've got to stop a second just to think it thru.
And so I stop! I'm on my way.
Yeah I get around.
Yeah I thought it all over and now I spit it out
and when I spit on those that I care less about I'm on my way.
This is my main offender.
This is what I've got and it got me saying - Why me?

Recordando o single Sunday Sunday dos Blur e a muito animada Daisy Bell (A Bicycle Made For Two). << Clicar para ouvir!

Ainda perdida algures....

Where is my mind?

Superfuzz Bigmuff Plus Early Singles, Mudhoney

A música de hoje é mesmo esta:

Touch Me I'm Sick (versão dos Sonic Youth? Parece-me a Kim Gordon...) = Clicar!!

(one, two)
ooh
wow
ooh
I feel bad, and I've felt worse
I'm a creep, yeah, I'm a jerk

Come on
Touch me, I'm sick

wow
I won't live long, and I'm full of rot
Gonna give you - girl - everything I got

Touch me, I'm sick, yeah
Touch me, I'm sick

Come on baby, now come with me
If you don't come
If you don't come
If you don't come
You'll die alone

wow
ooh

I'm diseased, I don't mind
I'll make you love me 'till the day you die

Come on
Touch me, I'm sick
ahhh
Fuck me, I'm sick

Come on baby, now come with me
If you don't come
If you don't come
If you don't come
You'll die alone

E para além disto o que se pode dizer mais sobre o concerto de ontem? Subscrevo as palavras do Beep-Beep. Foi de facto a felicidade!

PIXIES DAY!!!!!!!!!!

Meus amigos, só vos posso dizer isto:

A indie está um espectáculo!

Ouçam e digam de vossa justiça! :)

E como por aqui se continua a tomar atenção ao que aqueles tipos divulgam nos seus excelentes programas de autor (cf. link A3: Calado, Quintão, A. Costa), aqui estão os Elefant:


Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid (2003), o excelente álbum de estreia da banda de Nova Iorque.

A ouvir: Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid

Misfit (vídeo)

I will start again...

Dreams That Breathe Your Name, os Elysian Fields, referidos várias vezes como os novos Mazzy Star. Há semelhanças de facto nas vozes de Jennifer Charles e Hope Sandoval. Apesar disso, por aqui continua-se a gostar mais dos Mestres apesar destes discípulos terem também muita qualidade.

A ouvir:

Baby Get Lost

Shooting stars

sim... já sei...


Desta vez podem clicar e ouvir o maravilhoso Mark Kozelek:

Carry Me Ohio

Este é para ti, Su!!!!!!!!

O álbum que me acompanhou hoje. Obrigada, rapazes!

Deckchairs And Cigarettes, The Thrills

Well, what can you do
When all that surrounds you
Says slow down
Deckchairs and cigarettes

(They're sayin)
Lets go to San Diego
Hey that's where all the kids go

Just don't change a thing
Just don't change a thing
Just don't change a thing

Well the bottom fell out
On our summer
But we knew
What we got ourselves into

(They're sayin)
Lets go to San Diego
Hey that's where all the kids go

Just don't change a thing
Just don't change a thing
Just don't change a thing

Lets go to San Diego
Hey that's where all the kids go

You build me up so high,
My darling
You brought me down so low,
You know it

You build me up so high,
My darling
You brought me down so low,
You know it

Just don't change a thing
Just don't change a thing
Just don't change a thing

Músicas especiais I

Naquele fim-de-semana levei o tempo todo a ouvir Prince. Recordo-me perfeitamente da tarde de sábado passada estendida na relva ao sol em Belém. Estive o dia todo sozinha... ou melhor, o Prince acompanhou-me... No dia seguinte encontrámo-nos por fim. Eu ia a ouvir Little Red Corvette e emprestei-te os phones para ouvires também. Foi a última música que partilhámos.

Voltei a ouvir a canção na terça-feira recusando que a mesma se tornasse sinónimo de tristeza. Tornou-se assim uma das músicas da minha vida.

Little Red Corvette

I guess I shoulda known
By the way u parked your car sideways
That it wouldn't last

See you're the kinda person
That believes in makin' out once
Love 'em and leave 'em fast

I guess I must be dumb
'cuz u had a pocket full of horses
Trojan and some of them used

But it was saturday night
I guess that makes it all right
And u say what have I got 2 lose?
And honey I say

Little red corvette
Baby you're much 2 fast
Little red corvette
U need a love that's gonna last

I guess I shoulda closed my eyes
When u drove me 2 the place
Where your horses run free

'cuz I felt a little ill
When I saw all the pictures
Of the jockeys that were there before me

Believe it or not
I started to worry
I wondered if I had enough class

But it was saturday night
I guess that makes it all right
And u say, "baby, have u got enough gas?"
Oh yeah

Little red corvette
Baby you're much 2 fast, yes u r
Little red corvette
U need 2 find a love that's gonna last

A body like yours (a body like yours)
Oughta be in jail (oughta be in jail)
'cuz it's on the verge of bein' obscene
('cuz it's on the verge of bein' obscene)

Move over baby (move over baby)
Gimme the keys (gimme the keys)
I'm gonna try 2 tame your little red love machine
(I'm gonna try 2 tame your little red love machine)

Little red corvette
Baby you're much 2 fast
Little red corvette
U need 2 find a love that's gonna last

Little red corvette
Honey u got 2 slow down (got 2 slow down)
Little red corvette
'cuz if u don't u gonna run your
Little red corvette right in the ground

(little red corvette)
Right down 2 the ground (honey u got 2 slow down)
U, u, u got 2 slow down (little red corvette)
You're movin' much 2 fast (2 fast)
U need 2 find a love that's gonna last

Girl, u got an ass like I never seen
And the ride...
I say the ride is so smooth
U must be a limousine

Baby you're much 2 fast
Little red corvette
U need a love, u need a love that's
That's gonna last
(little red corvette)
U got 2 slow down (u got 2 slow down)
Little red corvette

'cuz if u don't, 'cuz if u don't,
U gonna run your body right into the ground (right into the ground)
Right into the ground (right into the ground)
Right into the ground (right into the ground)

Little red corvette

E tu? Que génio louco és? Uma criação de O Mundo Insano da Abyssinia



oh yeah! afinal eu também sou mestre! ;)

nunca tive dificuldade em invadir a
folha em branco e maculá-la
com a minha imbecilidade
entendo que a minha imbecilidade
deve ter o seu espaço
e que as páginas em branco
desejam entreter-se com ela
é um negócio feliz para ambas

rotina instituída por mim mesma.
fui enganada nas minhas próprias decisões, resoluções que a nada levaram.
enganei-me e continuo a enganar-me.
não estou a ir a lado nenhum pois apesar de saber o caminho não tenho coragem para avançar...

we can see the way, we can leave today...

não tenho a idade que aparento nem a idade que tenho. a idade não existe.
limbo dos desinspirados,
condenados a permanecer no conforto dos lares alheios,
deficientes de emoções e resoluções reais,
rebeldes sem causa

blame it on yourself

cobardia a que damos o nome de azar,
conjuntura cósmica desfavorável
à felicidade

esquecer os meus sonhos, enterrá-los
longe
junto com os brinquedos que já se perderam
há muito

affraid to fly

a ridícula incapacidade que te
mutila, asfixia a vontade
própria
nazi para comigo mesma, ditadura
auto-imposta
conforto no lamento,
queixume caprichoso e imbecil

a self-inflicted obsession

um inútil e infecundo
receio, aqueles medos que te
paralisam e não reages perante o
atropelamento certo,
animal abismado pela sua
própria cobardia

as tuas vontades estão espartilhadas pelas pseudo-vontades
dos outros.
és imbecil
a inteligência foi desperdiçada em ti
saco de porrada que se lastima

Depois de Má Educação visto ontem, o próximo. Oh yeah!

E o que roda aqui ultimamente:

1965, The Afghan Whigs do excepcional Greg Dulli... Hot!!!!!! Conferir também o link Ousadia...

66

You walked in
Just like smoke
With a little come on, come on, come on
In your walk
Well, come on
I've been waitin'
Are you waitin?
For my move, well i'm makin' it


So tell me baby, can you shake it?
If i can move it with ya
Will you let me take it?
I'll be down on my knees
Screamin' take me, take me, take me, take me
I'm yours
I've never felt so out of control
You don't even know what you're doin' to me
Come on and do it to me
Don'tcha stop


Come on, come on
Come on little rabbit
Show me where you got it
'cuz i know you got a habit

Momento de felicidade III

Ouvir o Virginia Creeper do início ao fim e voltar a ouvir o Virginia Creeper... Again and again and again...

Grant-Lee Phillips, you're the man!

Ain't nothin' that stays the same
Won't ask it a'you
Just that burgundy smile you wore yesterday
Say ya won't ever lose

Volcano, I'm Still Excited!! (20 de Janeiro de 2004).

The name says it all. "Quirky, whimsical, and idiosyncratic" barely scrape the surface in describing this Brooklyn via Austin band before "energetic, impromptu, and catchy" snaps the picture more clearly into focus. Deftly created compositional pop songs framed by a keyboard, drum kit, and guitar set the tone for this amazing debut recorded by Andy Sharp (Mates of State) at Music Lane in Austin, Texas.

Do homónimo álbum de estreia: In Green

Façam favor de visitar o amigo Hermes, pois desta vez ele excedeu-se: Medley Radiohead versão Rodeo muito bem intitulada de Rodeohead (hilariante!) e um videogame com os Velvet Underground!
A não perder!

uma vez que tenho a fama e não o proveito...

Atenção: Plágio system on!

Santana Lopes quer que no São Jorge, para além do cinema, haja uma sala para concertos rock. Pois, eu tenho que concordar com Santana Lopes desta vez, e dizer:"Muito boa ideia, Sr. Presidente da Câmara".

gentilmente roubado ao Povd. :)

sexta-feira

O percurso aborrecido para o trabalho foi suavizado pela excelente companhia deste disco:

Já por várias vezes referido aqui como um dos melhores de 2003, continua a ser injustamente ignorado por muitos... sim, vocês das rádios! Toca a passar os Grandaddy, ok?
Este Sumday é um hino à melancolia, aquela melancolia calma, suave que só uma banda como os Grandaddy é capaz de transmitir. Eles são a banda-sonora ideal para um dia de sol, céu límpido... "peace of mind and happiness"...
Acompanham-me no comboio enquanto olho a paisagem pela janela, recordando outras viagens, outros comboios, outros países...

Lost on Yer Merry Way

Trouble with a capital T, "Tie him down" they said
But tired ain't for me, Let this one fly...
I wonder what they'll make of me, When i'm good and gone in song
In God's country, Let this one fly...

Off on a merry way, Often alotta days, Lost on yer merry way
Cause unrevealed and never known...And never known...

Trouble with people like me, Tie 'em down and then they vanish instantly
Let this one fly...
Its really no problem, you see, When the sky ignites and your days crash quietly, Let this one fly...

Off on a merry way, Often alotta days, Lost on yer merry way
Cause unrevealed and tucked away
Often alotta days, Lost on yer merry way,Cause unrevealed and never known
All that i'm askin tonite, is that i make it back home alive
No explosions, no crashes, no fights, i wanna get back home...
Back home...back home...back home tonite

Nós (em dois actos) - Acto dois

Olhaste-me com lágrimas nos olhos. Eu compreendi... Chegava a hora que julgávamos nunca existir nos nossos sonhos mais pueris. Ingénuos, nós...
E no rádio começa a tocar Big Gay Heart... Quão oportuna pode ser uma canção...
Abraçámo-nos ao som de please don't break my big gay heart...
A música adiou mas não impediu o inevitável.

Big Gay Heart, Lemonheads

Take a look into some big grey eyes and ask yourself
You wanna make 'em cry?
Lookin' out of them it's just as well
But you're gonna live to see I'm gonna ask you why

Either way you got a bone to pick, can't you leave that to somebody else?
I don't need you to suck my dick or to help me feel good about myself

Big gay heart, please don't break my big gay heart
Big gay heart, please don't break my big gay heart

Why can't you look after yourself and not down on me?
Do you have to try to piss me off 'cause I'm easy to please?
Why can't you look after yourself and not down on me?
Yeah while I understand now you're not with the big gay scene

If you can find a way to add it up,
it might be hard but it might be enough
I'd be grateful, I'd be satisfied,
And you might find in time it wouldn't feel so bad
After all it doesn't take that much and it would mean the song to me
For you to lose the part that's still afraid and not prepared to see

My big gay heart
In the dark, my big gay heart
Big gay heart, please don't break my big gay heart

Why can't you look after yourself and not down on me?
Do you have to try to piss me off just 'cause I'm easy to please?
Why can't you look after yourself and not down on me?
Yeah while I understand now you're not with the big gay scene

Big gay heart, please don't break my big gay heart
Big gay heart, please don't break my big gay heart
My big gay heart
In the dark, big gay heart
My big gay heart, please don't break my big gay heart

Nós (em dois actos) - Acto um

Escrevi na palma da tua mão estes versos: Before you slip into unconsciousness, I'd like to have another kiss...
Tu pegaste na minha e escreveste: When you were here before I couldn't look you in the eyes, you're just like an angel...
Estávamos no início de 95 e foi essa a primeira prova escrita do sentimento que partilhávamos. Eu, mais atrevida, querendo um beijo, roubei as palavras de Jim e tu, vendo em mim um ser inatingível (vá-se lá saber porquê), alvo do teu amor platónico, escrevias a Creep dos Radiohead.
A música foi desde o início nossa cúmplice, aliada.
Ainda tenho guardada aquela lista de bandas e de discos indispensáveis que fizemos juntamente com o Luís. Faith no More, Morphine, Pixies, Smiths, Grant Lee Buffalo,... Eram bastantes...
Tinhas já na altura muitos cds. Fui eu quem te ofereceu o The Doors pois era uma falha imperdoável na tua colecção!
A música foi o tema das nossas primeiras conversas. Lembro-me que só conseguíamos falar sobre música... No resto ficávamos calados...
Mas nesse dia conseguimos comunicar. As nossas mãos encharcadas de tinta...

Momento de felicidade II:

Já todos conhecem esta maravilha, mas ouvi-la continua a arrepiar.
Agora a passar na 91.6 fm:

Maps, Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Pack up
I've strayed
Enough
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say

Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you

Made off
Don't stray
My kind's your kind
I'll stay the same

Pack up
Don't stray
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say

Wait! they don't love you like i love you
Wait! they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-aps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...

Momento de felicidade I:

Começar o dia a ouvir a voz suave do Mestre a cantar: I need your lovin like the sunshine...

Sim... repito-me...
estás por aqui outra vez... e é tão bom...

Carry Me Ohio

sorry that
i could never love you back
i could never care enough
in these last days

her tears
fell on her pages found me out
on her words i dont know what
to do or say

wading through
warm canals and pools clear blue
the Tuscarawas flows into
the prairie land

riding back
to where the highway met
dead end tracks
the ground is now cement and glass
and far away

heal her soul, carry her, my angel, ohio

lingering in
what about the sweetness we knew
what about what's good what's true
from those days

can't count to
all the lovers i've burned through
so why do i still burn for you
i cannot say

sorry that
i could never love you back
i could never care enough in these last days

heal her soul, carry her, my angel, ohio

children blush
and gather round the home she rests
so poor and gold with their midwest
moon and sun

flashes bringing on
my open eyes the lightning storm
the tortured mist felt soft, felt warm
on my face

craving dreams
a million miles ago you see
and the star that i just dont see
anymore

words long gone
lost on journeys we walked on
lost are voices heard along the way

sorry for
never going by your door
never feeling love like that
anymore

heal her soul, carry her, my angel, ohio

esta é para ti, menina das cerejas

Só para dizer que as tuas fotos de cerejas são bem melhores que esta... :)

Sou o que se pode chamar "a lyrics person", dou muita atenção às letras. Para além da música, a letra tem que me dizer algo para colocar uma determinada canção num lugar de destaque.
Apesar de não ser grande fã dos Kula Shaker, gosto da letra desta música que ouvi há pouco na 91.6 fm.

Por isso, aqui vai:

Shower your love (1999)

Shower your love on me
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
You dont need a reason why

'Cos I'm not even half the way there
But I'm just too stupid to care
So help me now
When i've fallen through

There are scenes in my open mind
Confusion and flashing lights
Shower your love on me
Cos nothing here feels right

Cos I'm not even half the way there
But I'm just too stupid to care
So help me now
When I've done all I can do

Shower Your love on me

I can't wait, I'm losing faith
Like we might just explode
Comfort me with a melody
Show me that I'm gonna know the answer
Show me that I'm gonna know

Shower Your Love on me
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
You don't need a reason why
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
Shower your love on me

The Gossip: "We started a band 'cause we were bored. Our mission is to make you dance, and if you're not gonna dance, just stay at home and listen to the oldies station."

On The Prowl

Can We Kiss?

Quem pergunta é Calvin Johnson...

So, what's the answer?

Oh yeah! Estes tipos estão quase aí a rebentar!!!

Mr. you're on fire Mr. , Liars

Do the twist, twist for Ice-Cream
C'mon dance, Misdirection
You can take new nicks for Blue Jeans
But its 3 if you're dead


We are trapped, make it violent
The most bright, I'm assuming
Love the smell of your bath
(Back)
Sci-Fi
Half-Time
Mr. you're on fire Mr.
(No sir I'm okay)


By the seaside, near the seashore
Thats where I got lost


We are trapped, make it violent
The most bright, I'm assuming
Love the smell of your bath
(Back)
Sci-Fi
Half-Time
Mr. you're on fire Mr.
(No sir I'm okay)

e a brincar, a brincar já chegámos a Junho ("And here comes june... the sun is gonna shine in june...")
e devagar, devagarinho aproximamo-nos do fim das aulas! Apesar de virem aí as avaliações, reuniões, exames... Mas um dia de cada vez, se faz favor... (Relativizar... lembras-te?)
apesar de saber que não há nada de novo para além do mês novo... mas o facto de ser Junho tem que ser suficiente... sim, "here comes june, the sun is gonna shine in june"...
associar isso a outro ensinamento já bem antigo: "take it easy, baby, take it as it comes"
mesmo que não te apeteça, sorri, faz de conta, finge... em breve esqueces-te que não te apetecia e já estás a rir com gosto de uma piada bem parva...
recorda... recorda os momentos bons da vida que já viveste até agora e pensa que irão existir muitos mais (mesmo que não acredites, pensa que sim...)