Unidos...
Pete And The Pirates
Banda indie rock de Reading (Reino Unido) constituída por Thomas Sanders, Pete Hefferan, David Thorpe, Pete Cattermoul e Jonny Sanders.
United
O Sentimento de um Ocidental - Cesário Verde
Um Mundo...
Cesário Verde
Nasceu em Lisboa a 25 de Fevereiro de 1855 e faleceu no Lumiar a 19 de Julho de 1886. Foi um poeta português, sendo considerado um dos precursores da poesia que seria feita em Portugal no século XX.
O Sentimento de um Ocidental
Nas nossas ruas, ao anoitecer,
Há tal soturnidade, há tal melancolia,
Que as sombras, o bulício, o Tejo, a maresia
Despertam-me um desejo absurdo de sofrer.
O céu parece baixo e de neblina,
O gás extravasado enjoa-me, perturba-me;
E os edifícios, com as chaminés, e a turba
Toldam-se duma cor monótona e londrina.
Batem os carros de aluguer, ao fundo,
Levando à via-férrea os que se vão. Felizes!
Ocorrem-me em revista, exposições, países:
Madrid, Paris, Berlim, Sampetersburgo, o mundo!
Semelham-se a gaiolas, com viveiros,
As edificações somente emadeiradas:
Como morcegos, ao cair das badaladas,
Saltam de viga em viga, os mestres carpinteiros.
Voltam os calafates, aos magotes,
De jaquetão ao ombro, enfarruscados, secos,
Embrenho-me a cismar, por boqueirões, por becos,
Ou erro pelos cais a que se atracam botes.
E evoco, então, as crónicas navais:
Mouros, baixéis, heróis, tudo ressuscitado
Luta Camões no Sul, salvando um livro a nado!
Singram soberbas naus que eu não verei jamais!
E o fim da tarde inspira-me; e incomoda!
De um couraçado inglês vogam os escaleres;
E em terra num tinido de louças e talheres
Flamejam, ao jantar, alguns hotéis da moda.
Num trem de praça arengam dois dentistas;
Um trôpego arlequim braceja numas andas;
Os querubins do lar flutuam nas varandas;
Às portas, em cabelo, enfadam-se os lojistas!
Vazam-se os arsenais e as oficinas;
Reluz, viscoso, o rio, apressam-se as obreiras;
E num cardume negro, hercúleas, galhofeiras,
Correndo com firmeza, assomam as varinas.
Vêm sacudindo as ancas opulentas!
Seus troncos varonis recordam-me pilastras;
E algumas, à cabeça, embalam nas canastras
Os filhos que depois naufragam nas tormentas.
Descalças! Nas descargas de carvão,
Desde manhã à noite, a bordo das fragatas;
E apinham-se num bairro aonde miam gatas,
E o peixe podre gera os focos de infecção!
II
NOITE FECHADA
Toca-se às grades, nas cadeias. Som
Que mortifica e deixa umas loucuras mansas!
O Aljube, em que hoje estão velhinhas e criancas,
Bem raramente encerra uma mulher de "dom"!
E eu desconfio, até, de um aneurisma
Tão mórbido me sinto, ao acender das luzes;
À vista das prisões, da velha Sé, das Cruzes,
Chora-me o coração que se enche e que se abisma.
A espaços, iluminam-se os andares,
E as tascas, os cafés, as tendas, os estancos
Alastram em lençol os seus reflexos brancos;
E a Lua lembra o circo e os jogos malabares.
Duas igrejas, num saudoso largo,
Lançam a nódoa negra e fúnebre do clero:
Nelas esfumo um ermo inquisidor severo,
Assim que pela História eu me aventuro e alargo.
Na parte que abateu no terremoto,
Muram-me as construções rectas, iguais, crescidas;
Afrontam-me, no resto, as íngremes subidas,
E os sinos dum tanger monástico e devoto.
Mas, num recinto público e vulgar,
Com bancos de namoro e exíguas pimenteiras,
Brônzeo, monumental, de proporções guerreiras,
Um épico doutrora ascende, num pilar!
E eu sonho o Cólera, imagino a Febre,
Nesta acumulação de corpos enfezados;
Sombrios e espectrais recolhem os soldados;
Inflama-se um palácio em face de um casebre.
Partem patrulhas de cavalaria
Dos arcos dos quartéis que foram já conventos;
Idade Média! A pé, outras, a passos lentos,
Derramam-se por toda a capital, que esfria.
Triste cidade! Eu temo que me avives
Uma paixão defunta! Aos lampiões distantes,
Enlutam-me, alvejando, as tuas elegantes,
Curvadas a sorrir às montras dos ourives.
E mais: as costureiras, as floristas
Descem dos magasins, causam-me sobressaltos;
Custa-lhes a elevar os seus pescoços altos
E muitas delas são comparsas ou coristas.
E eu, de luneta de uma lente só,
Eu acho sempre assunto a quadros revoltados:
Entro na brasserie; às mesas de emigrados,
Ao riso e à crua luz joga-se o dominó.
III
AO GÁS
E saio. A noite pesa, esmaga. Nos
Passeios de lajedo arrastam-se as impuras.
Ó moles hospitais! Sai das embocaduras
Um sopro que arrepia os ombros quase nus.
Cercam-me as lojas, tépidas. Eu penso
Ver círios laterais, ver filas de capelas,
Com santos e fiéis, andores, ramos, velas,
Em uma catedral de um comprimento imenso.
As burguesinhas do Catolicismo
Resvalam pelo chão minado pelos canos;
E lembram-me, ao chorar doente dos pianos,
As freiras que os jejuns matavam de histerismo.
Num cutileiro, de avental, ao torno,
Um forjador maneja um malho, rubramente;
E de uma padaria exala-se, inda quente,
Um cheiro salutar e honesto a pão no forno.
E eu que medito um livro que exacerbe,
Quisera que o real e a análise mo dessem;
Casas de confecções e modas resplandecem;
Pelas vitrines olha um ratoneiro imberbe.
Longas descidas! Não poder pintar
Com versos magistrais, salubres e sinceros,
A esguia difusão dos vossos reverberos,
E a vossa palidez romântica e lunar!
Que grande cobra, a lúbrica pessoa,
Que espartilhada escolhe uns xales com debuxo!
Sua excelência atrai, magnética, entre luxo,
Que ao longo dos balcões de mogno se amontoa.
E aquela velha, de bandós! Por vezes,
A sua traîne imita um leque antigo, aberto,
Nas barras verticais, a duas tintas. Perto,
Escarvam, à vitória, os seus mecklemburgueses.
Desdobram-se tecidos estrangeiros;
Plantas ornamentais secam nos mostradores;
Flocos de pós-de-arroz pairam sufocadores,
E em nuvens de cetins requebram-se os caixeiros.
Mas tudo cansa! Apagam-se nas frentes
Os candelabros, como estrelas, pouco a pouco;
Da solidão regouga um cauteleiro rouco;
Tornam-se mausoléus as armações fulgentes.
"Dó da miséria!... Compaixão de mim!..."
E, nas esquinas, calvo, eterno, sem repouso,
Pede-me sempre esmola um homenzinho idoso,
Meu velho professor nas aulas de Latim!
IV
HORAS MORTAS
O tecto fundo de oxigénio, de ar,
Estende-se ao comprido, ao meio das trapeiras;
Vêm lágrimas de luz dos astros com olheiras,
Enleva-me a quimera azul de transmigrar.
Por baixo, que portões! Que arruamentos!
Um parafuso cai nas lajes, às escuras:
Colocam-se taipais, rangem as fechaduras,
E os olhos dum caleche espantam-me, sangrentos.
E eu sigo, como as linhas de uma pauta
A dupla correnteza augusta das fachadas;
Pois sobem, no silêncio, infaustas e trinadas,
As notas pastoris de uma longínqua flauta.
Se eu não morresse, nunca! E eternamente
Buscasse e conseguisse a perfeição das cousas!
Esqueço-me a prever castíssimas esposas,
Que aninhem em mansões de vidro transparente!
Ó nossos filhos! Que de sonhos ágeis,
Pousando, vos trarão a nitidez às vidas!
Eu quero as vossas mães e irmãs estremecidas,
Numas habitações translúcidas e frágeis.
Ah! Como a raça ruiva do porvir,
E as frotas dos avós, e os nómadas ardentes,
Nós vamos explorar todos os continentes
E pelas vastidões aquáticas seguir!
Mas se vivemos, os emparedados,
Sem árvores, no vale escuro das muralhas!...
Julgo avistar, na treva, as folhas das navalhas
E os gritos de socorro ouvir, estrangulados.
E nestes nebulosos corredores
Nauseiam-me, surgindo, os ventres das tabernas;
Na volta, com saudade, e aos bordos sobre as pernas,
Cantam, de braço dado, uns tristes bebedores.
Eu não receio, todavia, os roubos;
Afastam-se, a distância, os dúbios caminhantes;
E sujos, sem ladrar, ósseos, febris, errantes,
Amareladamente, os cães parecem lobos.
E os guardas que revistam as escadas,
Caminham de lanterna e servem de chaveiros;
Por cima, as imorais, nos seus roupões ligeiros,
Tossem, fumando sobre a pedra das sacadas.
E, enorme, nesta massa irregular
De prédios sepulcrais, com dimensões de montes,
A Dor humana busca os amplos horizontes,
E tem marés, de fel, como um sinistro mar!
Cesário Verde
Nasceu em Lisboa a 25 de Fevereiro de 1855 e faleceu no Lumiar a 19 de Julho de 1886. Foi um poeta português, sendo considerado um dos precursores da poesia que seria feita em Portugal no século XX.
O Sentimento de um Ocidental
Nas nossas ruas, ao anoitecer,
Há tal soturnidade, há tal melancolia,
Que as sombras, o bulício, o Tejo, a maresia
Despertam-me um desejo absurdo de sofrer.
O céu parece baixo e de neblina,
O gás extravasado enjoa-me, perturba-me;
E os edifícios, com as chaminés, e a turba
Toldam-se duma cor monótona e londrina.
Batem os carros de aluguer, ao fundo,
Levando à via-férrea os que se vão. Felizes!
Ocorrem-me em revista, exposições, países:
Madrid, Paris, Berlim, Sampetersburgo, o mundo!
Semelham-se a gaiolas, com viveiros,
As edificações somente emadeiradas:
Como morcegos, ao cair das badaladas,
Saltam de viga em viga, os mestres carpinteiros.
Voltam os calafates, aos magotes,
De jaquetão ao ombro, enfarruscados, secos,
Embrenho-me a cismar, por boqueirões, por becos,
Ou erro pelos cais a que se atracam botes.
E evoco, então, as crónicas navais:
Mouros, baixéis, heróis, tudo ressuscitado
Luta Camões no Sul, salvando um livro a nado!
Singram soberbas naus que eu não verei jamais!
E o fim da tarde inspira-me; e incomoda!
De um couraçado inglês vogam os escaleres;
E em terra num tinido de louças e talheres
Flamejam, ao jantar, alguns hotéis da moda.
Num trem de praça arengam dois dentistas;
Um trôpego arlequim braceja numas andas;
Os querubins do lar flutuam nas varandas;
Às portas, em cabelo, enfadam-se os lojistas!
Vazam-se os arsenais e as oficinas;
Reluz, viscoso, o rio, apressam-se as obreiras;
E num cardume negro, hercúleas, galhofeiras,
Correndo com firmeza, assomam as varinas.
Vêm sacudindo as ancas opulentas!
Seus troncos varonis recordam-me pilastras;
E algumas, à cabeça, embalam nas canastras
Os filhos que depois naufragam nas tormentas.
Descalças! Nas descargas de carvão,
Desde manhã à noite, a bordo das fragatas;
E apinham-se num bairro aonde miam gatas,
E o peixe podre gera os focos de infecção!
II
NOITE FECHADA
Toca-se às grades, nas cadeias. Som
Que mortifica e deixa umas loucuras mansas!
O Aljube, em que hoje estão velhinhas e criancas,
Bem raramente encerra uma mulher de "dom"!
E eu desconfio, até, de um aneurisma
Tão mórbido me sinto, ao acender das luzes;
À vista das prisões, da velha Sé, das Cruzes,
Chora-me o coração que se enche e que se abisma.
A espaços, iluminam-se os andares,
E as tascas, os cafés, as tendas, os estancos
Alastram em lençol os seus reflexos brancos;
E a Lua lembra o circo e os jogos malabares.
Duas igrejas, num saudoso largo,
Lançam a nódoa negra e fúnebre do clero:
Nelas esfumo um ermo inquisidor severo,
Assim que pela História eu me aventuro e alargo.
Na parte que abateu no terremoto,
Muram-me as construções rectas, iguais, crescidas;
Afrontam-me, no resto, as íngremes subidas,
E os sinos dum tanger monástico e devoto.
Mas, num recinto público e vulgar,
Com bancos de namoro e exíguas pimenteiras,
Brônzeo, monumental, de proporções guerreiras,
Um épico doutrora ascende, num pilar!
E eu sonho o Cólera, imagino a Febre,
Nesta acumulação de corpos enfezados;
Sombrios e espectrais recolhem os soldados;
Inflama-se um palácio em face de um casebre.
Partem patrulhas de cavalaria
Dos arcos dos quartéis que foram já conventos;
Idade Média! A pé, outras, a passos lentos,
Derramam-se por toda a capital, que esfria.
Triste cidade! Eu temo que me avives
Uma paixão defunta! Aos lampiões distantes,
Enlutam-me, alvejando, as tuas elegantes,
Curvadas a sorrir às montras dos ourives.
E mais: as costureiras, as floristas
Descem dos magasins, causam-me sobressaltos;
Custa-lhes a elevar os seus pescoços altos
E muitas delas são comparsas ou coristas.
E eu, de luneta de uma lente só,
Eu acho sempre assunto a quadros revoltados:
Entro na brasserie; às mesas de emigrados,
Ao riso e à crua luz joga-se o dominó.
III
AO GÁS
E saio. A noite pesa, esmaga. Nos
Passeios de lajedo arrastam-se as impuras.
Ó moles hospitais! Sai das embocaduras
Um sopro que arrepia os ombros quase nus.
Cercam-me as lojas, tépidas. Eu penso
Ver círios laterais, ver filas de capelas,
Com santos e fiéis, andores, ramos, velas,
Em uma catedral de um comprimento imenso.
As burguesinhas do Catolicismo
Resvalam pelo chão minado pelos canos;
E lembram-me, ao chorar doente dos pianos,
As freiras que os jejuns matavam de histerismo.
Num cutileiro, de avental, ao torno,
Um forjador maneja um malho, rubramente;
E de uma padaria exala-se, inda quente,
Um cheiro salutar e honesto a pão no forno.
E eu que medito um livro que exacerbe,
Quisera que o real e a análise mo dessem;
Casas de confecções e modas resplandecem;
Pelas vitrines olha um ratoneiro imberbe.
Longas descidas! Não poder pintar
Com versos magistrais, salubres e sinceros,
A esguia difusão dos vossos reverberos,
E a vossa palidez romântica e lunar!
Que grande cobra, a lúbrica pessoa,
Que espartilhada escolhe uns xales com debuxo!
Sua excelência atrai, magnética, entre luxo,
Que ao longo dos balcões de mogno se amontoa.
E aquela velha, de bandós! Por vezes,
A sua traîne imita um leque antigo, aberto,
Nas barras verticais, a duas tintas. Perto,
Escarvam, à vitória, os seus mecklemburgueses.
Desdobram-se tecidos estrangeiros;
Plantas ornamentais secam nos mostradores;
Flocos de pós-de-arroz pairam sufocadores,
E em nuvens de cetins requebram-se os caixeiros.
Mas tudo cansa! Apagam-se nas frentes
Os candelabros, como estrelas, pouco a pouco;
Da solidão regouga um cauteleiro rouco;
Tornam-se mausoléus as armações fulgentes.
"Dó da miséria!... Compaixão de mim!..."
E, nas esquinas, calvo, eterno, sem repouso,
Pede-me sempre esmola um homenzinho idoso,
Meu velho professor nas aulas de Latim!
IV
HORAS MORTAS
O tecto fundo de oxigénio, de ar,
Estende-se ao comprido, ao meio das trapeiras;
Vêm lágrimas de luz dos astros com olheiras,
Enleva-me a quimera azul de transmigrar.
Por baixo, que portões! Que arruamentos!
Um parafuso cai nas lajes, às escuras:
Colocam-se taipais, rangem as fechaduras,
E os olhos dum caleche espantam-me, sangrentos.
E eu sigo, como as linhas de uma pauta
A dupla correnteza augusta das fachadas;
Pois sobem, no silêncio, infaustas e trinadas,
As notas pastoris de uma longínqua flauta.
Se eu não morresse, nunca! E eternamente
Buscasse e conseguisse a perfeição das cousas!
Esqueço-me a prever castíssimas esposas,
Que aninhem em mansões de vidro transparente!
Ó nossos filhos! Que de sonhos ágeis,
Pousando, vos trarão a nitidez às vidas!
Eu quero as vossas mães e irmãs estremecidas,
Numas habitações translúcidas e frágeis.
Ah! Como a raça ruiva do porvir,
E as frotas dos avós, e os nómadas ardentes,
Nós vamos explorar todos os continentes
E pelas vastidões aquáticas seguir!
Mas se vivemos, os emparedados,
Sem árvores, no vale escuro das muralhas!...
Julgo avistar, na treva, as folhas das navalhas
E os gritos de socorro ouvir, estrangulados.
E nestes nebulosos corredores
Nauseiam-me, surgindo, os ventres das tabernas;
Na volta, com saudade, e aos bordos sobre as pernas,
Cantam, de braço dado, uns tristes bebedores.
Eu não receio, todavia, os roubos;
Afastam-se, a distância, os dúbios caminhantes;
E sujos, sem ladrar, ósseos, febris, errantes,
Amareladamente, os cães parecem lobos.
E os guardas que revistam as escadas,
Caminham de lanterna e servem de chaveiros;
Por cima, as imorais, nos seus roupões ligeiros,
Tossem, fumando sobre a pedra das sacadas.
E, enorme, nesta massa irregular
De prédios sepulcrais, com dimensões de montes,
A Dor humana busca os amplos horizontes,
E tem marés, de fel, como um sinistro mar!
China - Sparkadia
Tão longe...
Sparkadia
Projecto pop alternativo do musico Alexander Burnett de Sydney(Austrália)
China
She's as distant as the winter sun
More consistent than the beat of a drum
All this time she's been hiding her weakness away from me
Then one day I touched a nerve by mistake
Pressed too hard and she started to shake
Every time that I go there I know there's so much she can take
Before she breaks
She breaks like China
She breaks like China
The longer we take - the bigger we break when we find out
I keep a close eye on the way I act
Even when I start to see all the cracks
I give nothing away but expect her to stay with me
When she worked out where my weakness lay
She wouldn't stop until I gave way
Every time that she goes there she know there's so much I can take
Before I break
I break like China
I break like China
The longer we take - the bigger we break when we find out
The stronger we act - the longer we crack
There's only so much we can take till we start to break
We're constructed from the same design
With a heart that makes no sense to the mind
We can keep it together but pressure and time have their way
For the things we try to keep inside
Find their way out in the dark of the night
All it takes is the tiniest touch and there's only so much
Before we break
We break like China
We break like China
The longer we take - the bigger we break when we find out
China
Sparkadia
Projecto pop alternativo do musico Alexander Burnett de Sydney(Austrália)
China
She's as distant as the winter sun
More consistent than the beat of a drum
All this time she's been hiding her weakness away from me
Then one day I touched a nerve by mistake
Pressed too hard and she started to shake
Every time that I go there I know there's so much she can take
Before she breaks
She breaks like China
She breaks like China
The longer we take - the bigger we break when we find out
I keep a close eye on the way I act
Even when I start to see all the cracks
I give nothing away but expect her to stay with me
When she worked out where my weakness lay
She wouldn't stop until I gave way
Every time that she goes there she know there's so much I can take
Before I break
I break like China
I break like China
The longer we take - the bigger we break when we find out
The stronger we act - the longer we crack
There's only so much we can take till we start to break
We're constructed from the same design
With a heart that makes no sense to the mind
We can keep it together but pressure and time have their way
For the things we try to keep inside
Find their way out in the dark of the night
All it takes is the tiniest touch and there's only so much
Before we break
We break like China
We break like China
The longer we take - the bigger we break when we find out
China
5 Stars dos The Stranglers
Sem heróis...
1ª Golden Brown
2ª Always The Sun
3ª Skin Deep
4ª No More Heroes
5ª La Folie
1ª Golden Brown
2ª Always The Sun
3ª Skin Deep
4ª No More Heroes
5ª La Folie
Ten Twenty Ten - Generationals
Parece uma viagem...
Generationals
Banda rock indie de Nova Orleães (E.U.A.) constituída por Ted Joyner, Preston Whittenberg, Grant Widmer, Vaughn Daigle e Juston Stens.
Ten Twenty Ten
Generationals
Banda rock indie de Nova Orleães (E.U.A.) constituída por Ted Joyner, Preston Whittenberg, Grant Widmer, Vaughn Daigle e Juston Stens.
Ten Twenty Ten
7 Wonders - Roma (Itália)
Classe e Bom Gosto...
1ª Vittoriano
2ª Colosseo
3ª Fontana di Trevi
4ª Castel S. Angelo
5ª Piazza Spagna
6ª Piazza Navona
7ª S. Giovanni in Laterano
1ª Vittoriano
2ª Colosseo
3ª Fontana di Trevi
4ª Castel S. Angelo
5ª Piazza Spagna
6ª Piazza Navona
7ª S. Giovanni in Laterano
Visitado em 2011
Walk The River - Guillemots
Caminhando pelo caminho mais difícil...
Guillemots
Banda indie rock de Londres (Reino Unido) constituída por Fyfe Dangerfield (voz, teclas e guitarra), MC Lord Magrão (guitarra), Aristazabal Hawkes (contrabaixo) e Greig Stewart (contrabaixo).
Walk The River
Fell in love with a boy
Grew tired of it
Fell in love with the world
Yearned to fly from it
Fell in love with myself
Broke it off for the breeze
Broke it off for the weather
Walking slowly through space
Pleased and terrified
Backing out of the race
Extra edified
I want my sentences back
Can't remember their faces
And I'm still here
Holding on to nothing, man
Stand on my life
I'm writing my delivery
Walk the river
Like a hunted animal
Everything was the life
The summer holidays
Christmastime in the drive
Always out of range
Sit down and fall on a star
Did someone mention the weather
Did someone mention the weather
And I'm still here
Holding on to nothing, man
Stand on my life
Here is my delivery
Walk the river
Like a hunted animal
It's an endless conversation
With an endless voice, over endless fascination
Over endless choice, and my heart's going out of missions on imagined motorways
I never said I was right, I just hoped you thought it anyway
Walk the river
Like a hunted animal
Walk the river
Like a hunted animal
Walk the river
Like a hunted animal
Walk the river
You hunted animal
Walk the river
We are lost old animals
Guillemots
Banda indie rock de Londres (Reino Unido) constituída por Fyfe Dangerfield (voz, teclas e guitarra), MC Lord Magrão (guitarra), Aristazabal Hawkes (contrabaixo) e Greig Stewart (contrabaixo).
Walk The River
Fell in love with a boy
Grew tired of it
Fell in love with the world
Yearned to fly from it
Fell in love with myself
Broke it off for the breeze
Broke it off for the weather
Walking slowly through space
Pleased and terrified
Backing out of the race
Extra edified
I want my sentences back
Can't remember their faces
And I'm still here
Holding on to nothing, man
Stand on my life
I'm writing my delivery
Walk the river
Like a hunted animal
Everything was the life
The summer holidays
Christmastime in the drive
Always out of range
Sit down and fall on a star
Did someone mention the weather
Did someone mention the weather
And I'm still here
Holding on to nothing, man
Stand on my life
Here is my delivery
Walk the river
Like a hunted animal
It's an endless conversation
With an endless voice, over endless fascination
Over endless choice, and my heart's going out of missions on imagined motorways
I never said I was right, I just hoped you thought it anyway
Walk the river
Like a hunted animal
Walk the river
Like a hunted animal
Walk the river
Like a hunted animal
Walk the river
You hunted animal
Walk the river
We are lost old animals
Café Snack-Bar "O Lameirão" (Vila Real, Portugal)
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5000 Vila Real
Portugal
00 351 259 346 881
Cozinha: Regional
5 Stars de Bryan Ferry
Sedutor...
1ª Slave To Love
2ª Let's Stick Together
3ª Don't Stop The Dance
4ª Kiss and Tell
5ª These Foolish Things
1ª Slave To Love
2ª Let's Stick Together
3ª Don't Stop The Dance
4ª Kiss and Tell
5ª These Foolish Things
Allie Moss - Melancholy Astronautic Man
Adoro os LEGOs...
Allie Moss
Cantora indie folk de Nova Jersey (E.U.A.).
Melancholy Astronautic Man
You're like a man alone in outerspace,
Cradling the earth in the palm of his hand,
You orbit 'round tempted by a face,
Beauty so alive she leaves you spell bound.
Even the stars seem to burn for her
What a melancholy astronautic man,
You know that you're falling without a place to land,
Your heart, and you are worlds apart,
Even though she's in your arms.
You say the things you know will sparkle after,
Marvel at the glow of the light that it brings,
But getting closer, is it darker matter,
Forces at work, greater than you know.
Even the stars seem to burn for her
What a melancholy astronautic man,
You know that you're falling without a place to land,
Your heart, and you are worlds apart,
Even though she's in your arms.
Round and round and round,
You go in circles,
Round and round and round,
You go in circles,
Round and round and round,
You go in circles.
What a melancholy astronautic man,
You know that you're falling without a place to land,
Your heart, and you are worlds apart,
Even though she's in your arms.
What a melancholy astronautic man,
You know that you're falling without a place to land,
Your heart, and you are worlds apart,
Even though she's in your arms.
Allie Moss
Cantora indie folk de Nova Jersey (E.U.A.).
Melancholy Astronautic Man
You're like a man alone in outerspace,
Cradling the earth in the palm of his hand,
You orbit 'round tempted by a face,
Beauty so alive she leaves you spell bound.
Even the stars seem to burn for her
What a melancholy astronautic man,
You know that you're falling without a place to land,
Your heart, and you are worlds apart,
Even though she's in your arms.
You say the things you know will sparkle after,
Marvel at the glow of the light that it brings,
But getting closer, is it darker matter,
Forces at work, greater than you know.
Even the stars seem to burn for her
What a melancholy astronautic man,
You know that you're falling without a place to land,
Your heart, and you are worlds apart,
Even though she's in your arms.
Round and round and round,
You go in circles,
Round and round and round,
You go in circles,
Round and round and round,
You go in circles.
What a melancholy astronautic man,
You know that you're falling without a place to land,
Your heart, and you are worlds apart,
Even though she's in your arms.
What a melancholy astronautic man,
You know that you're falling without a place to land,
Your heart, and you are worlds apart,
Even though she's in your arms.
Trio op. 100 - Schubert
Franz Schubert
Nasceu em Himmelpfortgrund (Austria) a 31 de Janeiro de 1797 e faleceu em Viena, 19 de Novembro de 1828. Foi um compositor austríaco do fim da era clássica, com um estilo marcante, inovador e poético do romanticismo.
Trio op. 100 - Andante con moto
Nasceu em Himmelpfortgrund (Austria) a 31 de Janeiro de 1797 e faleceu em Viena, 19 de Novembro de 1828. Foi um compositor austríaco do fim da era clássica, com um estilo marcante, inovador e poético do romanticismo.
Trio op. 100 - Andante con moto
Wait & See - Holy Ghost!
Espera e Vê...
Holy Ghost!
Projecto electrónico de Brooklyn (E.U.A.) constituído por Nicholas Millhiser e Alexander Frankel.
Wait & See
in a dream or how you make me feel
love is safe in the bleed of the night
the other changed to
now the problems with me and you
in the cut
in the heart of the darkness
I feel it stop
I feel hunt I feel heartless
are you feeling those to?
now the problems with me and you
chorus
well you promise to be honest with me
will you be honest tell me honest the truth
cause you got me worried
I guess I will have to wait
I have to wait and see
wait to your clock found without anyone
cause .. in the town where I will met the ..
wait to it or are you make me .. wake
I guess I feel lately that I have been mistaken
now the problems with me and you
chorus
Holy Ghost!
Projecto electrónico de Brooklyn (E.U.A.) constituído por Nicholas Millhiser e Alexander Frankel.
Wait & See
in a dream or how you make me feel
love is safe in the bleed of the night
the other changed to
now the problems with me and you
in the cut
in the heart of the darkness
I feel it stop
I feel hunt I feel heartless
are you feeling those to?
now the problems with me and you
chorus
well you promise to be honest with me
will you be honest tell me honest the truth
cause you got me worried
I guess I will have to wait
I have to wait and see
wait to your clock found without anyone
cause .. in the town where I will met the ..
wait to it or are you make me .. wake
I guess I feel lately that I have been mistaken
now the problems with me and you
chorus
5 Stars de Cher
Uma senhora...
1ª If I Could Turn Back Time
2ª The Shoop Shoop Shoop Song (It's in His Kiss)
3ª Gypsys Tramps And Thieves
4ª Save Up All Your Tears
5ª I Got You Babe (W/Sonny)
1ª If I Could Turn Back Time
2ª The Shoop Shoop Shoop Song (It's in His Kiss)
3ª Gypsys Tramps And Thieves
4ª Save Up All Your Tears
5ª I Got You Babe (W/Sonny)
The High-Rise In The Sunshine - Neo Retros
Não vale a pena chorar...
Neo Retros
Banda indie rock/Folk polaca, constituída por Skyboy (voz), Q (bateria), Junior (baixo) e Mr S (guitarra).
The High-Rise In The Sunshine
Their footprints in skylines
And lifelines decay
A honeymoon ended
And the sky’s bullet grey
The high-rise in the sunshine
And cries in the daytime
Get carried away
The high-rise in the sunshine
And cries in the daytime
Get carried away, away
My mind is on preset
As I’m told I’m someone
Maybe I’ll fly like a missile
Or sink like the Sun
The high-rise in the sunshine
And cries in the daytime...
Neo Retros
Banda indie rock/Folk polaca, constituída por Skyboy (voz), Q (bateria), Junior (baixo) e Mr S (guitarra).
The High-Rise In The Sunshine
Their footprints in skylines
And lifelines decay
A honeymoon ended
And the sky’s bullet grey
The high-rise in the sunshine
And cries in the daytime
Get carried away
The high-rise in the sunshine
And cries in the daytime
Get carried away, away
My mind is on preset
As I’m told I’m someone
Maybe I’ll fly like a missile
Or sink like the Sun
The high-rise in the sunshine
And cries in the daytime...
Send In The Clones - Battle Circus
Amigos, Palhaços... a vida é assim.
Battle Circus
Banda de rock progressivo de Auckland (Nova Zealândia) constituída por Marcel Bellve (Voz, Guitarra), Yvonne Wu (Teclas), Daniel Bosher (Bateria) & Peter Connors (Baixo).
Send In The Clones
Battle Circus
Banda de rock progressivo de Auckland (Nova Zealândia) constituída por Marcel Bellve (Voz, Guitarra), Yvonne Wu (Teclas), Daniel Bosher (Bateria) & Peter Connors (Baixo).
Send In The Clones
5 Stars de James Brown
Brilhante...
1ª I Got You (I Feel Good)
2ª Sex Machine
3ª Get Up Offa That Thing
4ª Gonna Have A Funky Good Time
5ª It's A Mans World
1ª I Got You (I Feel Good)
2ª Sex Machine
3ª Get Up Offa That Thing
4ª Gonna Have A Funky Good Time
5ª It's A Mans World
You'll Be Mine - The Pierces
Lindas...
The Pierces
Banda alternativa folk rock de Novoa Iorque (E.U.A.) constituída por Allison Pierce (Voz/Guitarra) e Catherine Pierce (Voz)
You'll Be Mine
We could bring a blanket for the grass
Cover up your eyes so you don’t see
If you let me go, I’ll run out fast
1 2 3 count 1 2 3
We could watch the blackbirds cross the skies
We could count the leaves left on the trees
We could count the teardrops in our eyes
1 2 3 yeah 1 2 3
1 2 3 yeah 1 2 3
Now you know, now you know how I feel
And I won’t back down
Prick your finger on a spinning wheel
But don’t make a sound
A drop of blood and now you’re taken for all time
With a kiss you will awaken and you’ll be mine
You’ll be mine. You’ll be mine.
I could always stay and work it out
Wondering if you still wanted me
But there are so many things to doubt
1 2 3 count 1 2 3
Think that for a moment you were mine
I know that you saw what we could be
But then you went and changed your mind
1 2 3 yeah 1 2 3
1 2 3 yeah 1 2 3
Now you know, now you know how I feel
And I won’t back down
Prick your finger on a spinning wheel
But don’t make a sound
A drop of blood and now you’re taken for all time
With a kiss you will awaken and you’ll be mine
You’ll be mine
The Pierces
Banda alternativa folk rock de Novoa Iorque (E.U.A.) constituída por Allison Pierce (Voz/Guitarra) e Catherine Pierce (Voz)
You'll Be Mine
We could bring a blanket for the grass
Cover up your eyes so you don’t see
If you let me go, I’ll run out fast
1 2 3 count 1 2 3
We could watch the blackbirds cross the skies
We could count the leaves left on the trees
We could count the teardrops in our eyes
1 2 3 yeah 1 2 3
1 2 3 yeah 1 2 3
Now you know, now you know how I feel
And I won’t back down
Prick your finger on a spinning wheel
But don’t make a sound
A drop of blood and now you’re taken for all time
With a kiss you will awaken and you’ll be mine
You’ll be mine. You’ll be mine.
I could always stay and work it out
Wondering if you still wanted me
But there are so many things to doubt
1 2 3 count 1 2 3
Think that for a moment you were mine
I know that you saw what we could be
But then you went and changed your mind
1 2 3 yeah 1 2 3
1 2 3 yeah 1 2 3
Now you know, now you know how I feel
And I won’t back down
Prick your finger on a spinning wheel
But don’t make a sound
A drop of blood and now you’re taken for all time
With a kiss you will awaken and you’ll be mine
You’ll be mine
Metade - Ferreira Gullar
Porque metade de mim é amor...
Ferreira Gullar
José Ribamar Ferreira nascido em São Luís (Brasil) a 10 de setembro de 1930. É é um poeta, crítico de arte, biógrafo, tradutor, memorialista e ensaísta brasileiro e um dos fundadores do neoconcretismo.
Metade
Que a força do medo que eu tenho,
não me impeça de ver o que anseio.
Que a morte de tudo o que acredito
não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.
Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito,
mas a outra metade é silêncio...
Que a música que eu ouço ao longe,
seja linda, ainda que triste...
Que a mulher que eu amo
seja para sempre amada
mesmo que distante.
Porque a metade de mim é partida,
mas a outra metade é saudade.
Que as palavras que eu falo
não sejam ouvidas como prece
e nem repetidas com fervor,
apenas respeitadas,
como a única coisa que resta
a um homem inundado de sentimentos.
Porque metade de mim é o que ouço,
mas a outra metade é o que calo.
Que essa minha vontade de ir embora
se transforme na calma e na paz
que eu mereço.
E que essa tensão
que me corrói por dentro
seja um dia recompensada.
Porque metade de mim
é a lembrança do que fui,
a outra metade eu não sei.
Que não seja preciso
mais do que uma simples alegria
para me fazer aquietar o espírito.
E que o teu silêncio
me fale cada vez mais.
Porque metade de mim
é abrigo, mas a outra metade é cansaço.
Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta,
mesmo que ela não saiba.
E que ninguém a tente complicar
porque é preciso simplicidade
para fazê-la florescer.
Porque metade de mim é platéia
e a outra metade é canção.
E que a minha loucura seja perdoada.
Porque metade de mim é amor,
e a outra...
também.
Ferreira Gullar
José Ribamar Ferreira nascido em São Luís (Brasil) a 10 de setembro de 1930. É é um poeta, crítico de arte, biógrafo, tradutor, memorialista e ensaísta brasileiro e um dos fundadores do neoconcretismo.
Metade
Que a força do medo que eu tenho,
não me impeça de ver o que anseio.
Que a morte de tudo o que acredito
não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.
Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito,
mas a outra metade é silêncio...
Que a música que eu ouço ao longe,
seja linda, ainda que triste...
Que a mulher que eu amo
seja para sempre amada
mesmo que distante.
Porque a metade de mim é partida,
mas a outra metade é saudade.
Que as palavras que eu falo
não sejam ouvidas como prece
e nem repetidas com fervor,
apenas respeitadas,
como a única coisa que resta
a um homem inundado de sentimentos.
Porque metade de mim é o que ouço,
mas a outra metade é o que calo.
Que essa minha vontade de ir embora
se transforme na calma e na paz
que eu mereço.
E que essa tensão
que me corrói por dentro
seja um dia recompensada.
Porque metade de mim
é a lembrança do que fui,
a outra metade eu não sei.
Que não seja preciso
mais do que uma simples alegria
para me fazer aquietar o espírito.
E que o teu silêncio
me fale cada vez mais.
Porque metade de mim
é abrigo, mas a outra metade é cansaço.
Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta,
mesmo que ela não saiba.
E que ninguém a tente complicar
porque é preciso simplicidade
para fazê-la florescer.
Porque metade de mim é platéia
e a outra metade é canção.
E que a minha loucura seja perdoada.
Porque metade de mim é amor,
e a outra...
também.
Set My World On Fire - The Feeling
Quero ser livre, mas não sozinho.
The Feeling
Banda pop/rock inglesa (Sussex/Londres) constituída por Dan Gillespie Sells (voz/guitarra), Richard Jones (voz/baixo), Kevin Jeremiah (voz/guitarra), Ciaran Jeremiah (voz/Teclas) e Paul Stewart (Percursaão).
Set My World On Fire
You say you need me then you don't,
I say i'll leave you but i won't,
We all wanna be free but not alone.
Then off you go just like before,
I hear you slam the taxi door,
Hope you find what you're looking for
We're doing wrong, yes i know i'm doing wrong,
Cos i can feel you in my heart, every time we part
You set my world on fire
I love you more every day
You can run you can run but don't stay long
I love you more every day
You set my world on fire
And i don't care what you say
You can run but you know where you belong
I love you more every day
What more can i say
(set my world on fire)
And i don't care, i don't care what you say
I love you more, i love you more every day.
There's still that smell you always wear
Just hangs like silence in the air
Holds on when you're not even there
Nobody has to understand
We hold our hearts within our hands
Sometimes it's more than we can stand
We're doing wrong, yes i know i'm doing wrong,
Cos i can feel you in my heart, every time we part
You set my world on fire
I love you more every day
You can run you can run but don't stay long
I love you more every day
You set my world on fire
And i don't care what you say
You can run but you know where you belong
I love you more every day
What more can i say
(set my world on fire)
And i don't care, i don't care what you say
I love you more, i love you more every day.
Hope you're wrong, cos i know i can't be wrong
Cos i can feel you in my heart, every time we part
You set my world on fire
I love you more every day
You can run you can run but don't stay long
I love you more every day
You set my world on fire
And i don't care what you say
You can run but you know where you belong
I love you more every day
What more can i say
(set my world on fire)
And i don't care, i don't care what you say
I love you more, i love you more every day.
The Feeling
Banda pop/rock inglesa (Sussex/Londres) constituída por Dan Gillespie Sells (voz/guitarra), Richard Jones (voz/baixo), Kevin Jeremiah (voz/guitarra), Ciaran Jeremiah (voz/Teclas) e Paul Stewart (Percursaão).
Set My World On Fire
You say you need me then you don't,
I say i'll leave you but i won't,
We all wanna be free but not alone.
Then off you go just like before,
I hear you slam the taxi door,
Hope you find what you're looking for
We're doing wrong, yes i know i'm doing wrong,
Cos i can feel you in my heart, every time we part
You set my world on fire
I love you more every day
You can run you can run but don't stay long
I love you more every day
You set my world on fire
And i don't care what you say
You can run but you know where you belong
I love you more every day
What more can i say
(set my world on fire)
And i don't care, i don't care what you say
I love you more, i love you more every day.
There's still that smell you always wear
Just hangs like silence in the air
Holds on when you're not even there
Nobody has to understand
We hold our hearts within our hands
Sometimes it's more than we can stand
We're doing wrong, yes i know i'm doing wrong,
Cos i can feel you in my heart, every time we part
You set my world on fire
I love you more every day
You can run you can run but don't stay long
I love you more every day
You set my world on fire
And i don't care what you say
You can run but you know where you belong
I love you more every day
What more can i say
(set my world on fire)
And i don't care, i don't care what you say
I love you more, i love you more every day.
Hope you're wrong, cos i know i can't be wrong
Cos i can feel you in my heart, every time we part
You set my world on fire
I love you more every day
You can run you can run but don't stay long
I love you more every day
You set my world on fire
And i don't care what you say
You can run but you know where you belong
I love you more every day
What more can i say
(set my world on fire)
And i don't care, i don't care what you say
I love you more, i love you more every day.
5 Stars de Bob Marley
Boa onda...
1ª Is This Love
2ª Could You Be Loved
3ª Get Up, Stand Up
4ª I Shot The Sheriff
5ª No Woman No Cry
1ª Is This Love
2ª Could You Be Loved
3ª Get Up, Stand Up
4ª I Shot The Sheriff
5ª No Woman No Cry
Springtime - Erland & The Carnival
Fim da Primavera...
Erland & The Carnival
Banda folk rock de Londres (Reino Unido) constituída por Simon Tong (Guitarra/Voz), Gawain Erland Cooper (Guitarra, Voz), David Nock (Bateria), Andy Bruce (Sintetizadores) e Danny Wheeler (Baixo).
Springtime
As I stepped out one morning
In the springtime of the year
I made my way down to the railway station
To watch the trains go passing by
Go and tell my sister not to do as I have done
Go and tell my mother what has happened to the sun
Aaa aaa in the springtime, in the springtime
Aaaa aaa in the springtime of the year
From too much love of living
Find myself in misery
And now we all have .... happy thanksgiving
To whatever you may be
Go and tell my sister not to do as I have done
Go and tell my mother what has happened to the sun
Aaa, aaa in the springtime, in the springtime
Aaa, aaa in the springtime of the year
Aaaa a aaa a aa
Erland & The Carnival
Banda folk rock de Londres (Reino Unido) constituída por Simon Tong (Guitarra/Voz), Gawain Erland Cooper (Guitarra, Voz), David Nock (Bateria), Andy Bruce (Sintetizadores) e Danny Wheeler (Baixo).
Springtime
As I stepped out one morning
In the springtime of the year
I made my way down to the railway station
To watch the trains go passing by
Go and tell my sister not to do as I have done
Go and tell my mother what has happened to the sun
Aaa aaa in the springtime, in the springtime
Aaaa aaa in the springtime of the year
From too much love of living
Find myself in misery
And now we all have .... happy thanksgiving
To whatever you may be
Go and tell my sister not to do as I have done
Go and tell my mother what has happened to the sun
Aaa, aaa in the springtime, in the springtime
Aaa, aaa in the springtime of the year
Aaaa a aaa a aa
Roots - Audiafauna
As raizes são tão fortes...
Audiafauna
Banda acoustic electronic soul pop de Santa Cruz (Canadá) constituída por Kelly Koval (voz), Alexis Hawks (violoncelo), Chris Lynch (violino), Andrew Marine (Contrabaixo), Krikor Andonian (guitarra) e R2 the Specialist (bateria).
Roots
Audiafauna
Banda acoustic electronic soul pop de Santa Cruz (Canadá) constituída por Kelly Koval (voz), Alexis Hawks (violoncelo), Chris Lynch (violino), Andrew Marine (Contrabaixo), Krikor Andonian (guitarra) e R2 the Specialist (bateria).
Roots
5 Stars de Tina Turner
Força...
1ª The Best
2ª Better Be Good To Me
3ª What You Get Is What You See
4ª I Can't Stand The Rain
5ª Private Dancer
1ª The Best
2ª Better Be Good To Me
3ª What You Get Is What You See
4ª I Can't Stand The Rain
5ª Private Dancer
Ewert And The Two Dragons - In The End There's Only Love
No final é só AMOR.
Ewert And The Two Dragons
Banda indie-folk de Tallinn (Estónia) constituída por Ewert Sundja (voz, teclas), Erki Pärnoja (guitarra), Kristjan Kallas (bateria) e Ivo Etti (guitarra).
In The End There's Only Love
Ewert And The Two Dragons
Banda indie-folk de Tallinn (Estónia) constituída por Ewert Sundja (voz, teclas), Erki Pärnoja (guitarra), Kristjan Kallas (bateria) e Ivo Etti (guitarra).
In The End There's Only Love
Hungry Like A Tiger - Jared Mees And The Grown Children
Excessos...
Jared Mees And The Grown Children
Banda folk indie de Portland (E.U.A.).
Hungry Like A Tiger
Jared Mees And The Grown Children
Banda folk indie de Portland (E.U.A.).
Hungry Like A Tiger
5 Stars de Barry White
Irresistível...
1ª You Are The First, My Last, My Everything
2ª Let The Music Play
3ª I'm Gonna Love You Just A Little Bit More Baby
4ª Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe
5ª What Am I Gonna Do With You
1ª You Are The First, My Last, My Everything
2ª Let The Music Play
3ª I'm Gonna Love You Just A Little Bit More Baby
4ª Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe
5ª What Am I Gonna Do With You
Human Again - Young Knives
Humano outra vez...
Young Knives
Banda de indie rock, originária de Ashby-de-la-Zouch (Reino Unido) constituída por Henry Dartnall (voz, guitarra), House of Lords (Thomas Dartnall) (voz, baixo) e Oliver Askew (bateria).
Human Again
Can you play your part?
Did you come alive in the dark?
Did you say just a little bit more?
Where the Day-Glo ends
There's another one around the bend
Who you play just a little bit more
Breakneck, breakneck, it's plain to see
Your long legs are a fantasy
Your big old fish a fallacy
You had just a little bit more...
That seeds are for sowing
And the lights are low and nothing here
And time isn't moving
So the fast goes fast
And the slow goes slow
In the morning you will feel
Human again
Did you fill your glass?
Did you open up in the park?
Did you say just a little bit more?
Where the rainbow ends
There's another thrill another friend
Who can pay just a little bit more...
Upset, upset the harmony
Your wicked words are killing me
You're pulling every part of me
Just a little bit more
But weeds are for hoeing
And the sights are low and nothing here
and time isn't moving
So the fast goes fast
And the slow goes slow
In the morning you will feel
Human again
(break)
Can you play your part?
Did you come alive in the dark?
Did you say just a little bit more?
Where the rainbow ends,
There's another thrill another friend
Who can pay just a little bit more
You're killing every part of me
You're killing every part of me
So the fast goes fast
And the slow goes slow
In the morning you will feel
Human again
Grips may slip
And your bridges may bough
In the morning you will feel
Human again
Throw your bones up against the wall
In the morning you will feel
Human again
Lose yourself
In the eye of the storm
In the morning you will feel
Human again
Human again
Young Knives
Banda de indie rock, originária de Ashby-de-la-Zouch (Reino Unido) constituída por Henry Dartnall (voz, guitarra), House of Lords (Thomas Dartnall) (voz, baixo) e Oliver Askew (bateria).
Human Again
Can you play your part?
Did you come alive in the dark?
Did you say just a little bit more?
Where the Day-Glo ends
There's another one around the bend
Who you play just a little bit more
Breakneck, breakneck, it's plain to see
Your long legs are a fantasy
Your big old fish a fallacy
You had just a little bit more...
That seeds are for sowing
And the lights are low and nothing here
And time isn't moving
So the fast goes fast
And the slow goes slow
In the morning you will feel
Human again
Did you fill your glass?
Did you open up in the park?
Did you say just a little bit more?
Where the rainbow ends
There's another thrill another friend
Who can pay just a little bit more...
Upset, upset the harmony
Your wicked words are killing me
You're pulling every part of me
Just a little bit more
But weeds are for hoeing
And the sights are low and nothing here
and time isn't moving
So the fast goes fast
And the slow goes slow
In the morning you will feel
Human again
(break)
Can you play your part?
Did you come alive in the dark?
Did you say just a little bit more?
Where the rainbow ends,
There's another thrill another friend
Who can pay just a little bit more
You're killing every part of me
You're killing every part of me
So the fast goes fast
And the slow goes slow
In the morning you will feel
Human again
Grips may slip
And your bridges may bough
In the morning you will feel
Human again
Throw your bones up against the wall
In the morning you will feel
Human again
Lose yourself
In the eye of the storm
In the morning you will feel
Human again
Human again
Hey you - Pony Pony Run Run
Hoje o tempo é teu...
Pony Pony Run Run
Banda power pop francesa (Angers) constituída por G (guitarra/voz), A (baixo) e T (teclas)
Hey you
Take my time today
It's not an easy game
Many sights to be seen if you say so
It's not easy baby
Crossing lines
Don't let me feel this way
Rage in my eyes
I'm so so sorry
Take my time today
Let me find a way
To take my time today
Wish I was young enough
Wish you were made just for me
Wish I was young enough
Wish you were made just...
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
Take my time today
It's not an easy game
Many sights to be seen if you say so
It's not easy baby
Sign of times
What do you think it is?
Shyness, I’m too shy
I’m so so sorry
Take my time today
Let me find a way
To take my time today
Wish I was young enough
Wish you were made just for me
Wish I was young enough
Wish you were made just...
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
No you don't have to go
No you don't have to do so
Don't...
No you don't have to do so
Don't have to...
No you don't have to go
Pony Pony Run Run
Banda power pop francesa (Angers) constituída por G (guitarra/voz), A (baixo) e T (teclas)
Hey you
Take my time today
It's not an easy game
Many sights to be seen if you say so
It's not easy baby
Crossing lines
Don't let me feel this way
Rage in my eyes
I'm so so sorry
Take my time today
Let me find a way
To take my time today
Wish I was young enough
Wish you were made just for me
Wish I was young enough
Wish you were made just...
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
Take my time today
It's not an easy game
Many sights to be seen if you say so
It's not easy baby
Sign of times
What do you think it is?
Shyness, I’m too shy
I’m so so sorry
Take my time today
Let me find a way
To take my time today
Wish I was young enough
Wish you were made just for me
Wish I was young enough
Wish you were made just...
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
Hey you
No you don't have to go
Oh-oh
No you don't have to do so
No you don't have to go
No you don't have to do so
Don't...
No you don't have to do so
Don't have to...
No you don't have to go
Top 10 das Músicas sobre os Amigos
Amigos para sempre...
1º With A Little Help From My Friends
2º You've Got a Friend
3º We're Going To Be Friends
4º Old Friends
5º That's What Friends Are For
6º Friends will be Friends
7º You've Got A Friend In Me
8º Whenever I Call You Friend
9º Friends Never Say Goodbye
10º Thank You For Being A Friend
1º With A Little Help From My Friends
2º You've Got a Friend
3º We're Going To Be Friends
4º Old Friends
5º That's What Friends Are For
6º Friends will be Friends
7º You've Got A Friend In Me
8º Whenever I Call You Friend
9º Friends Never Say Goodbye
10º Thank You For Being A Friend
5 Stars dos The Pretenders
Estilo...
1ª Back On The Chain Gang
2ª Brass in Pocket
3ª Don't Get Me Wrong
4ª Night In My Veins
5ª Hymn To Her
1ª Back On The Chain Gang
2ª Brass in Pocket
3ª Don't Get Me Wrong
4ª Night In My Veins
5ª Hymn To Her
Girls - We All Have Hooks For Hands
No futuro vamos andar assim no dia-a-dia...
We All Have Hooks For Hands
Banda folk pop de Sioux Falls (Dakota do Sul, E.U.A.) constituída por Logan Borchardt (guitarra), Tory Stolen (bateria), Eli Show (guitarrz, voz), Tony Helland (baixo), Isaac Show (bateria, etc), Dave Lethcoe (teclas, trompete) e Tim Evenson (guitarra, voz),
Girls
We All Have Hooks For Hands
Banda folk pop de Sioux Falls (Dakota do Sul, E.U.A.) constituída por Logan Borchardt (guitarra), Tory Stolen (bateria), Eli Show (guitarrz, voz), Tony Helland (baixo), Isaac Show (bateria, etc), Dave Lethcoe (teclas, trompete) e Tim Evenson (guitarra, voz),
Girls
(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction
Não consigo ter satisfação...
Sambô - COVER
Devo - COVER
Aretha Franklin - COVER
The Rolling Stones - ORIGINAL
Sambô - COVER
Devo - COVER
Aretha Franklin - COVER
The Rolling Stones - ORIGINAL
Caroline - Modern Tapes
A dança no centro da música...
Modern Tapes
Banda indie israelita.
Caroline
Don’t you ever ..
You just ..to me
Oh dear Caroline
You’re just ..in time.
Don’t you ever ..
You can’t ..to me
Hold it Caroline
You’re just .. in time.
Don’t you ever laughing
You just ..to me
Hold it Caroline
You’re ..in time.
Chorus:
...and blind your eye
..like a .. so behind.
Don’t you ..nothing
You’re just leaving to me
Hold me Caroline
You’re just ..some time.
Don’t you ever ..
You can’t ..to me
Hold it Caroline
You’re just .. in time.
Chorus:
Hold on time and do ...
..run run run every time will ..so behind.
Sometimes ...you and ..come again
So close to the end ..never seen ..comes again.
Modern Tapes
Banda indie israelita.
Caroline
Don’t you ever ..
You just ..to me
Oh dear Caroline
You’re just ..in time.
Don’t you ever ..
You can’t ..to me
Hold it Caroline
You’re just .. in time.
Don’t you ever laughing
You just ..to me
Hold it Caroline
You’re ..in time.
Chorus:
...and blind your eye
..like a .. so behind.
Don’t you ..nothing
You’re just leaving to me
Hold me Caroline
You’re just ..some time.
Don’t you ever ..
You can’t ..to me
Hold it Caroline
You’re just .. in time.
Chorus:
Hold on time and do ...
..run run run every time will ..so behind.
Sometimes ...you and ..come again
So close to the end ..never seen ..comes again.
5 Stars dos Creedence Clearwater Revival
Grande Banda...
1ª Have You Ever Seen The Rain?
2ª Fortunate Son
3ª Proud Mary
4ª Bad Moon Rising
5ª Down On The Corner
1ª Have You Ever Seen The Rain?
2ª Fortunate Son
3ª Proud Mary
4ª Bad Moon Rising
5ª Down On The Corner
Cadenza - Dutch Uncles
Será que nos podemos orgulhar de nós mesmos...
Dutch Uncles
Banda indie pop de Manchester (Reino Unido) constituída por Duncan Wallis, Andrew Proudfoot, Robin Richards, Daniel "Sped" Spedding e Peter Broadhead.
Cadenza
Dutch Uncles
Banda indie pop de Manchester (Reino Unido) constituída por Duncan Wallis, Andrew Proudfoot, Robin Richards, Daniel "Sped" Spedding e Peter Broadhead.
Cadenza
Fragile Mansions - What Would Jesus Drive
A nossa estrura é frágil.
What Would Jesus Drive
Banda rock indie constituída por Tim (Voz e Guitarra) e Amy (Voz e Baixo).
Fragile Mansions
What Would Jesus Drive
Banda rock indie constituída por Tim (Voz e Guitarra) e Amy (Voz e Baixo).
Fragile Mansions
Babette Caffé & Ristorante
Um nível e uma qualidade superior...
Babette Caffé & Ristorante
Via Margutta 1d -, 3, 00187
Roma, Itália
+39 06 321 1559
babetteristorante.it
Horário: 09h - 22h (Todos os Dias)
Cozinha: Europeia, Italiana, Mediterrânica
Perto da Piazza del Popolo
Babette Caffé & Ristorante
Via Margutta 1d -, 3, 00187
Roma, Itália
+39 06 321 1559
babetteristorante.it
Horário: 09h - 22h (Todos os Dias)
Cozinha: Europeia, Italiana, Mediterrânica
Perto da Piazza del Popolo
5 Stars de Siouxsie And The Banshees
Sensualidade e ousadia...
1º Cities In Dust
2ª Hong Kong Garden
3ª Dear Prudence
4ª This Wheel's on Fire
5ª Happy House
1º Cities In Dust
2ª Hong Kong Garden
3ª Dear Prudence
4ª This Wheel's on Fire
5ª Happy House
Barton Fink - If You Know
Animalesco...
Barton Fink
Banda muito eclética do jazz ao hard rock e do pop ao electro do Canadá, formada por Vagan Aden (Voz, Guitarra), Charly Aden (Baixo, Sintetizadores), Francis Do Monte - Guitarra, Teclas), Joseph Cliche (Teclas , Sintetizadores) e Maxime Bellavance (Bareria).
If You Know
Barton Fink
Banda muito eclética do jazz ao hard rock e do pop ao electro do Canadá, formada por Vagan Aden (Voz, Guitarra), Charly Aden (Baixo, Sintetizadores), Francis Do Monte - Guitarra, Teclas), Joseph Cliche (Teclas , Sintetizadores) e Maxime Bellavance (Bareria).
If You Know
Portugal - Alexandre O'Neill
Viva Portugal
Portugal
Ó Portugal, se fosses só três sílabas,
linda vista para o mar,
Minho verde, Algarve de cal,
jerico rapando o espinhaço da terra,
surdo e miudinho,
moinho a braços com um vento
testarudo, mas embolado e, afinal, amigo,
se fosses só o sal, o sol, o sul,
o ladino pardal,
o manso boi coloquial,
a rechinante sardinha,
a desancada varina,
o plumitivo ladrilhado de lindos adjectivos,
a muda queixa amendoada
duns olhos pestanítidos,
se fosses só a cegarrega do estio, dos estilos,
o ferrugento cão asmático das praias,
o grilo engaiolado, a grila no lábio,
o calendário na parede, o emblema na lapela,
ó Portugal, se fosses só três sílabas
de plástico, que era mais barato!
*
Doceiras de Amarante, barristas de Barcelos,
rendeiras de Viana, toureiros da Golegã,
não há «papo-de-anjo» que seja o meu derriço,
galo que cante a cores na minha prateleira,
alvura arrendada para o meu devaneio,
bandarilha que possa enfeitar-me o cachaço.
Portugal: questão que eu tenho comigo mesmo,
golpe até ao osso, fome sem entretém,
perdigueiro marrado e sem narizes, sem perdizes,
rocim engraxado,
feira cabisbaixa,
meu remorso,
meu remorso de todos nós...
Portugal
Ó Portugal, se fosses só três sílabas,
linda vista para o mar,
Minho verde, Algarve de cal,
jerico rapando o espinhaço da terra,
surdo e miudinho,
moinho a braços com um vento
testarudo, mas embolado e, afinal, amigo,
se fosses só o sal, o sol, o sul,
o ladino pardal,
o manso boi coloquial,
a rechinante sardinha,
a desancada varina,
o plumitivo ladrilhado de lindos adjectivos,
a muda queixa amendoada
duns olhos pestanítidos,
se fosses só a cegarrega do estio, dos estilos,
o ferrugento cão asmático das praias,
o grilo engaiolado, a grila no lábio,
o calendário na parede, o emblema na lapela,
ó Portugal, se fosses só três sílabas
de plástico, que era mais barato!
*
Doceiras de Amarante, barristas de Barcelos,
rendeiras de Viana, toureiros da Golegã,
não há «papo-de-anjo» que seja o meu derriço,
galo que cante a cores na minha prateleira,
alvura arrendada para o meu devaneio,
bandarilha que possa enfeitar-me o cachaço.
Portugal: questão que eu tenho comigo mesmo,
golpe até ao osso, fome sem entretém,
perdigueiro marrado e sem narizes, sem perdizes,
rocim engraxado,
feira cabisbaixa,
meu remorso,
meu remorso de todos nós...
Dancing With The Devil - Wolf Gang
O diabo está sempre presente na dança, ou será um anjo?
Wolf Gang
Projecto alternativo de rock sinfónico de Max McElligott de Londres (Reino Unido).
Dancing With The Devil
If you're the chosen one,
how does it feel to be loved by no one
If you're the number 1,
where do you run to can you hide behind the sun
And you hide there with your demons and you wait for night to come
They say that there's no oxygen again
You're forcing down the lies but you always get your way
Something tells me this was all arranged
You trick me once again
They call you Lucifer
The fires are burning and you look the other way
I saw the funeral
I watch the devil as he dances round me
But he dances with the fever
And spreads the plague of war
They say that there's no oxygen again
You're forcing down the lies but you always get your way
Something tells me this was all arranged
You trick me once again
Do you really want to drag me down
and take me to the gates of hell
No more dancing with the stars
I did it all for you back then
and look at me now, Im half the prisoner
Half the man, this life is resting in your hands
They say that there's no oxygen again
You're forcing down the lies but you always get your way
Something tells me this was all arranged
You trick me once again
Wolf Gang
Projecto alternativo de rock sinfónico de Max McElligott de Londres (Reino Unido).
Dancing With The Devil
If you're the chosen one,
how does it feel to be loved by no one
If you're the number 1,
where do you run to can you hide behind the sun
And you hide there with your demons and you wait for night to come
They say that there's no oxygen again
You're forcing down the lies but you always get your way
Something tells me this was all arranged
You trick me once again
They call you Lucifer
The fires are burning and you look the other way
I saw the funeral
I watch the devil as he dances round me
But he dances with the fever
And spreads the plague of war
They say that there's no oxygen again
You're forcing down the lies but you always get your way
Something tells me this was all arranged
You trick me once again
Do you really want to drag me down
and take me to the gates of hell
No more dancing with the stars
I did it all for you back then
and look at me now, Im half the prisoner
Half the man, this life is resting in your hands
They say that there's no oxygen again
You're forcing down the lies but you always get your way
Something tells me this was all arranged
You trick me once again
5 Stars dos Slipknot
Aterrador...
1ª Wait And Bleed
2ª Duality
3ª Dead Memories
4ª Sulfur
5ª The Blister Exists
1ª Wait And Bleed
2ª Duality
3ª Dead Memories
4ª Sulfur
5ª The Blister Exists
Always Spring - I'm From Barcelona
Sempre Primavera...
I'm from Barcelona
Banda pop sueca (Jönköping) constituída por Emanuel Lundgren, Frida Öhnell, Cornelia Norgren, Philip Erixon, Micke Larsson, Johan Mårtensson, Anna Fröderberg, Johan Aineland, Martin Alfredsson, Erik Ottosson, Tina Gardestrand, David Ljung, Christofer Olofsson, Daniel Lindlöf, Mattias Johansson, Tobias Granstrand, Emma Öhnell, Mathias Alriksson, Jonas Tjäder, David Ottosson, Olof Gardestrand, Marcus Carlholt, Julie Witwicki Carlsson, Rikard Ljung, Henrik Olofsson, Jacob Sollenberg, Fredrik Karp, Johan Viking.
Always Spring
I wanna be fast
I wanna be slow
I want somewhere to go
I wanna be high
I wanna be low
I want it all, you know
I wanna be good
I wanna be bad
I need some satisfaction
I wanna be up
I wanna be down
I need a new direction
Somewhere it's summer
Somewhere it's always spring
I wanna be young
I wanna old
I don't know where to go
I wanna be yes
I wanna be no
I want it all, you know
Somewhere it's summer
Somewhere it's always spring
I'm from Barcelona
Banda pop sueca (Jönköping) constituída por Emanuel Lundgren, Frida Öhnell, Cornelia Norgren, Philip Erixon, Micke Larsson, Johan Mårtensson, Anna Fröderberg, Johan Aineland, Martin Alfredsson, Erik Ottosson, Tina Gardestrand, David Ljung, Christofer Olofsson, Daniel Lindlöf, Mattias Johansson, Tobias Granstrand, Emma Öhnell, Mathias Alriksson, Jonas Tjäder, David Ottosson, Olof Gardestrand, Marcus Carlholt, Julie Witwicki Carlsson, Rikard Ljung, Henrik Olofsson, Jacob Sollenberg, Fredrik Karp, Johan Viking.
Always Spring
I wanna be fast
I wanna be slow
I want somewhere to go
I wanna be high
I wanna be low
I want it all, you know
I wanna be good
I wanna be bad
I need some satisfaction
I wanna be up
I wanna be down
I need a new direction
Somewhere it's summer
Somewhere it's always spring
I wanna be young
I wanna old
I don't know where to go
I wanna be yes
I wanna be no
I want it all, you know
Somewhere it's summer
Somewhere it's always spring
Little Shocks - Kaiser Chiefs
Está na hora de acordar...
Kaiser Chiefs
Banda britânica (Leeds) indie rock/britpop constituída por Ricky Wilson (voz), Andrew Whitey White (guitarra), Simon Rix (baixo), Nick Peanut Baines (teclado e sintetizador) e Nick Hodgson (bateria).
Little Shocks
Kaiser Chiefs
Banda britânica (Leeds) indie rock/britpop constituída por Ricky Wilson (voz), Andrew Whitey White (guitarra), Simon Rix (baixo), Nick Peanut Baines (teclado e sintetizador) e Nick Hodgson (bateria).
Little Shocks
Symphony No 6, 1st movement - Mahler
Criativo, original e profundo.
Gustav Mahler
Nasceu em Kalischt, Boémia, a 7 de Julho de 1860 e faleceu em Viena a 18 de Maio de 1911. Foi um dos mais conhecidos regentes austríacos e compositor.
Symphony No 6, 1st movement
Gustav Mahler
Nasceu em Kalischt, Boémia, a 7 de Julho de 1860 e faleceu em Viena a 18 de Maio de 1911. Foi um dos mais conhecidos regentes austríacos e compositor.
Symphony No 6, 1st movement
5 Stars dos The Divine Comedy
Classe e provocação...
1ª Generation Sex
2ª National Express
3ª Perfect Lovesong
4ª Becoming More Like Alfie
5ª Gin Soaked Boy
1ª Generation Sex
2ª National Express
3ª Perfect Lovesong
4ª Becoming More Like Alfie
5ª Gin Soaked Boy
Happiness - Things I Never Told You
Felicidade...
Things I Never Told You
Banda indie electrónica de Londres (Reino Unido).
Happiness
Things I Never Told You
Banda indie electrónica de Londres (Reino Unido).
Happiness
Numb - The Airborne Toxic Event
As núvens não me deixam ver...
The Airborne Toxic Event
Banda indie rock americana (Los Feliz, Los Angeles, California) constituída por Mikel Jollett (voz, guitarra, teclas), Steven Chen (guitarra, teclas), Noah Harmon (baixo), Daren Taylor (bateria) and Anna Bulbrook (viola, teclas, tamborim).
Numb
I've been in a daze
It seems like days that I've been waiting
For this dream to pass
It goes so fast
It seems nothing lasts
I think I've lost something
Stuck here with these people
While you wake I crush our bodies in one space
I feel your heart blood from my tongue
I wonder where you've gone
And the ever turning spinning wheel of people, places
Lies I feel
The restless beat of the sleepless night to come
I just want to be numb
I just want to be numb
Hopeless these three years like smoking years
I go from place to place
Just endlessly and half asleep
Like I'm falling alone at some endless breach
I don't know where I am
I don't know what I've done
I just go over it again and again and again
I can't sleep at night
I cant breathe
But If I drink tonight I'll get you off my mind
And the ever present pit I feel
I'm turning on some spinning wheel
Of faces and the scenes I see
And none of it seems real to me
Just the bleary haze of the morning still to come
I just want to be numb [x5]
The Airborne Toxic Event
Banda indie rock americana (Los Feliz, Los Angeles, California) constituída por Mikel Jollett (voz, guitarra, teclas), Steven Chen (guitarra, teclas), Noah Harmon (baixo), Daren Taylor (bateria) and Anna Bulbrook (viola, teclas, tamborim).
Numb
I've been in a daze
It seems like days that I've been waiting
For this dream to pass
It goes so fast
It seems nothing lasts
I think I've lost something
Stuck here with these people
While you wake I crush our bodies in one space
I feel your heart blood from my tongue
I wonder where you've gone
And the ever turning spinning wheel of people, places
Lies I feel
The restless beat of the sleepless night to come
I just want to be numb
I just want to be numb
Hopeless these three years like smoking years
I go from place to place
Just endlessly and half asleep
Like I'm falling alone at some endless breach
I don't know where I am
I don't know what I've done
I just go over it again and again and again
I can't sleep at night
I cant breathe
But If I drink tonight I'll get you off my mind
And the ever present pit I feel
I'm turning on some spinning wheel
Of faces and the scenes I see
And none of it seems real to me
Just the bleary haze of the morning still to come
I just want to be numb [x5]
Sala 10 dos Filmes Franceses
Arte com classe...
1º Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain - Jean-Pierre Jeunet (2001)
2º Le grand bleu - Luc Besson (1988)
3º Indochine - Régis Wargnier (1992)
4º Bleu - Krzysztof Kieslowski (1993)
5º Delicatessen - Marc Caro & Jean-Pierre Jeunet (1991)
6º Betty Blue - Jean-Jacques Beineix (1986)
7º Cyrano de Bergerac - Jean-Paul Rappeneau (1990)
8º L'homme qui aimait les femmes - François Truffaut (1977)
9º La pianiste - Michael Haneke (2001)
10º L'Auberge Espagnole - Cédric Klapish (2002)
1º Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain - Jean-Pierre Jeunet (2001)
2º Le grand bleu - Luc Besson (1988)
3º Indochine - Régis Wargnier (1992)
4º Bleu - Krzysztof Kieslowski (1993)
5º Delicatessen - Marc Caro & Jean-Pierre Jeunet (1991)
6º Betty Blue - Jean-Jacques Beineix (1986)
7º Cyrano de Bergerac - Jean-Paul Rappeneau (1990)
8º L'homme qui aimait les femmes - François Truffaut (1977)
9º La pianiste - Michael Haneke (2001)
10º L'Auberge Espagnole - Cédric Klapish (2002)
5 Stars dos Foo Fighters
Um grito de força...
1ª The Pretender
2ª Everlong
3ª Learn To Fly
4ª Times Like These
5ª Best Of You
1ª The Pretender
2ª Everlong
3ª Learn To Fly
4ª Times Like These
5ª Best Of You
Euphoria, Take My Hand - Glasvegas
Nem eu consigo entender...
Glasvegas
Banda rock alternativo escocês (Glasgow) formada por James Allan (vozl e guitarra), Rab Allan (guitarra), Paul Donoghue (baixo) e Caroline McKay (bateria).
Euphoria, Take My Hand
Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand any more
Why can't you understand?
Euphoria, take my hand
Euphoria...
Your ways, my ways
Never, always
The future, the past
The first, the last
Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand any more
Why can't you understand?
Euphoria, take my hand
Euphoria...
Right time, wrong line
Myself, I'm alien
I swear to god, lies and bad thoughts
1, 2, 3, 4, let go
Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand any more
Why can't you understand?
Euphoria, take my hand
Euphoria...
I wish upon a falling star
I feel, never felt, I hit
You hit me, sunshine a liking to our evil evening
Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand anymore
Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand, let me go
Why can't you understand?
Why can't you understand?
Why can't you understand?
Euphoria, Take my hand
Euphoria, Take my hand
Euphoria, Take my hand
Euphoria...
Euphoria...
Take my hand
Euphoria...
Take my hand
Glasvegas
Banda rock alternativo escocês (Glasgow) formada por James Allan (vozl e guitarra), Rab Allan (guitarra), Paul Donoghue (baixo) e Caroline McKay (bateria).
Euphoria, Take My Hand
Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand any more
Why can't you understand?
Euphoria, take my hand
Euphoria...
Your ways, my ways
Never, always
The future, the past
The first, the last
Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand any more
Why can't you understand?
Euphoria, take my hand
Euphoria...
Right time, wrong line
Myself, I'm alien
I swear to god, lies and bad thoughts
1, 2, 3, 4, let go
Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand any more
Why can't you understand?
Euphoria, take my hand
Euphoria...
I wish upon a falling star
I feel, never felt, I hit
You hit me, sunshine a liking to our evil evening
Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand anymore
Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand, let me go
Why can't you understand?
Why can't you understand?
Why can't you understand?
Euphoria, Take my hand
Euphoria, Take my hand
Euphoria, Take my hand
Euphoria...
Euphoria...
Take my hand
Euphoria...
Take my hand
Vandaveer - The Nature Of Our Kind
A nossa natureza humana...
Vandaveer
Projecto do músico folk alternativo Mark Charles Heidinger de Washington DC (E.U.A.).
The Nature Of Our Kind
Vandaveer
Projecto do músico folk alternativo Mark Charles Heidinger de Washington DC (E.U.A.).
The Nature Of Our Kind
5 Stars de Jeff Buckley
Tão real...
1ª So Real
2ª Everybody Here Wants You
3ª Forget Her
4ª Last Goodbye
5ª Hallelujah
1ª So Real
2ª Everybody Here Wants You
3ª Forget Her
4ª Last Goodbye
5ª Hallelujah
The Sweetest Thing - Camera Obscura
Coisa mais doce...
Camera Obscura
Banda escocesa (Glasgow) indie pop constituída por Tracyanne Campbell (guitarra e voz), Carey Lander (piano, órgão e voz), Kenny McKeeve (guitarra, bandolim, harmónica e voz), Gavin Dunbar (baixo), Lee Thomson (bateria) e Nigel Baillie (trompete e percussão)
The Sweetest Thing
I'm going on a date tonight
To try to fall out of love with you
I know, I know this is a crime
But I don't know what else to do
My love, you're in a magazine
My love, you're doing fine, you're on TV
You pull my heart out and then you run away
From Chicago to Cleveland you leave me pain
You leave me pain
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
On the bus radio, "Fifty ways to leave your lover alone"
I laughed at the irony
But life is stupid, the irony all lost on me
It got lost on me
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
You challenged me to write a love song
Here it is, I think I got it wrong
I focused on the negative
The pain was too much to write and sing
Oh, it was not a nice incentive
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my other to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my other to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
But she don't know just how far I'd go
Would I walk for a hundred miles for a glimpse of your northern smile?
Camera Obscura
Banda escocesa (Glasgow) indie pop constituída por Tracyanne Campbell (guitarra e voz), Carey Lander (piano, órgão e voz), Kenny McKeeve (guitarra, bandolim, harmónica e voz), Gavin Dunbar (baixo), Lee Thomson (bateria) e Nigel Baillie (trompete e percussão)
The Sweetest Thing
I'm going on a date tonight
To try to fall out of love with you
I know, I know this is a crime
But I don't know what else to do
My love, you're in a magazine
My love, you're doing fine, you're on TV
You pull my heart out and then you run away
From Chicago to Cleveland you leave me pain
You leave me pain
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
On the bus radio, "Fifty ways to leave your lover alone"
I laughed at the irony
But life is stupid, the irony all lost on me
It got lost on me
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
You challenged me to write a love song
Here it is, I think I got it wrong
I focused on the negative
The pain was too much to write and sing
Oh, it was not a nice incentive
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my other to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my other to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
But she don't know just how far I'd go
Would I walk for a hundred miles for a glimpse of your northern smile?
Wake and Be Fine - Okkervil River
Acordar a sorrir...
Okkervil River
Banda indie rock de Austin (Texas, E.U.A.) constituída por Will Sheff, Scott Brackett, Cully Symington, Patrick Pestorius, Justin Sherburn e Lauren Gurgiolo.
Wake and Be Fine
Someone said to me
I'm coming to your dream
And speaking to you
I already knew
I found her in an attic
Where dramatically
She leaned into to me
She whispered these lines
Wake and be fine
You still got time
To wake and be fine
Graces me with more
Embraces in the streets
Say help me to stranger
Grab on to me
Carrying their years around
it's all been chasing down as we rot
Here at the same time
Can we wake and be fine
We still got time
To wake and be fine
Feelings on the creek
The killers in the crowd
I'm coming apart
A child in house
Lovers in the sheets
Dreaming lovers
Sweetly turning asleep
Along the same beats
Everybody's crashing
The world is calling around
The cupboard and things
The cat couldn't sleep
Someone said to me
It's just a dream
Why don't you wake up and you'll see
it's fine
An the miles racing over
endless fields of snow
You've already heard,
You already know
Rescue car finally
lost their heart
And then they Shattered their bones
Died all alone
Ships on broken beach
Pirates sails for water
Hot afternoons
Goodbye and good news
Dreams above ahead
Clouds are hard to crash
Loudly and so
Rocks and go Survive
Wake and be fine
You've still got time
To wake and be fine
You can be fine
Okkervil River
Banda indie rock de Austin (Texas, E.U.A.) constituída por Will Sheff, Scott Brackett, Cully Symington, Patrick Pestorius, Justin Sherburn e Lauren Gurgiolo.
Wake and Be Fine
Someone said to me
I'm coming to your dream
And speaking to you
I already knew
I found her in an attic
Where dramatically
She leaned into to me
She whispered these lines
Wake and be fine
You still got time
To wake and be fine
Graces me with more
Embraces in the streets
Say help me to stranger
Grab on to me
Carrying their years around
it's all been chasing down as we rot
Here at the same time
Can we wake and be fine
We still got time
To wake and be fine
Feelings on the creek
The killers in the crowd
I'm coming apart
A child in house
Lovers in the sheets
Dreaming lovers
Sweetly turning asleep
Along the same beats
Everybody's crashing
The world is calling around
The cupboard and things
The cat couldn't sleep
Someone said to me
It's just a dream
Why don't you wake up and you'll see
it's fine
An the miles racing over
endless fields of snow
You've already heard,
You already know
Rescue car finally
lost their heart
And then they Shattered their bones
Died all alone
Ships on broken beach
Pirates sails for water
Hot afternoons
Goodbye and good news
Dreams above ahead
Clouds are hard to crash
Loudly and so
Rocks and go Survive
Wake and be fine
You've still got time
To wake and be fine
You can be fine
Na praia lá da Boa Nova, um dia - António Nobre
Viva as crianças...
António Nobre
Nasceu no Porto a 16 de Agosto de 1867 e faleceu na Foz do Douro a 18 de Março de 1900. Foi um poeta português cuja obra se insere nas correntes ultra-romântica, simbolista, decadentista e saudosista (interessada na ressurgência dos valores pátrios) da geração finissecular do século XIX português.
Na praia lá da Boa Nova, um dia
Na praia lá da Boa Nova, um dia,
Edifiquei (foi esse o grande mal)
Alto Castelo, o que é a fantasia,
Todo de lápis-lazúli e coral!
Naquelas redondezas não havia
Quem se gabasse dum domínio igual:
Oh Castelo tão alto! parecia
O território dum Senhor feudal!
Um dia (não sei quando, nem sei donde)
Um vento seco de deserto e spleen
Deitou por terra, ao pó que tudo esconde,
O meu condado, o meu condado, sim!
Porque eu já fui um poderoso Conde,
Naquela idade em que se é conde assim...
António Nobre
Nasceu no Porto a 16 de Agosto de 1867 e faleceu na Foz do Douro a 18 de Março de 1900. Foi um poeta português cuja obra se insere nas correntes ultra-romântica, simbolista, decadentista e saudosista (interessada na ressurgência dos valores pátrios) da geração finissecular do século XIX português.
Na praia lá da Boa Nova, um dia
Na praia lá da Boa Nova, um dia,
Edifiquei (foi esse o grande mal)
Alto Castelo, o que é a fantasia,
Todo de lápis-lazúli e coral!
Naquelas redondezas não havia
Quem se gabasse dum domínio igual:
Oh Castelo tão alto! parecia
O território dum Senhor feudal!
Um dia (não sei quando, nem sei donde)
Um vento seco de deserto e spleen
Deitou por terra, ao pó que tudo esconde,
O meu condado, o meu condado, sim!
Porque eu já fui um poderoso Conde,
Naquela idade em que se é conde assim...
5 Stars de Rufus Wainwright
Diferente...
1ª The One You Love
2ª Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk
3ª Rules and Regulations
4ª April Fools
5ª Going To A Town
1ª The One You Love
2ª Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk
3ª Rules and Regulations
4ª April Fools
5ª Going To A Town
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