30 de novembro de 2006

Joga




...state of emergency...
...how beatuiful to be!...
...state of emergency...
...is where i want to be...



Arrábida

Buried bones






So you could take all this craziness out of me
Ask what you love me for
Well, I dont mean to laugh,

But if you know all this
You must be half-way there
Well, like that drift tonight, you wont know as it falls from you
Turn around and its winter, darling
Look in the mirror and it wont be you
So youre an old, old dog

Youve been around the block
So many times
And its the same old turns
Same old feel straight down the line
Yeah, I can love you
Grab that leash and drag you to a place youd never know
I know where my bones are buried
May take me a while, but Id find my way home

My lady story







My lady story

I'm so broken babe
But I want to see
Some shining eye
Some of my beauty
My lostest beauty

28 de novembro de 2006

Off the record




Está na moda, na esfera blogoterrena, dizer de suas manias e idiossincrasias. Ora bem eu também tenho coisitas, manias e gostos.
Gostos, mais... gosto de gostar.

Gosto de pessoas.

Gosto de velhos. Velhotes, pessoas de outros tempos, pessoas que nos ensinam, têm outros modos. Viveram num tempo que já não volta, são preciosos. Sinto falta de velhotes. Sinto falta da minha avó, sei que me falava de coisas que já não existem. Era especial. Serena. Os velhotes são serenos, sentados lá em cima (muito confortáveis, diga-se) da sua experiência. Vivência.

Gosto de pessoas com bom humor. Pessoas divertidas. São generosas. Oferecem-nos momentos alegres, à borla. Imprescindíveis. A minha mana Romana tem o condão de me engasgar... de riso.

Gosto de pessoas fortes. Pessoas que podemos contar com elas, que sabem resolver todas as situações difíceis. Que não se acanham com nada. Também são pessoas generosas. Sabem ajudar. A minha mãe é forte.

Não gosto de pessoas "peneirosas". Arrogantes. Umbiguistas. Mais uma vez, com excepções. Há "peneirosos" generosos", adoram 'tar na moda, mas têm um coração doce. A minha amiga Zeza é assim.

Não gosto de adolescentes, são tolos. Parvos.

Gosto (tanto) do meu poeta-ervilha, Luís. É complexo. Ás vezes, demasiado terno. Tem "arrochamentos" e "amofinamentos", palavras que desconhecia até então. Mas tem olhos que me fazem brilhar. É alto, em todas as acepções da palavras, e às vezes não o consigo alcançar.

Gosto da poesia, foi o Luís que ma deu a conhecer. Completa-me. Diz-me as palavras que não me atrevo a murmurar.

Vivo com a música. Nem sei dizer mais.

Quando era miúda queria ser pintora. Azarito.(de quem? heehheeheh)

Gosto da vertigem. Resumindo (?).





This corner of the earth is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers play
On the face of this I'm blessed
When the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the earth it smiles at me
So inspired of that there's nothing left to do or say
Think I'll dream, 'til the stars shine



The precipice is there
But will I ever dare
Throw myself in the sky, so at last I can die
See I've become a man
Who holds nothing too dear
Who will mind if I just disappear
This can never really end, it's infinitely sad
Can someone tell me when
Something good became so bad
So if you have a cure
To me would you please send
A picture of my life
With a letter telling how
it should really be instead

23 de novembro de 2006

22 de novembro de 2006

Nick Cave I




And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.







Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.




De Phazz e Tamara de Lempicka








(Obrigado Ana por me dares a conhecer a Tamara)

17 de novembro de 2006

E música para pôr?


“Em quem pensar, agora, senão em ti? Tu, que
me esvaziaste de coisas incertas, e trouxeste a
manhã da minha noite. É verdade que te podia
dizer: «Como é mais fácil deixar que as coisas
não mudem, sermos o que sempre fomos, mudarmos
apenas dentro de nós próprios?» Mas ensinaste-me
a sermos dois; e a ser contigo aquilo que sou,
até sermos um apenas no amor que nos une,
contra a solidão que nos divide. Mas é isto o amor:
ver-te mesmo quando te não vejo, ouvir a tua
voz que abre as fontes de todos os rios, ...”

Nuno Júdice


Aceito sugestões.




sugestão de folha de rosto



O meu amor existe
sugestão de Luís


10 de novembro de 2006

Tom Waits




The Heart Of Saturday Night



Alice



Waltzing Matilda

"E ao anoitecer adquires nome de ilha ou de vulcão
deixas viver sobre a pele uma criança de lume
e na fria lava da noite ensinas ao corpo
a paciência o amor o abandono das palavras
o silêncio
e a difícil arte da melancolia "
(Al Berto)


Yesterday Is Here



9 de novembro de 2006

China Girl








My little China Girl
You shouldn't mess with me
I'll ruin everything you are
I'll give you television
I'll give you eyes of blue
I'll give you a man who wants to rule the world

And when I get excited
My little China Girl says
Oh baby just you shut your mouth
She says ... sh-sh-shhh

Song To The Siren (This Mortal Coil)




On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.

And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."

Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?

Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."

3 de novembro de 2006

E-Bow The Letter

REM (feat. Patti Smith)

Look up, what do you see?

All of you and all of me

Fluorescent and starry

Some of them, they surprise

The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m.

This letter

Fields of poppies, little pearls

All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed

Each and every one a little scary

I said your nameI wore it like a badge of teenage film stars

Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras

Dreaming of maria callas

Whoever she is

This fame thing, I dont get it

I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it

Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves

I can take you far

This star thing, I dont get it

Ill take you over, there

Ill take you over, there

Aluminum, tastes like fear

Adrenaline, it pulls us near

Ill take you over

It tastes like fear, there

Ill take you over

Will you live to 83?

Will you ever welcome me?

Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?

Smoke it, drink

Here comes the flood

Anything to thin the blood

These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet

Phone, eat it, drink

Just another chink

Cuts and dents, they catch the light

Aluminum, the weakest link

I dont want to disappoint you

Im not here to anoint youI would lick your feet

But is that sickest move?

I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow

And whod have thought tomorrow could be so strange?

My loss, and here we go again

Ill take you over, there

Ill take you over, there

Aluminum, tastes like fear

Adrenaline, it pulls us near

Ill take you over

It tastes like fear, there

Ill take you over

Look up, what do you see?

All of you and all of me

Fluorescent and starry

Some of them, they surprise

I cant look it in the eyes

Seconal, spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene

Cherry-flavored neck and collar

I can smell the sorrow on your breath

The sweat, the victory and sorrow

The smell of fear, I got it

Ill take you over, there

Ill take you over, there

Aluminum, tastes like fear

Adrenaline, it pulls us near

Ill take you over

It tastes like fear, there

Ill take you over

Pulls us near

Tastes like fear..Nearer, nearer

Over, over, over, over

Yeah, look over

Ill take you there, oh, yeah

Ill take you there

Oh, over

Ill take you there

Over, let me

Ill take you there..There, there, baby, yeah