Melanie Safka

beyoncé, miley cyrus, rihanna, lady gaga,
madonna, katy perry, nicki minaj,
taylor swift
...

Andrew Bird - "Imitosis"

We're all basically alone.

 

 

Love It Or Leave It

Riders On The Storm - Ray Manzarek (February 12, 1939 – May 20, 2013)

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out alone

Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If ya give this man a ride

Sweet family will die

Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man

Girl ya gotta love your man

Take him by the hand

Make him understand

The world on you depends

Our life will never end

Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out alone

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

"Riders On The Storm" was the last song recorded by the members of The Doors, according to Ray, as well as Jim´s last recorded song to be released (recorded December 1970 - January 1971 - released in June ´71).

According to Robby, it was inspired by the song "(Ghost) Riders in the Sky: A Cowboy Legend." The song is played in the E Dorian mode, and incorporates real sound effects of thunder and rain, along with Ray´s Fender Rhodes electric piano playing, which emulates the sound of rain. The song was recorded at the Doors Workshop in December 1970 with the assistance of Bruce Botnick, their longtime engineer, who was co-producing the recording sessions. Jim recorded his main vocals and then whispered the lyrics over them to create the echo effect. The single was released in 1971, shortly before Jim´s death, entering the Hot 100 on 3 July 1971, the day that Jim died.

The Doors' former producer, Paul Rothchild left prior to the sessions as he did not like the album, or the song, calling it "cocktail music". Their engineer Bruce Botnick was selected to produce the album instead.

The band's drummer John Densmore wrote a 1990 book called Riders on the Storm, detailing the story of his life and his time with the group.

Ray Manzarek and guitarist Roy Rogers covered this song as an instrumental duet on their 2008 album "Ballads Before the Rain".

In November 2009, the song was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame under the category Rock (track).

La Pastorcita Perdida

Punay! Punay!
¡Devuélveme, devuélveme,
a mi pastorcita perdida!

Pastorcita de mi vida,
te extraviaste en noche mala,
mi voz te busca en el viento
y en la puna te reclama.

Punay! Punay!
¡Devuélveme, devuélveme,
a mi pastorcita perdida!

Aunque tenga en esta vida,
que viento y tierra tragar,
pastorcita de la vida,
te he de encontrar
te he de encontrar.  

Snake Eyes

Inflama-me, poente: faz-me perfume e chama;
que o meu coração seja igual a ti, poente!
descobre em mim o eterno, o que arde, o que ama,
...e o vento do esquecimento arraste o que é doente!

Juan Ramón Jiménez

Fever

Gárgula.
Por dentro a chuva que a incha, por fora a pedra misteriosa
que a mantém suspensa.
E a boca demoníaca do prodígio despeja-se
no caos.
Esse animal erguido ao trono de uma estrela,
que se debruça para onde
escureço. Pelos flancos construo
a criatura. Onde corre o arrepio, das espáduas
para o fundo, com força atenta. Construo
aquela massa de tetas
e unhas, pela espinha, rosas abertas das guelras,
umbigo,
mandíbulas. Até ao centro da sua
árdua talha de estrela.
Seu buraco de água na minha boca.
E construindo falo.
Sou lírico, medonho.
Consagro-a no banho baptismal de um poema.
Inauguro.
Fora e dentro inauguro o nome de que morro.

Herberto Helder

It's Hard to be a Saint in the City

I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra

I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova

I could walk like Brando right into the sun

Then dance just like a Casanova

With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet

Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat

When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat

The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"

The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"

Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty

It's so hard to be a saint in the city

(...)

And them South Side sisters sure look pretty

The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"

And them downtown boys sure talk gritty

It's so hard to be a saint in the city

Sacrilege



Coentros e garfos

Mamas e sapatos

Freedom

Calvin Candie: Your boss looks a little green around the gills.

Django: He just ain't used to seein' a man ripped apart by dogs is all.

Calvin Candie: But you are used to it?

Django: I'm just a little more used to Americans than he is.

Hugo Chávez

We see here a model social state like the one we are beginning to create.

Hugo Chávez to reporters during a state visit to Minsk, Belarus, on July 25, 2006.

[I admire] your wisdom and strength. [...] We are with you and with Iran forever. As long as we remain united we will be able to defeat [U.S.] imperialism, but if we are divided they will push us aside.

Said to Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, President of Iran, during a meeting to the country on July 29, 2006.

Let's save the human race, let's finish off the U.S. empire

Hugo Chávez on the Islamic Republic Medal ceremony at Tehran University in Iran. July 30th, 2006.

Israel has gone mad. It's attacking, doing the same thing to the Palestinian and Lebanese people that they have criticised - and with reason - the Holocaust. But this is a new Holocaust.

In protest of Israel's military offensive in Lebanon.

The Devil is right at home. The Devil, the Devil himself, is right in the house.

And the Devil came here yesterday. Yesterday the Devil came here. Right here. [crosses himself] And it smells of sulphur still today.

Yesterday, ladies and gentlemen, from this rostrum, the president of the United States, the gentleman to whom I refer as the Devil, came here, talking as if he owned the world. Truly. As the owner of the world.

Speech at the U.N. in which he referred to George W. Bush as the Devil, (September 2006), as quoted in "Chavez's colourful quotations" at BBC News (12 November 2007)

Lonely Boy

És daqueles gajos (ou gajinhas) que fica encostado ao balcão com o copo na mão e balanças o pé, discretamente, para a direita e esquerda?

Chegou o teu momento, é simples, está tudo nas ancas.

State Trooper

Lisboa morre de fome

debaixo dos seus alpendres

a mesma fome

dos campos

o rei não paga

o que pede

de juros exorbitantes.

Quem se atreve a afirmar

que a nação se arruína?

vêm cheias de brilhantes

as naus que tornam

da Índia.

Os fidalgos trazem

escravos

e sapatos de pelica.

O pão não canta

no campo

nem os homens nas ruínas.

Que faz o rei

pelos campos donde os homens

se afugentam?

Lisboa constrói

a fome

e os fidalgos

opulentos.

A cânfora e a cambraia

não alimentam o povo

que faz o rei

da fazenda

e das rendas do tesouro?

Saem os homens

sedentos

das naus que vão para a Índia.

Lisboa constrói

a fome

E os campos sem homens

quem será que os afirma?

 

Maria Teresa Horta

In "Cancioneiro da Esperança"

Seara Nova 1971

So What

Barack Obama, Prémio Nobel da Paz, assinou há meses uma ordem que autoriza operações secretas da CIA e de outras agências para apoiar os rebeldes sírios na luta contra o regime de Bashar al Assad...

Informaram as agências noticiosas.

No dia a seguir, as mesmas agências informam-nos que o Kofi Annan, outro Prémio Nobel da Paz, demitiu-se das funções de emissário da ONU e da Liga Árabe para a Síria...

So What...? Qual é a novidade? Não só escorregamos cada vez mais fundo num sistema económico caduco e bolorento, como os nossos "heróis" dão provas diariamente da sua nobreza de carácter.

So What?

Lotus Flower Versus Sympathy for the Devil (Venha o diabo e escolha)

50 anos depois têm a quem deixar o trono.

Feelings

Gosto de tudo.
Menos de nabos.

Turiya And Ramakrishna

O Silêncio
Quando a ternura
parece já do seu ofício fatigada,
e o sono, a mais incerta barca,
inda demora,

quando azuis irrompem
os teus olhos
e procuram
nos meus navegação segura,

é que eu te falo das palavras
desamparadas e desertas,

pelo silêncio fascinadas

Eugénio de Andrade

My Bag

 

 

É Pop, é inteligente, é cocaína, dizem.

 

Little Lion Man

Viver sempre também cansa!

O sol é sempre o mesmo e o céu azul
ora é azul, nitidamente azul,
ora é cinza, negro, quase verde...
Mas nunca tem a cor inesperada.

José Gomes Ferreira

Slippery Slope

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