Feliz Natalinho

Feliz Natalinho

Speak Low

Speak low when you speak, love
Our summer day withers away too soon, too soon
Speak low when you speak, love
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, were swept apart, too soon
Speak low, darling, speak low
Love is a spark, lost in the dark too soon, too soon
I feel wherever I go that tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here and always too soon
Time is so old and love so brief
Love is pure gold and time a thief
Were late, darling, were late
The curtain descends, evrything ends too soon, too soon
I wait, darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me, speak love to me and soon

Amy Winehouse

There is no greater love
Than what I feel for you
No sweeter song, no heart so true

There is no greater thrill
Than what you bring to me
No sweeter song
Than what you sing, sing to me

You're the sweetest thing
I have ever known
And to think that you are mine alone

There is no greater love
In all the world, it's true
No greater love
Than what I feel for you

Lisa Hannigan

PJ Harvey IV

I beg you
My darling
Don't leave me
I'm hurting

Lick my legs
I'm on fire
Lick my lips
I'm desire
I'll tie your legs
Keep you against my chest
No you're not rid of me
I'll make you lick my injuries
I'll twist your head off, say

'Till you say don't you wish you never met her

PJ Harvey III

Catherine
liked high places
High up on the hills
A place for making noises
Noises like the whales
Here she built a chapel with
Her image on the wall
A place where she could rest and
A place where she could wash
And listen to the wind blow

She dreamt of children's voices
And torture on the wheel
Patron-Saint of nothing
A woman of the hills
She once was a lady
Of pleasure, and high-born
A lady of the city
But now she sits and moans
And listens to the wind blow

I see her in her chapel
High up on a hill
She must be so lonely
Oh Mother, can't we give
A husband to our Catherine?
A handsome one, a dear
A rich one for the lady
Someone to listen with


The Wind

official site

P J Harvey II

C'mon Billy
Come to me
You know I'm waiting
I love you endlessly

C'mon Billy
You're the only one
Don't you think it's time now
You met your only son

I remember
Lover's play
The corn was golden
We lay in it for days

I remember
The things you said
My little Billy,
Come to your lover's bed


C'mon Billy

Mummy, Daddy, please
Send him back to me

How long must I suffer?
Dear god, I've served my time
This love becomes my torture
This love, my only crime

Lover please release me
My arms too weak to grip
My eyes to dry for weeping
My lips too dry to kiss

Calling Jesus, please
Send his love to me

I'm begging Jesus, please
Send his love to me


Send His Love To Me

PJ Harvey I

Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water.
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water.
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.



I was born in the desert
I been down for years
Jesus, come closer
I think my time is near
And I've travelled over
Dry earth and floods
Hell and high water
To bring you my love

This mess we are in

What were you wanting?
I just want to say
Don't ever change now baby
And thank you
I don't think we will meet again
And you must leave now
Before the sunrise
Above skyscrapers
The sin and
This mess we're in and
The city sun sets over me

Queen Bee - Taj Mahal/Toumani Diabate

Sweeter than a honey bee oh, baby been sweet on me
Sweeter than a honey bee oh, my queen bee
Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul
Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul
These songs were made for lovers
Lovers and lovers and lovers and lovers and lovers
And lovers and lovers and lovers, And lovers and
lovers
My soul, my soul
Queen bee
Queen

Let's Dance - M. Ward

Let's dance for fear
your grace should fall
Let's dance for fear tonight is all

Let's sway you could look into my eyes
Let's sway under the moonlight,
this serious moonlight

Sad, Sad Song - M. Ward

I make a sad, make a sad, make a sad, sad song
I make a sad, make a sad, make a sad, sad song

Oh, I went to my Mama
I said, Mama, please
What do you do when your true love leaves?
she said, the hardest thing in the world to do
is to find somebody believes in you.

Sunken Waltz - Calexico

Cala-te ...

Cala-te, voz que duvida
e me adormece
a dizer-me que a vida
nunca vale o sonho que se esquece.

Cala-te, voz que assevera
e insinua
que a primavera
a pintar-se de lua
nos telhados,
só é bela
quando se inventa
de olhos fechados
nas noites de chuva e de tormenta.

Cala-te, sedução
desta voz que me diz
que as flores são imaginação
sem raiz.

Cala-te, voz maldita
que me grita
que o sol, a luz e o vento
são apenas o meu pensamento
enlouquecido….

(E sem a minha sombra
o chão tem lá sentido!)

Mas canta tu, voz desesperada
que me excede.
E ilumina o Nada

José Gomes Ferreira

Little Water Song - Ute Lemper

Nick Murder: Two, two things a man should know how to do...
Nick Murder: Be romantic and smoke his brains out.
Ten Commandments Priest: I agree...

Romance & Cigarettes

Haja O Que Houver

Haja o que houver
eu estou aqui
haja o que houver
espero por ti
Volta no vento
Ó meu amor
Volta depressa
por favor
Há quanto tempo já esqueci
Porque fiquei
longe de ti
Cada momento
é pior
Volta no vento
por favor

Eu sei, eu sei
Quem és para mim
Haja o que houver
volta para mim

Rapture

For instance
Oh my mama
She's been falling
Falling down for quite some time
And oh my papa
He's been falling
Falling down for quite some time
Oh my friends
I've watched them falling
Falling softly to the ground
Like the leaves
The Leaves are falling
Down in silence to the ground

Ne me quitte pas

(...)

Le Moribond

Beirut


Brel...

C'est dur de mourir au printemps tu sais
Mais je pars aux fleurs les yeux fermés ma femme
Car vu que je les ai fermés souvent
Je sais que tu prendras soin de mon âme
Je veux qu'on rie
Je veux qu'on danse
Je veux qu'on s'amuse comme des fous
Je veux qu'on rie
Je veux qu'on danse
Quand c'est qu'on me mettra dans le trou

Cornu - Youpi (Kid Loco Remix)

Youpi

Comme c`est bon
Quand petit à petit
Tu sort de ma tête

Youpi, Yeah...

Comme c`est gai
Quand même à petits pas
Je m`éloigne de toi

Youpi, Yeah...

Comme c`est c`est joyeux
On ne se verras plus
Jamais

Youpi, Yeah...

Comme c`est joli
Tes yeux qui pleurent
De jalousie

Youpi, Yeah...

The Pan Within

Swing your hips
Loose your head, and let it spin
Swing your hips
Loose you head, and let it spin
And we will look together
For the pan within

Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
Close your eyes
Breathe slow and we will begin
To look together
For the pan within

Let's Pretend

Let's not make it into a big thing
Let's not get lost in this
I know it is, I know we could
I guess we surely would
Let's pretend it's not
It doesn't mean a thing
Let's not blow it out of all sense
As though it meant so much
It's always thought about for weeks
Not every time your lips meet mine, I think of her
But when her hands reach out, I think of you

Luz Vaga

Dancei para te ver aqui,
eu sei que nada mais pode me ajudar
É do nono andar? Sim
Quis pedir ajuda, mas a língua estava morta
Sei lá! Parei de olhar,
tenho uma corda acesa, prestes a queimar
Não és capaz de me levar a sério.
Vou saltar em teu lugar.

Sei que nada mais pode me ajudar

Reciting the Airships

No jardim da casa do mar. Ela espera. Avança e logo pára. Ela não pára nunca. Ela embate contra os muros metálicos do jardim. Ela quer ficar só até que o tempo passe. Ela recua até ao princípio do caminho e depois recomeça. Avança na direcção da casa. Ela escuta. Ela deixa-se estar na escuta dos passos sobre o mar. Ela não olha as duas mulheres que se tocam. Ela inventa. As mulheres olham-na. Esperam. Elas vêm os jogos que ela se faz inventar para não parar nunca. Ela foge e depois pára. Ela deixa-se ver. O cheiro da chuva mistura-se com o cheiro do mar. Ela recomeça.

Olga Roriz

Honey Honey

Honey honey up in the trees
Fields of flowers deep in his dreams
Lead them out to sea by the east
Honey honey food for the bees

Honey honey out on the sea
In the doldrums thinking of me
Me on dry land thinking of he
Honey honey not next to me

Even if he wanted to
Even if he wanted to
Even if he wanted to
Do you think he'd come back
Would he come back

Oh no..

Honey honey out on the sea
In the doldrums waiting for me
Me in my boat searching for he
Honey honey food for the bees

Sea Lion Woman

Sea lion...

Sea lion woman
She drink coffee
She drink tea
And a rooster crows

Sea lion woman
She drink coffee
She drink tea
And a rooster crows

Sea lion woman
Dressed in the blue
Call on the man
And hope he knows what he can do

Sea lion woman
Dressed in red
Smile at the man
When you wake up in his bed

Sea lion woman....

Damien Rice - Volcano

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea
Is just what I'm going through
This is nothing new
No no just another phase of finding what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
And like a new disease she's still too young to treat
Like a distant tree
Volcanoes melt me down
She's still too young
I kissed your mouth
You do not need me

Damien Rice - 9 Crimes

Há pequenas coisas que atiçam o amor
Que nos dão um grande desejo de amar
Uma enorme ânsia de sofrer

de Luis Rodrigues

Horseheadedfleshwizard

"Chegaste. Eu não te esperava. Contigo trouxeste a ternura, o desejo e, mais tarde, o medo. Chegaste e eu não conhecia essa ternura, esse desejo. Em casa, no meu quarto, neste quarto, revi os teus olhos na memória, a ternura, o desejo. E, depois, aquilo que eu sabia, o medo. E passou tempo. Eu e tu sentimos esse tempo a passar mas, quando nos encontrámos de novo, soubemos que não nos tínhamos separado"

José Luis Peixoto; excerto de "Capricórnio a seus Pés",

Seahorse

(...)
Sentados sobre as camas de ferro dos seus quartos, lembraram-se:
encontrámo-nos. Naquele dia, perante a imagem verdadeira um do outro, sentiram: encontramo-nos.
No rosto dele, a esperança. No rosto dela, mais do que a esperança. Encontramo-nos. Encontrámo-nos. Encontraram-se. Foi ele que caminhou a distância pequena que ainda os separava. Foi ele que estendeu os braços. Ela baixou o olhar entre o seu corpo imóvel e a terra. Os braços dele sem uso. As palavras formaram-se dentro dela. As palavras aproximaram-se dos seus lábios. No silêncio, entre os seus rostos, as palavras existiram e foram um eclipse. (...)

José Luis Peixoto; excerto de "Ao Adormecermos Eternamente",

Coração cor-de-rosa

AMAR

Que pode uma criatura senão,
entre criaturas, amar?
amar e esquecer, amar e malamar,
amar, desamar, amar?
sempre, e até de olhos vidrados, amar?

Que pode, pergunto, o ser amoroso,
sozinho, em rotação universal,
senão rodar também, e amar?
amar o que o mar traz à praia,
o que ele sepulta, e o que, na brisa marinha,
é sal, ou precisão de amor, ou simples ânsia?

Amar solenemente as palmas do deserto,
o que é entrega ou adoração expectante,
e amar o inóspito, o cru,
um vaso sem flor, um chão de ferro,
e o peito inerte, e a rua vista em sonho, e
uma ave de rapina.

Este o nosso destino: amor sem conta,
distribuido pelas coisas pérfidas ou nulas,
doação ilimitada a uma completa ingratidão,
e na concha vazia do amor a procura medrosa,
paciente, de mais e mais amor.

Amar a nossa falta mesma de amor,
e na secura nossa amar a água implícita,
e o beijo tácito, e a sede infinita.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Fistful of Love 2

And I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
And I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart
It's out of love, ooh hoo
It's out of love

Give me a little bit serious love
Give me a little full love
Be full of love

Fists, fists, fists full of love...

Take Courage

Take the rings off your fingers
as if they were tears
and find a new kind of beauty
to put a silver lining on your golden years
All your clever talk and your glamour
bright lies you don't hear anymore
You've gone so far out
all you want is the tide to take you back to the shore

Take courage
Take courage said the sign
You used to wait for it every morning
Now you are looking so dumb
and they don't see you standing there
Trying to figure out why all your promises
left you hanging in mid-air
And you lost your war of words,
but your heart was strong.
You said, "the dirt can have my pretty things,
but to the earth my heart does not belong.

Leaving For Paris No. 2

I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I'll see you
I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I need to
So I'm leaving for Paris, won't you try to take care of yourself?
Just you try to take care of yourself, 'cause I'm leaving
Yes, I'm leaving for Paris

I pray you won't follow through the crooked streets behind me
I pray you won't follow, like so many who I've roamed there
So I'm leaving for Paris, don't you try to find out where I am
Just you try to take care of yourself
'Cause I'm leaving, yes I'm leaving
'Cause I'm leaving, yes I'm leaving for Paris
Goodbye

The Coasters - Down in mexico

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost

Hold tight

Arlene: Who do you want to hear?
Jungle Julia: Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Tich.
Arlene: Who?
Jungle Julia: Dave, Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mitch and Tich.
Arlene: Who the fuck are they?
Jungle Julia: For your information, Pete Townsend, at one point, almost quit The Who. And if he had, he would have ended up in this group, thus making it Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick, Tich and Pete. And if you ask me, he should have.
[flips on the radio to hear "Hold Tight" by Dave, Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mitch & Tich]
Jungle Julia: That's my boy!

Hothouse Flowers

Looks like you got no one you can talk to

No one left to talk to

And your heart is torn'n'blue
Yeah you look in no direction

No direction...

I guess these words might pull you through

It'll be easier in the morning
It'll be easier in the day
Sun will shine on through your window
We got light to lead the way









Eu tinha 16 ou 17 anos, usava cabelo comprido e risco ao meio, brincos compridos, comia maçãs e fumava coisas estranhas, devorava livros e inventava danças, ouvia música alta (ainda oiço), gostava de rapazes com mãos compridas (como as tuas), sentava-me no chão e era muito, mas muito feliz.
Fazia desenhos.

Hothouse Flowers

She Woolf Daydreaming

Não preciso de perguntar o que
me dizem os teus olhos quando
os olho; nem te olho para que,
com os teus olhos, um só olhar

tudo me diga. O que me dizes
esconde-se no fundo que não vejo
quando me olhas, para que
tudo o que vejo me mostre

o fundo dos teus olhos. E
quando te peço que os feches, para
que um outro fundo se abra,

o que me dizes é o que
não sei se os teus olhos dizem,
quando o dizes nos teus olhos.

Nuno Júdice

Mount Wroclai (Idle Days)

Meditação
à beira de um poema

Podei a roseira
no momento certo
e viajei muitos dias,
aprendendo de vez
que se deve esperar biblicamente
pela hora das coisas.

Quando abri a janela, vi-a,
como nunca a vira
constelada,
os botões,
Alguns já com rosa- pálido
espiando entre as sépalas,
jóias vivas em pencas.

Minha dor nas costas,
meu desaponto com os limites do tempo,
o grande esforço para que me entendam
pulverizam-se
diante do recorrente milagre.
maravilhosas faziam-se
as cíclicas perecíveis rosas.

Ninguém me demoverá
do que de repente soube
à margem dos edifícios da razão:

a misericórdia está intacta,
vagalhões de cobiça,
punhos fechados,
altissonantes iras,
nada impede ouro de corolas
e acreditai: perfumes.

Só porque é setembro

Adélia Prado

Elephant Gun

A volúpia de um repouso total no odor da menina que coleccionou beijos, lábios, dentes, de mamilos ao vento e saltos altos cheios de sorrisos e suspiros. A luta sublime – touché direito ao coração, direito ao pé esquerdo. Conversas sem fim sobre as palmas das mãos embriagadas de cartas de amor. A recordação dos homens que apalpam o batimento das ondas com o desejo excessivo das manhãs adormecidas sem segredos. A casualidade de um vestido de noite maquiado de ciúme que brinda ao tempo a passar com o seu olhar cego e perfumado.

Olga Roriz

Cant Take My Eyes Off Of You

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like Heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

O Ciúme

Dorme o sol à flor do Chico, meio-dia
Tudo esbarra embriagado de seu lume
Dorme ponte, Pernambuco, Rio, Bahia
Só vigia um ponto negro: o meu ciúme

O ciúme lançou sua flecha preta e se viu ferido justo na garganta
Quem nem alegre, nem triste, nem poeta
Entre Petrolina e Juazeiro canta

Velho Chico, vens de Minas
De onde o oculto do mistério se escondeu
Sei que o levas todo em ti
Não me ensinas
E eu sou só eu só eu só eu

Juazeiro, nem te lembras dessa tarde
Petrolina, nem chegaste a perceber
Mas na voz que canta tudo ainda arde
Tudo é perda, tudo quer buscar, cadê?

Tanta gente canta
Tanta gente cala
Tantas almas esticadas no curtume
Sobre toda estrada, sobre toda sala
Paira monstruosa
A sombra do ciúme

Western Sky

So I'll take you in my two weak hands
And I'll throw you so high
Watch you fall forever in the western sky
And when you land you'll turn into some kind of prize
Into somebody's sweet prize

I won't see you no more
Who am I to rate that high
The world's a shadow of what went before
The world gives off none of its own light

So please be happy baby
And please don't cry
Even though the parade has passed us by
Well you can still see it shining in the western sky
So why won't you stop crying
You can still see it shining



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Elevator Music

Diamanda Galas - Gloomy Sunday

Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd created
I waited 'til dreams like my heart were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays

Then came the Sunday when you came to find me
They brought me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes would not see what I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers of the lover above me*
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered 'never'
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays



Diamanda Galas

Paddy's Gone

Dá-me a tua mão:
Vou agora te contar
como entrei no inexpressivo
que sempre foi a minha busca cega e secreta.
De como entrei
naquilo que existe entre o número um e o número dois,
de como vi a linha de mistério e fogo,
e que é linha sub-reptícia.

Entre duas notas de música existe uma nota,
entre dois fatos existe um fato,
entre dois grãos de areia por mais juntos que estejam
existe um intervalo de espaço,
existe um sentir que é entre o sentir
– nos interstícios da matéria primordial
está a linha de mistério e fogo
que é a respiração do mundo,
e a respiração contínua do mundo
é aquilo que ouvimos
e chamamos de silêncio.

Clarice Lispector

Sugarman

Que nenhuma estrela queime o teu perfil
Que nenhum deus se lembre do teu nome
Que nem o vento passe onde tu passas.

Para ti criarei um dia puro
Livre como o vento e repetido
Como o florir das ondas ordenadas.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

Haendel - Sarabande

Agora, apodrecer.
Nas ruas, no suor das mãos amigas dos amigos, na pele dos espelhos...
desespero sorrido, carne de sonho público, montras enfeitadas de olhos...

...mas apodrecer.

Bolor a fingir de lua, árvores esquecidas do princípio do mundo...
"como estás, estás bem?", o telefone não toca! devorador de astros...

... mas apodrecer.

Sim, apodrecer
de pé e mecânico,
a rolar pelo mundo
nesta bola de vidro,
já sem olhos para aguçar peitos
e o sol a nascer todos os dias
no emprego burocrático de dar razão aos relògios,
cada vez mais necessários para as certidões da morte exata,

Sim, apodrecer ...

"...as mãos, a còlera, o frio, as pálpebras, o cabelo
a morte, as bandeiras, as lágrimas, a república, o sexo...

... mas apodrecer!

Sujar estrelas.

José Gomes Ferreira

Hable con ella

Benigno Martín: Hable con ella. Cuénteselo.

Marco Zuluaga: Sí, ya me gustaría. Pero ella no puede oírme.

Benigno Martín: ¿Cómo está tan seguro de que no nos oyen?

Marco Zuluaga: Porque su cerebro está apagado, Benigno.

Benigno Martín: El cerebro de la mujer es un misterio, y en este estado más.

A las mujeres hay que tenerlas en cuenta, hablar con ellas...
...tener un detalle, de vez en cuando... acariciarlas de pronto.
Recordar que existen. Que están vivas y que nos importan.

Goldfrapp - Strict Machine

I get high on a buzz
Then a rush when I'm plugged in you
I connect
When I'm flush
You get love when told what to do
Wonderful electric
Wonderful electric
Wonderful electric
Cover me in you
I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love with a strict machine

Movin' Together - Noiseshaper

Homelands

Tudo o que quiser
Tem que entender
Nas palmas da mão
Se tiver porquê


Frágil nessa terra
Fácil derrubou
Quando jogou fora
Tudo acabou

Nouvelle Vague - Too drunk to fuck

Went to a party
I danced all night
I drank sixteen beers
And I started up a fight

But now I am jaded
You're out of luck
I'm rolling down the stairs
Too drunk to fuck

Cake

You won't admit you love me.
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
A million times I ask you,
And then I ask you over again.
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

If you can't make your mind up,
We'll never get started.
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted.
So if you really love me,
Say yes.
But if you don't, dear, confess.
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.





CAKE

Immigrant

Pizzicato Five - Twiggy Twiggy

sanjikan mo matte ita no yo
watashi neko to issho ni

sono toki denwa no beru ga
watashi neko mitai ni shabetta
terebi no volume sagete
watashi uso mitai na koe de

twiggy no mini skirt de
twiggy mitai na pose de
twiggy no mini skirt de
twiggy mitai ni yassepochi no watashi