domingo, 27 de junho de 2010
quinta-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2009
have yourself a merry little christmas
este blog acordou só para aproveitar o facto de, sendo natal, ter um pretexto para aqui colocar uma música de natal.
segunda-feira, 31 de agosto de 2009
quarta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2009
"I think I know what you mean but watch what you say
'cause they'll be trying to knock you down in some way
Sometimes it feels like the world is falling asleep
How do you wake someone up from inside a dream?
Your mind would wander and search for its place in the night
Your body followed this feeling like following light
Once that your music was born it followed you 'round
And then it gave your activities meaning and let you be loud
You're sad but you smile, It's not in your eyes
Your eyeballs don't change, It's the muscles around your eyes
An egg to fertilize , a pulse to stabilize
A body to deodorize , a life to scrutinize
A child to criticize , young adults to modernize
Citizens to terrorize , generations to desensitize
You're dreams are sweet and obsessed and your overworked
You're overtaken by visions of being overlooked
How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers)be
To see such power in our hands all wasted on greed?
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free and detached as boats to the dock?
Just like when music was born and detached from your heart
Is your free time to free minds or for falling apart?
Night after night you turn out the light
You don't fall asleep, right away
"Are we... are we done?"
A desk to organize , a product to advertise
A market to monopolize , movie stars you idolize
Leaders to scandalize, enemies to neutralize
No time to apologize, fury to tranquilize
Weapons to synchronize, Cities to vaporize"
"Ize of the world", The Strokes
segunda-feira, 24 de agosto de 2009
quarta-feira, 19 de agosto de 2009
domingo, 31 de maio de 2009
impressão digital #1
quinta-feira, 21 de maio de 2009
em estágio
Born host to a tongue
So sing a song about it
Held a breath for too long
Till we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong
Then you can blame us for it
Turn the clamp on a phone
So we're down about it
And tell us all about it
We're so in doubt about it
How about some credit now
Where credit is due
For the damage that was done
We have wrought upon ourselves and others
With this blow, ambitious gun
And all the pratfalls can be fun
Encores can be fatal
And then I hear you say,
Thank God it's fatal.
Thank God it's fatal. Not shy
Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal.
Thank God.
Thank God it's fatal.
Thank God it's fatal. Not shy
Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal.
Wait just a second now
It's not all that bad
Are we not having fun?
You make your mountains of handkerchiefs
Where the mascara always runs
So be careful when you're done
You're bound to get post-needle
Wait, did I just hear you say...
Thank God it's fatal
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a draw
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a draw
And we don't want to hear the signs that your bore
You know the kind of sign you hang on a door
Saying, "We'll be back. We're a crack."
Heretics, andrew bird
segunda-feira, 4 de maio de 2009
segunda-feira, 27 de abril de 2009
quinta-feira, 23 de abril de 2009
sábado, 4 de abril de 2009
nos dias em que nos sentimos numa pele que não a nossa
sábado, 28 de março de 2009
terça-feira, 24 de março de 2009
sexta-feira, 20 de março de 2009
Não penses mais nisso
pensar faz mal à cabeça?
quinta-feira, 5 de março de 2009
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sexta-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2009
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