tango

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.

BulletPrOOf

where the wild things are

"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

e voltarem cá, não?

PERSEPOLIS 2.0

as palavras deles

para dançar, dançar, dançar, dançar, dançar...

impressão digital #1

penso que este será o primeiro de alguns textos, apontamentos, o que seja, a propósito de um tema - andrew bird. o primeiro poderia ter surgido poucas horas depois do primeiro concerto, com ingredientes extra para juntar, até, mas não. foi preciso um dia depois, e uma semana depois a contar desse primeiro dia antes, e horas e horas de "Oh no", "Effigy", "masterswarm", "Nervous tic motion of the head to the left", "Armchairs", "Plasticities", enfim, foi preciso isto para começar a desvelar a pontinha da impressão digital/musical/humana que ficou e que eu não percebia muito bem o que era, mas que pareço começar agora a perceber.

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

brevemente, numa lisboa perto de si

vozes

é esquisito estar num centro comercial e a voz off que diz às pessoas para se deslocarem com urgência aos carros ser brasileira...muito esquisito e desconfortável.

grémio - jam session #01

obrigada às acções de formação da O.A. pela ajuda no desemburrecimento dos meus olhos e dedos

nos dias em que nos sentimos numa pele que não a nossa

I was born with the wrong sign

In the wrong house

With the wrong ascendancy

I took the wrong road

That led to the wrong tendencies

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time

For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme

On the wrong day of the wrong week

I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Wrong

There's something wrong with me chemically

Something wrong with me inherently

The wrong mix in the wrong genes

I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means

It was the wrong plan

In the wrong hands

With the wrong theory for the wrong man

The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes

The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong

Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum

With the wrong scum

Pissing out the wrong energy

Using all the wrong lines

And the wrong signs

With the wrong intensity

I was on the wrong page of the wrong book

With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook

Made the wrong move, every wrong night

With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yeah

Wrong

Wrong

Too long

Wrong

I was born with the wrong sign

In the wrong house

With the wrong ascendancy

I took the wrong road

That led to the wrong tendencies

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time

For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme

On the wrong day of the wrong week

I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Depeche mode, Wrong

Wrong

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o meu concerto de 2008. porque foi onde os outros não foram e como muito poucos vão. ao fundo.

"...o mundo não gira se não o girares..."*


* Poka Terra, Sara Tavares

Não penses mais nisso

O instrutor de condução dizia-me que eu não podia pensar tanto; o professor de saxofone diz-me para , em vez de pensar tanto, tocar.

pensar faz mal à cabeça?