sexta-feira, 30 de agosto de 2013

The Killers - Mr. Brightside (Live Royal Albert Hall)

Música para um grande fim de semana... Divirtam-se, descansem e sorriam! Quem puder, ame...

The Killers . Mr. Brightside
Coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine
Gotta, gotta be down, because I want it all
It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep and she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke and she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head

But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress, now, let me go
And I just can't look, it's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

I'm coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine
Gotta, gotta be down, because I want it all
It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?
(It was only a kiss), it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep and she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke and she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head

But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress, now, let me go
'Cause I just can't look, it's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

I never, I never
I never, I never

quinta-feira, 29 de agosto de 2013

quarta-feira, 28 de agosto de 2013

Antony and the Johnsons - Hope There's Someone (LIVE @ Hipódromo de Cascais)

Há dois dias, fez um ano que tive a oportunidade de assistir a um concerto de rara beleza, de Antony and the Johnsons com a Orquestra Sinfonieta de Lisboa. Uma noite mágica, em boa companhia e, com momentos de que tocam a nossa sensibilidade, fossem eles de mistério, de estupefacção ou simplesmente de humor. Apreciem como um artista consegue transformar um engano, em algo cómico e, muito talentoso. Só tive pena que não tivesse durado um pouco mais e, que não tenha sido tocado o fantástico "Fistful of Love".
Para aqueles que o conhecem, dispensa apresentações, para os que agora o estão a conhecer, senhoras e senhores, Antony and the Johnsons...

Antony And The Johnsons - Hope There's Someone
Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, will I go

Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired

There's a ghost on the horizon
When I go to bed
How can I fall asleep at night
How will I rest my head

Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there, left in there

There's a man on the horizon
Wish that I'd go to bed
If I fall to his feet tonight
Will allow rest my head

So here's hoping I will not drown
Or paralyze in light
And godsend I don't want to go
To the seal's watershed

Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, Will I go

Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired

A "dança"...

Este post da Sibilla no seu Pequenas (in)felicidades fez-me recordar (culpa do varão!) um vídeo de pole dance que um dia vi, Algures onde apenas eu sei..., na verdade, não me recordo onde, mas gostei tanto que ficou, pelo que aqui o partilho pela sua beleza...

Pensamento do Dia

“The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.”
William A. Ward

terça-feira, 27 de agosto de 2013

Monica Belluci solteira...

Já é a segunda pessoa amiga que partilha um post na minha cronologia do facebook, para me informar que a Monica Belluci está solteira (Nota: nenhum se conhece e nenhum tem acesso ao respectivo post, uma vez que tenho essa opção bloqueada)...
Acho que percebo o que me estão a querer transmitir... Acham que devo avançar?! :D




(Todas as fotos retiradas da página do facebook da Monica Belluci)

E ao almoço passei por aqui...

The Strokes - Last Night (Live@Oxegen Festival July 8, 2006)

Energia precisa-se...

The Strokes - Last Night
Last night she said
Oh, Baby, I feel so down
Oh, and turned me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned around
Oh, baby, I don't care no more
I know this for sure
I'm walking out that door

Well, I've been in town
For just about fifteen whole minutes now
Oh, Baby, I feel so down
And I don't know why
I keep walking for miles

But the people they don't understand
No, girlfriends, they can't understand
Your grandsons, they won't understand
On top of this I ain't ever gonna understand

Last night she said
Oh, Baby, don't feel so down
Oh, and turned me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned around
Oh, Baby, I'm gonna be alright
It was a great big lie
'Cus I left that night, yeah

Oh, people they don't understand
No, girlfriends, they don't understand
In spaceships, they won't understand
And me, I ain't ever gonna understand

Last night she said
Oh, Baby, I feel so down
She had turned me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned around
Oh, little girl, I don't care no more
I know this for sure
I'm walking out that door, yeah

segunda-feira, 26 de agosto de 2013

Há coisas do camandro...

Não é que a malta da Red Bull descobriu que hoje é o meu regresso aqui ao tasco (leia-se escritório) e que ontem me custou a pregar olho, vai daí, mandou duas RedBulletes (inventei agora o termo!), de top e calção de ganga curtinho (contaram-me os meus colegas, porque eu nem olhei para elas...), para trazerem o novo produto com sabor a limão para me dar asas e acordar. A publicidade cada vez mais se pode dizer que está muito à frente!!! Se não fosse o produto, nem sei como tinha despertado... Não foi pelas RedBulletes com certeza! :D 

Keane - My Shadow (Live UK Forest Tour 2010)

Este ano vieram cá e não tive a oportunidade de os ir ver...
Gosto tanto disto...


Keane - My Shadow
It's time to make a start
To get to know your heart
Time to show your face
Time to take your place

In every speck of dust
In every universe
When you feel most alone
You will not be alone

Just shine a light on me
Shine a light
I'll shine a light on you
Shine a light

And you will see my shadow
On every wall
And you will see my footprints
On every floor

It only takes a spark
To tear the world apart
These tiny little things
That make it all begin

Just shine a light on me
Shine a light
I'll shine a light on you
Shine a light

And you will see my shadow
On every wall
And you will see my reflection
In your freefall

Ooooooooh
Ooh ooh
Ooooooooh
Ooooh ooh

Just shine a light on me
Shine a light
I'll shine a light on you
Shine a light

Cuz when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine

We won't be leaving by the same road
That we came by

We won't be leaving by the same road
That we came by

We won't be leaving by the same road
That we came by

We won't be leaving by the same road
That we came by

Oooooh ooh

Regresso ao trabalho...



Pensava que a secretária estivesse com um ar mais assustador, ainda assim, tenho de tirar os outros processos do armário...

Diz a Maya para o dia de hoje...

LEÃO: XXI O MUNDO
"A sua inspiração pode deixar o seu parceiro surpreendido. Terá atitudes bonitas. Volte a verificar todos os trabalhos."


E digo eu, só relativamente à parte final: 
Tenho mesmo de verificar os cerca de 65 processos que tenho em cima da secretária neste momento?! 

domingo, 25 de agosto de 2013

E amanhã...

... lá começa o trabalho, o que significa que o "grosso" das minhas férias chegou ao fim. Em género de balanço, foram as possíveis e, felizmente, o Benfica lá fez com que terminassem em beleza (que sofrimento e que alegria). Valha-me isso, porque a vontade de ir trabalhar é igual a nenhuma...

E hoje...

E hoje, feito devoto fiel, lá vou regressar à Catedral da Luz. Apesar de cada vez ter menos fé, por todas as razões e mais algumas, não deixei de ser um crente no meu Benfica e, no que ele significa...

Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence (Live)

Uma das minhas bandas de eleição e uma das mais fabulosas letras. Assim, só me resta dizer...
ENJOY THE SILENCE...

Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very
Unnecessary
They can only do harm

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very
Unnecessary
They can only do harm

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very
Unnecessary
They can only do harm

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very
Unnecessary
They can only do harm

Enjoy the silence...

PS: Para quem, como eu, os viu no Optimus Alive em Julho passado, fica aqui essa versão (a partir dos 01h01) e o concerto integral. Infelizmente não consegui arranjar uma versão "a solo" e em condições desse concerto.

sexta-feira, 23 de agosto de 2013

O teu olhar...

O teu olhar estava fixado em mim. Não sei porquê, mas mexia comigo de uma forma invulgar. Um olhar inocente, inquiridor, como que perguntando "quem és tu?", "o que fazes aqui?". Perguntas que eu, por mais que te quisesse explicar, não conseguiria. Apesar de não te responder, isso não te demoveu e, continuaste a olhar fixamente. Sim, o teu olhar encantou-me e, felizmente que não alcançava os meus olhos, àquela hora já humedecidos. Felizmente, os meus óculos escuros não revelavam a minha sensível fraqueza. O teu sorriso, sempre acompanhado de uns olhos bem abertos, conquistou-me e pedia mais. Ora, a nossa ligação não passou despercebida àquelas que te acompanhavam e, era por demais evidente que estávamos conectados por algo, que nem tu, nem eu conseguíamos explicar. No fundo, até conseguia fazê-lo e, foi isso que me sensibilizou... o teu ar frágil e belo, de quem não tem mais de dois meses de idade, "apenas" fez despertar os fortes instintos paternais que (ainda) "vivem" em mim... 

E quem diz que o "relógio biológico" é coisa de mulheres, nunca esteve tão enganado na vida. Aqui, ou em Algures onde apenas eu sei...

Ellie Goulding - Anything Could Happen (Acoustic - Live at KiSS 92.5)


Ellie Goulding - Anything Could Happen
Stripped to the waist
We fall into the river
Cover your eyes
So you don't know the secret
I've been trying to hide
We held our breath
To see our names are written
On the wreck of '86
That was the year
I knew the panic was over

Yes since we found out
Since we found out
That anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could

After the war we said we'd fight together
I guess we thought that's just what humans do
Letting darkness grow
As if we need its palette and we need its colour
But now I've seen it through
And now I know the truth

That anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could

Baby, I'll give you everything you need
I'll give you everything you need, oh
I'll give you everything you need
But I don't think I need you

I know it's gonna be
I know it's gonna be
I know it's gonna be
I know it's gonna be
I know it's gonna be
I know it's gonna be
I know it's gonna be
I know it's gonna be

But I don't think I need you
But I don't think I need you
But I don't think I need you


O original mais acelerado, aqui!

quinta-feira, 22 de agosto de 2013

Pensamento do Dia...

"Most of the problems in life are because of two reasons: we act without thinking or we keep thinking without acting..."

quarta-feira, 21 de agosto de 2013

Audioslave - Like A Stone (Live In Cuba)


Audioslave - Like A Stone
On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages


Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there like a stone
I'll wait for you there alone

On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to Heaven?

To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised, the wine was bled
And there you led me on

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there like a stone
I'll wait for you there alone, alone

And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
For all the things I've done

For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there like a stone
I'll wait for you there alone, alone

E para quem pensa que as férias são só praia...

Engana-se! É que estou a arrumar a casa... Nada de risadas desse lado ok?! É que arrumo a minha e mais nenhuma... 
...e, quem apesar do meu aviso, se atreveu a rir, fique sabendo que amanhã volto à Côte d´Caparique!!! Ahpoizé! :-)

PS: Pena que não se consiga "arrumar" a cabeça tão facilmente...

terça-feira, 20 de agosto de 2013

Inauguração do Arco da Rua Augusta - Lisboa

Para quem, como eu, não viu... Segundo consta, irá estar em Cascais também... Bonito.

The National - This Is The Last Time (feat. Annie Clark / St. Vincent) Bonnaroo Festival 2013


The National - This Is The Last Time
Oh, when I lift you up you feel
Like a hundred times yourself
I wish everybody knew
What's so great about you

Oh, but your love is such a swap
You don't think before you jump
And I said I wouldn't get sucked in
Ahhhhahhhahhahhh

This is the last time
Oh, don't tell anyone I'm here
I've got tylenol and beer
I was thinking that you call somebody
Closer to you

Oh, but your love is such a swamp
You're the only thing I want
And I said I wouldn't cry about
Ahhhhahhhahhahh

This is the last time
This is the last time

We were so under the prime
We were so vacant and kind
We were so under the prime
We were so vacant
We were so under the prime
We were so out of our minds
We were so under the prime
We were so vacant

Oh, when I lift you up you feel
Like a hundred times yourself
I wish everybody knew
What's so great about you

Oh, but your love is such a swap
You don't think before you jump
And I said I wouldn't get sucked in
Ahhhhahhhahhahh

I won't be vacant anymore
I won't be waiting anymore
I won't be faking anymore
I won't be waiting anymore

Jenny I am in trouble
Can't get these thoughts out of me
Jenny I'm seeing double
I know this changes everything

It takes a lot of rain in the cup
It takes a lot of pain to pick me up
It takes a lot of rain in the cup
It takes a lot of pain to pick me up

Baby you gave me pain and tears
Baby you left me sad and high

"Ó filha..."

Estava eu no Centro de Saúde para apanhar a vacina contra o tétano ("só" a devia ter apanhado em 2006...), quando no meio daquela azáfama toda (estão a ver porque não vou lá muito... felizmente não tenho precisado!), ia observando (e ouvindo) a recepcionista a chamar as pessoas... "ó filha?!" "práqui", "ó filha" "práli"... e eu a pensar em como as formações de "qualidade de serviço", que noutros tempos a mim não me serviram para nada, teriam sido tão úteis para certas pessoas...

O Maravilhoso mundo da fotografia...

Há fotografias fantásticas, ora espreitem aqui...

Ainda o Dia Mundial da Fotografia...




Olhos...

"Olhos que olham são comuns. 
Olhos que vêem são raros."
J. Oswald Sanders

segunda-feira, 19 de agosto de 2013

Editors - Two Hearted Spider (Live at Rock Werchter 2012)

A propósito da foto do post anterior, recordei-me desta música.
Adoro isto...

Editors - Two Hearted Spider
I wanna come over
I wanna come over
And tear this place apart, with you
In the arms of another
A two hearted spider
I'm just a mess for you

Oh my naivety
Oh my fickled views
I feel my blood boil
I saw shadows fuse

Every move you make
Breaks me, breaks me
Every smile you fake
Breaks me, breaks me
Owah

Lets build ourselves an island
I want it now
If they build a prison
I'll Knock it down

Oh my naivety
Oh my fickled views
I feel my blood boil
I saw shadows fuse

Every move you make
Breaks me, breaks me, now
Every smile you fake
Breaks me, breaks me

I saw our shadows dance before the dawn
I saw our shadows dance before the dawn
I saw our shadows dance before the dawn
I saw our shadows dance
I saw our shadows dance

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey

Every move you make
Breaks me, breaks me, now
Every smile you fake
Breaks me, breaks me
Owah, Owah, Owah, Owah

Dia Mundial da Fotografia


domingo, 18 de agosto de 2013

Foo Fighters - The Best Of You (Live @ Wembley Stadium 2008)

Ainda é um dos meus toques de telemóvel...
Ainda o associo a momentos...

Ainda me diz muito...
Ainda tenho de dar, o melhor de mim...

Foo Fighters -Best Of You
I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holding you
Were you born to resist?
Or be abused?

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Or are you gone and on to someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I'll break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel?
Your trust?
You must confess
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel?
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken heart
Your trust, you must confess

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

I've got a another confession, my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel?
Your trust?
You must confess

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

sábado, 17 de agosto de 2013

sexta-feira, 16 de agosto de 2013

Culambismo

“Noto com desagrado que se tem desenvolvido muito em Portugal uma modalidade desportiva que julgara ter caído em desuso depois da revolução de Abril. Situa-se na área da ginástica corporal e envolve complexos exercícios contorcionistas em que cada jogador procura, por todos os meios ao seu alcance, correr e prostrar-se de forma a lamber o cu de um jogador mais poderoso do que ele.

Este cu pode ser o cu de um superior hierárquico, de um ministro, de um agente da polícia ou de um artista. O objectivo do jogo é identificá-los, lambê-los e recolher os respectivos prémios. Os prémios podem ser em dinheiro, em promoção profissional ou em permuta. À medida que vai lambendo os cus, vai ascendendo ou descendendo na hierarquia.

Antes do 25 de Abril esta modalidade era mais rudimentar. Era praticada por amadores, muitos em idade escolar, e conhecida prosaicamente como «engraxanço».

Os chefes de repartição engraxavam os chefes de serviço, os alunos engraxavam os professores, os jornalistas engraxavam os ministros, as donas de casa engraxavam os médicos da caixa, etc. ..

Mesmo assim, eram raros os portugueses com feitio para passar graxa. Havia poucos engraxadores. Diga-se porém, em abono da verdade, que os poucos que havia engraxavam imenso. Nesse tempo, «engraxar» era uma actividade socialmente menosprezada.

O menino que engraxasse a professora tinha de enfrentar depois o escárnio da turma. O colunista que tecesse um grande elogio ao Presidente do Conselho era ostracizado pelos colegas. Ninguém gostava de um engraxador.

Hoje tudo isso mudou. O engraxanço evoluiu ao ponto de tornar-se irreconhecível. Foi-se subindo na escala de subserviência, dos sapatos até ao cu.

O engraxador foi promovido a lambe-botas e o lambe-botas a lambe-cu.
Não é preciso realçar a diferença, em termos de subordinação hierárquica e flexibilidade de movimentos, entre engraxar uns sapatos e lamber um cu.

Para fazer face à crescente popularidade do desporto, importaram-se dos Estados Unidos, campeão do mundo na modalidade, as regras e os estatutos da American Federation of Ass-licking and Brown-nosing. Os praticantes portugueses puderam assim esquecer os tempos amadores do engraxanço e aperfeiçoarem-se no desenvolvimento profissional do Culambismo.

(…) Tudo isto teria graça se os culambistas portugueses fossem tão mal tratados e sucedidos como os engraxadores de outrora. O pior é que a nossa sociedade não só aceita o culambismo como forma prática de subir na vida, como começa a exigi-lo como habilitação profissional.

O culambismo compensa. Sobreviver sem um mínimo de conhecimentos de culambismo é hoje tão difícil como vencer na vida sem saber falar inglês.”

Miguel Esteves Cardoso, in “Último Volume”

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Otherside (Live at Slane Castle)


Red Hot Chili Peppers - OthersideHow long how long will I slide
Separate my side I don’t
I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever

I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I’ve got to take it on the otherside

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray’s full and I’m spillin’ my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I’ve got to take it on the otherside

Scarlet starlet and she’s in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn me out leave me on the otherside
I yell and tell it that
It’s not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then it’s born again

How long I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever had

Frase do dia...

"O melhor Sol é o sorriso que nos ilumina."

Estados de Espírito Vs. Música

Frequentemente o nosso estado de espírito influencia a música que ouvimos, pena que o inverso não seja directamente proporcional...

quinta-feira, 15 de agosto de 2013

Calvin Harris - Sweet Nothing ft. Florence Welch


Calvin Harris - Sweet Nothing (feat. Florence Welch)
You took my heart and you handed in your mouth
And with the word all my love came rushing out
And every whisper it's the worst
Empty though by a single word
There is a hollow in me now

So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing

It isn't easy for me to let it go
Cause I swallowed every single word
And every whisper, every sigh
It swept this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now

So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing
And it's not enough
To tell me that you care
When we both know
The words are empty air
You give me nothing!

Uoooh
Uoooh
Uoooh
Sweet nothing

Uoooh
Uoooh
Uoooh
Sweet nothing

quarta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2013

Palavras com Significado #11: Urbanidade

Urbanidade (latim urbanitas, -atis) 

s. f.
1. Qualidade do que é urbano. ≠ RURALIDADE
2. Vida de cidade.
3. [Figurado] Cumprimento das regras de boa educação e de respeito no relacionamento entre cidadãos. =AFABILIDADE, CIVILIDADE, CORTESIA ≠ DESCORTESIA, INDELICADEZA

terça-feira, 13 de agosto de 2013

Passenger - Let Her Go (Your Take Sessions)


Passenger - Let Her Go
Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
And you let her go

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you will make a dream last
Dreams come slow and goes so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you will understand why
Everything you touch all it dies

But you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same ol’ empty feeling in your heart
Love comes slow and it goes so fast
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But to never to touch and never to keep
Because you loved her to much
And you dive too deep

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
And you let her go

Ooooo ooooo oooooo
And you let her go
Ooooooo ooooo ooooo
Well you let her go

Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go

Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go

And you let her go

Praia...

Nada como de vez em quando ir à praia do Meco. Que espectáculo de dia...

domingo, 11 de agosto de 2013

Ed Sheeran - "Give Me Love" captured in The Live Room


Ed Sheeran - Give Me Love
Give me love like her
'cause lately I've been waking up alone
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt
Told you I'd let them go
And that I'll fight my corner
Maybe tonight I'll call ya
After my blood turns into alcohol
No, I just wanna hold ya

Give a little time to me or burn this out
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love.

Give me love like never before
'cause lately I've been craving more
And it's been a while but I still feel the same
Maybe I should let you go
You know I'll fight my corner
And that tonight I'll call ya
After my blood is drowning in alcohol
No I just wanna hold ya

Give a little time to me or burn this out
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
Give a little time to me, or burn this out
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My my, my, my, oh give me love

M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover

M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover (love me, love me, love me)

M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover (give me love)
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover (give me love)
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover (give me love, love me)
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover (give me love)

My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love

[Break]

Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all

A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all

It´s a kind of magic...

Há pessoas que têm o dom de nos fazer sentir especiais e únicos, como se que, de um toque de magia isso dependesse... Na verdade, a magia só está à espera de ser revelada e, há quem nos abra os olhos e sentidos para ela...
It´s a kind of magic...

Algures...

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Weeping Song

Porque estás sempre presente. 

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Weeping Song
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
O father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
O then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long

quinta-feira, 8 de agosto de 2013

Preciosidade...

Já conhecia os senhores, mas hoje descobri esta preciosidade deles... tão, mas tão bom... Gosto, muito... Em repeat.

At Freddy's House - The Knot
If I could hold you once againtied around your waist
I could pretend to hear your heartbeat
as it fades away


a stronger rope won't pull you back
or lift the weight of what was left behind
one breaking strand at the end of the rope will fail
can I just hold you like a knot?

25.000 visitas

Ainda que muitos aqui venham parar por engano, nem deve ser assim tão mau para (já) ter ultrapassado hoje as 25.000 visitas! É certo que muitos têm isso num ano ou até em menos, mas também não sou nenhuma Pipoca (com o devido respeito!). Obrigado a quem me atura lê propositadamente! :-)

PS: E nestas 25.000 visitas já houve tanta coisa boa...

Portishead - Roads

Gosto disto. Não só, mas também... eheheh :-)

Portishead - Roads
Ohh, can't anybody see
We've got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

Storm.. in the morning light
I feel
No more can I say
Frozen to myself

I got nobody on my side
And surely that ain't right
And surely that ain't right

Ohh, can't anybody see
We've got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

INSTRUMENTAL

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

Ohh, can't anybody see
We've got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

Desígnios...

Cá estou eu. Esplanada agora meio vazia e café na mesa. Uma suave aragem num dia de sol e um invulgar sorriso na cara. Um cão olha para mim e adivinho-lhe os pensamentos... perguntas-te qual a razão de ser de tal sorriso. Afinal, o que faz sorrir um homem? Podia estar aqui em longas dissertações, mas é tão simples. Um homem quer atenção, quer carinho, quer cuidar, quer proteger. Não só, mas também. E quando começa a ter um pouco disso, começa a alcançar alguns dos seus desígnios. Começa a... Viver! Querem maior desígnio que esse?!

quarta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2013

Of Monsters and Men - Six Weeks (Live on KEXP)

ENERGIA!

Of Monsters and Men - Six Weeks
Slow, slow me down,
Her blood, on my bones.
Let go, lay to rest.
We fall, we fall, we fall,
We fall to the ground.

Sleep, sleep all night,
While the young, they wait alone.
So get up, shake the rust.
We crawl, we crawl, we crawl,
We crawl on the ground.

Alone, i fight these animals.
Alone, until i get home.

A wolf, wolf and i,
We share the same cold meal.
I float on, float on down.
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride it all out.
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride it all out.
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride it all out.
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride it all out.

Alone, i fight these animals.
Alone, until i get home.
[x4]

Coming back, i'm coming back.
Coming back, i'm coming back.
She follows me into the woods,
Takes me home.
She follows me into the woods,
Takes me home.

Coming back, i'm coming back.
Coming back, i'm coming back.
She follows me into the woods,
Takes me home.
[x3]

Casamento lello...

Quando ontem, perdão, esta noite, recebi uma mensagem no facebook a felicitar-me pelo meu aniversário, pensei que finalmente, aquela era a última. Era a 37.ª "out of time". Afinal, o dia 4 já lá vai há uns dias. Qual não é meu espanto, quando às 10.56h recebo uma sms a desejar-me um feliz aniversário?! Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Então tu queres veri que o meu anisversário é um casamento lello e, que dura dura dura! É uma festa com os meus pais, irmões e amigos e que núm pára!!! 
Eu sei que tento fazer a coisa "low profile", e que, para mim, é um dia como os outros (e é!), mas esta é talvez a prova, que eu não relevo muito a coisa, o que não significa que eu não goste que se lembrem de mim. Enfim... é melhor não falar muito, que ainda oiço um "plim"... you´ve got message!
Modo férias, again...


PS: 14.38h, ainda mexe...
PS1: 23.38h, it happened again... 

terça-feira, 6 de agosto de 2013

Angus & Julia Stone - Big Jet Plane / Live Canalchat - RCS #12

Na simplicidade encontramos coisas tão belas...
Angus & Julia Stone - Big Jet Plane
She said, hello mister
Pleased to meet ya
I wanna hold her
I wanna kiss her
She smelled of daisies
She smelled of daisies
She drive me crazy
She drive me crazy

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane (X2)
Hey, hey

Be my lover
My lady river
Can I take ya
Take ya higher

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane (X4)
Hey hey

Gonna hold ya,
Gonna kiss ya in my arms
Gonna take ya,
Away from harm
(X2)

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane(X4)
Hey hey

A transparência...

Escrevemos num blogue. Ainda que com algumas reservas, procuramos ser o que somos no nosso dia-a-dia, transparentes. Assim, procuramos passar para palavras o nosso Eu e a nossa maneira de agir e de pensar. Palavras sub-reptícias que deixam um fio, que puxado, vai revelando as nossas qualidades, os nossos defeitos, as nossas esperanças, os nossos medos. Os dias, as noites...

Nem todos conseguem acompanhar essa "leitura" da nossa pessoa...
Nem todos acreditam nessa pessoa...
Nem todos vivem essa pessoa...
Para alguns é um personagem, para outros, é uma pessoa.

Isto para dizer que, não houvesse esta transparência, não havia quem me lesse tão bem neste diário, nem sempre escrito, mas muitas vezes revelado...

segunda-feira, 5 de agosto de 2013

Muse - Plug In Baby [Live From Wembley Stadium]

Apetece-me acelerar... 1.º dia de férias e 1 dia mais velho...
Muse - Plug In Baby
I've exposed your lies, baby
The underneath is no big surprise
Now it's time for changing
And cleansing everything
To forget your love

My plug in baby
Crucifies my enemies
When I'm tired of giving
My plug in baby
In unbroken virgin realities
Is tired of living

Don't confuse
Baby you're gonna lose
Your own game
Change me
Replace the envying
To forget your love

My plug in baby
Crucifies my enemies
When I'm tired of giving
My plug in baby
In unbroken virgin realities
I'm tired of living

And I've seen your loving
But mine is gone
And I've been in trouble

Frase do dia

“O silêncio é um texto fácil de ser lido errado."

quinta-feira, 1 de agosto de 2013

Recurso Hierárquico

Afinal continua a ser uma boa maneira para a execução dos actos administrativos! E dá um gozo do caraças, ver as "fugas" e os "empurrões" umas às outras, assim que apertadas, para além de terem de cumprir o que não queriam. É o que acontece quando nos tentam lixar bloquear a vida as pretensões. Esta foi apenas uma pequena batalha que levou a uma pequena vitória. A maior ainda está para vir, ou as maiores...

Damien Rice - 9 Crimes (Live Abbey Road 2006)


Damien Rice - Nine Crimes
Leave me out with the waste,
This is not what I do.
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you.
It's the wrong time,
For somebody new
It's a small crime,
And I've got no excuse.

Is that alright, yeah
Give my gun away when it's loaded.
Is that alright, yeah?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?
Is that alright, yeah?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright with you?

Leave me out with the waste,
This is not what I do.
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you.
It's the wrong time,
She's pulling me through.
It's a small crime,
And I've got no excuse.

Is that alright, yeah?
Give my gun away when it's loaded. (Is that alright?)
Is that alright, yeah?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it? (Is that alright?)
Is that alright? yeah?
Give my gun away when it's loaded. (Is that alright?)
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright, yeah?
Give my gun away when it's loaded. (Is that alright?)
Is that alright, yeah?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it? (Is that alright?)
Is that alright? yeah?
Give my gun away when it's loaded. (Is that alright?)
Is that alright,
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright? yeah?
(Give my gun away when it's loaded)
Is that alright? yeah?
(If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?)
Is that alright? yeah?
(Give my gun away when it's loaded)
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you? (Is that alright with you?)

No...