Suede - It Starts And Ends With You / Filmstar (Live@Coliseu Lisboa)

Há memórias que ficam... (mais que isso...).

Suede - It Starts And Ends With You

Like a cause without a martyr

Like an effigy of balsam

Like a hairline crack in a radiator

Leaking life

I shout out but it just spins faster

I crawl up but my knees are water

I cling on by my nails to the sweet disaster

And then I fall to the floor

Like my strings are cut

Pinch myself but I don't wake up

Spit in the wind cause too much is not enough

It starts and ends with you

It starts and ends with you

And I've worn so many faces

Shot my love at fifteen places

My inheritance is all the thoughts

I can't sweep away

I shout out but it just spins faster

I crawl up but my knees are water

I cling on by my nails to the sweet disaster

And then I fall to the floor

Like my strings are cut

Pinch myself but I don't wake up

Spit in the wind cause too much is not enough

It starts and ends with you

It starts and ends with you

Shout out but it just spins faster

Crawl up but my knees are water

Cling on by my nails to the sweet disaster

And then I fall to the floor

Like my strings are cut

Spit in the wind but I don't wake up

Pinch myself cause too much is not enough

It starts and ends with you

It starts and ends with you

It starts and ends with you

It starts and ends with you

I shout out but it just spins faster

I crawl up but my knees are water

I shout out but it just spins faster

I crawl up but my knees are water

I shout out but it just spins faster

I crawl up but my knees are water

I shout out but it just spins faster

I crawl up but my knees are water

Regressando no tempo...

Algures, ao ouvir certas músicas, sou transportado para pensamentos que me fazem voltar atrás no tempo, regressando a sítios onde fui feliz. Muito feliz... São momentos que se eternizam na alma, na vida e no coração. Aquela noite do Coliseu de Lisboa, a companhia, a banda, as pessoas, o que nos levou ali e o que nos fez deixar com um enorme sorriso estampado no rosto. Fez? Faz... Não posso deixar de esboçar um sorriso e pensar que a vida é feita destes momentos. Não é à toa que são recordados e condenados à imortalidade, eternizados no tempo e no pensamento. Ali, tal como uma fotografia que existiu, reside um pouco de mim e de quem comigo partilhou aqueles momentos únicos e que continuam bem vivos...

Suede - Sometimes I Feel I'll Float Away
All the colours in the rainbow don't compare
With one look in your impossible eyes
And I walked into the trap with my eyes wide shut
But I never knew what it would be like

All the plans were made
In the wooded glade
Where your body was split wide open
And I count to ten
As the race begins
Round your hairpin bends

Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Without you to hold me

I can't count the times I forgot my lines
And you pretended that you didn't know
Let me take you through each stage of the male mistake
And we'll adopt our natural roles

And I need you more
Than you need to be needed
So I sign my will one stab at a time
And I count to ten
As the race begins
Round your hairpin bends

Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Without you to hold me

Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Without you to hold me

Away, away, away, away 

Suede - Trash
Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it's our looseness,

But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...

Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
The words we've heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it's our sweetness,

But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the street,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...

Editors no Coliseu de Lisboa! Mais noites assim, please!

Ontem, felizmente assisti a um grande concerto dos Editors no Coliseu de Lisboa. Grande noite, de muitas emoções e sorrisos. Haja mais assim, porque só me faz bem ao corpo e à alma! Os interessantes belgas Balthazar a abrir o concerto, para depois Tom Smith e os seus Editors arrasarem com o exacto alinhamento (lá consegui ficar com mais uma set list!!!) que tocaram no Porto, E, foi melhor ainda, porque vi o concerto mesmo juntinho ao palco! Os Editors já começam a ter uma dimensão tal, que lhes permite deixar muitas grandes músicas de fora! Venha o próximo para matar saudades, reviver emoções e, porque não, tocar aquelas que ficaram por tocar!

Obrigado Tom Smith! Obrigado EDITORS! Deixo-vos uma amostra do que foi... SUGAR!

Editors - Sugar
Don’t leave
Don’t leave
I want you to realize when I’m gone
My my, my my
You are the only thing I want to hold

There’s sugar on your soul
You’re like no one, I know
You’re a life from another world

You swallow me whole
With just a mumbled hello
And it breaks my heart to love you, it breaks my heart to love you

Don’t leave
Don’t leave
When you’re lost in the moment, I am in home
I tried, I tried
To make you realize when I’m gone, gone, gone

There’s sugar on your soul
You’re like no one I know
You’re a life from another world

You swallow me whole
With just a mumbled hello
And it breaks my heart to love you, it breaks my heart to love you

It breaks my heart to love you

There’s sugar on your soul
There’s sugar on your soul

There’s sugar on your soul
You’re like no one I know
You’re a life from another world

You swallow me whole
With just a mumbled hello
And it breaks my heart to love you, it breaks my heart to love you

Don’t leave
Don’t leave
I want you to realize when I’m gone

E hoje à noite vai ser assim... Editors - Like Treasure (Live@The Fabric 2009)

Ansioso por mais uma grande noite e por rever os Editors, que já não os vejo desde o dia 13 de Julho! Como é possível?! Já estou ao rubro e com um andamento... 

Hoje à noite, no Coliseu de Lisboa, a set list não será muito diferente da tocada ontem no Porto, que foi assim:
1.Sugar
2.Someone Says
3.Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors
4.Bones
5.Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool
6.Two Hearted Spider
7.You Don't Know Love
8.All Sparks...
9.Formaldehyde
10.A Ton of Love
11.Like Treasure
12.An End Has a Start
13.Bullets
14.In This Light and on This Evening
15.The Phone Book (Acoustic)
16.Munich
17.The Racing Rats
18.Honesty

Encore:
19.Bricks and Mortar
20.Nothing
21.Papillon

 

Esta será uma das que me vai fazer vibrar...

Editors - Like Treasure
Ain't it just like the old days,
Let's see how the hand plays,
Living at a second-hand cliché,
It ain't just like the old days

You are what you eat
You'll become digested
Well love, it isn't felt
Love is tested

You will keep forever
I'll bury you like treasure

We've gotta get friends in high places
Hide behind their plastic faces
Rip up the flag and replace it,
Dance with our friends in high places

You are what you eat
You'll become digested
Well love, it isn't felt
Love is tested

You will keep forever
I'll bury you like treasure
You will keep forever
I'll bury you like treasure

I used to want to be you
Now, where's your shadow? You're see through
I used to want to be you
Now, where's your shadow? You're see through

You will be forever
I will bury you like treasure
You will be forever
I will bury you like treasure