So I have been told

Blueberry pies

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stop me
And then came the rush of the flood
The stars at night turned you to dust

Melt me down
To big black armour
Leave no trace
Of grace
Just in your honor
Lower me down
That corporate slob
Make a watch
For a space in town
For the lack of the drugs
My faith had been sleeping
Lower me down
In the end
Secure the grounds
For the later parade

Once I wanted to be the greatest
Two faced, sad little rock
When things I couldn't explain
Any feelings
Oh worn me down
In the end
Secure the grounds
For the lack of the drugs
My faith had been sleeping
For the later parade

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or water fall could stop me
And then came the rush of the flood
The stars at night turned you to dust

All packed

hey man what's your problem don't you know that i don't belong to you it's hard and hard enough to keep it up when everything is so new i'm not trying to forget you i just like to be alone come and give me the space i need and you may and you may and you may and you may and you may find that we're alright i'm not trying to forget you i just like to be my own come and give me the space i need and you may and you may and you may and you may and you may find that we're alright i mean no offense to you but grow up can't you just grow up? when are you going to give it your own go? give it your own go i know i'm being way too hard but i know that i'm trying i know myself and i know what i want to do i'm doing my best and i want to know is it good for you? you give me trouble you give me everything that you've got i'll show you that what's right for me ain't for you don't look out for me who are you to tell me how when you've problems of your own i do love you and i want to hold on to you for always


Bros, de Panda Bear

Person Pitch, pelos Panda Bear é mais um dos meus álbuns de 2007.

Porque eu gosto (iv)

O que vos digo, meus amigos, é que é tudo uma questão de equilíbrio. As leituras, tenho-as a cargo de Marquês de Sade; na música procuro anjos.


Ps- Viram como pulsa o sangue nas mãos do anjo? Ele tem veias, tem veias. I made a lot of mistakes.

Foi com isto que sonhei hoje

Só me lembrava de "into the trees, into the trees". O que eu dançava! Aparentemente, quando o cérebro está a cozer a 39 graus e já se cuspiu dois terços do pulmão para o lenço, é em Cure que se pensa. The mind works in mysterious ways.

d' A Porcaria

Maldoror, por Mão Morta
23 de Fevereiro, Torres Novas

« Estou sujo. Roído de piolhos. Os porcos, quando olham para mim, vomitam. »

Mais uma vez, agradecimentos ao Nuno Coelho, o fotógrafo profissional ao serviço dos Mão Morta.

T&R

The glove compartment isn't accurately named
And everybody knows it
So i'm proposing a swift orderly change

Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all i find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life

I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When i stumbled upon pictures i tried to forget
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head

Cause it's too important
To stay the way it's been

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night (up all night)
When i'm lying awake at night

Title and Registration, Death Cab For Cutie

Nunca, pelo porta-luvas do meu carro, passou um par de luvas. Já testemunhei várias utilizações para este compartimento, desde o simples armazenamento dos manuais do automóvel ao arrojado suporte de postais de fotografias de mulheres semi-nuas. O meu albergou cassetes gravadas e regravadas sem caixa, canetas, tubos de cola, todo o tipo de papeladas que faço dançar em frente aos olhos do sr. agente que tem o infortúnio de me pedir o comprovativo da última inspecção, colheres de plástico para comer Häagen-Dazs em dias chuvosos ou invólucros de preservativos rasgados, cuja presença tende a alternar com a das ditas colheres.
Em suma, estou plenamente de acordo com o tipo dos Death Cab For Cutie.

Miss Misery

I'll fake it through the day
With some help from Johnny Walker red
And the cold pain behind my eyes
It shoots back through my head
With two tickets torn in half
And a lot of nothing to do
But its alright
Cause some enchanted night I'll be with you
Tarot cards and the lines in my hand
Tell me I'm wrong
But they're untrue
Got plans for both of us
That involved a trip out of town
To a place I've seen in a magazine that you left lying around
I cant hold my liquor
But I keep a good attitude
Cause its alright
Some enchanted night I'll be with you
Though you'd rather see me gone
Than to see it come the day ill be waiting for you anyway
Next door the TV's flashing blue frames on the wall
Its a comedy from the 70s
With the lead no one recalls
Vanished into oblivion
Its easy to do a
And I cry to see
When you talk to me
The day you said we were through
But it's alright
Some enchanted night I'll be with you


Miss Misery, Elliott Smith

Morreu em 2003, aos 34 anos de idade, com duas facadas no peito. O relatório da autópsia não foi conclusivo quanto a tratar-se ou não de suicídio.

As indecisões do costume

(já agora aproveito para sugerir a auscultação -uh, huuuh; uh, huuuh- da versão por Cat Power e Karen Elson)

Restriction Ends Sign

I've been sending you signals
But my signals have never been seen
I've been writing you letters
But those letters never leave me

I bought you a couple of presents
But they sit in the corner unwrapped
I just can't bring myself to fruition
I can't close this permanent gap

How can I let you forget me?
If you don't even know me already?
My name doesn't change very often
But it's never been Don and Sherri

Don and Sherri, Matthew Dear

Asa Breed, de Matthew Dear é outro dos meus álbuns favoritos de 2007.

A letra é sobre o Tratado de Lisboa. Acho eu.

Um dos meus álbuns de 2007: Candylion, Gruff Rhys.

d' A Covardia

Today you were far away
and I didn't ask you why
What could I say
I was far away
You just walked away
and I just watched you
What could I say

How close am I to losing you

Tonight you just close your eyes
and I just watch you
slip away

How close am I to losing you

Hey, are you awake
Yeah I'm right here
Well can I ask you about today

How close am I to losing you
How close am I to losing

About Today, The National

Espírito Natalício

Numa tentativa de dar continuidade ao espírito natalício do qual está imbuído este blog, deixo aqui o vídeo (ou antes, tentativa de vídeo) que gravei este sábado em Braga, no Theatro Circo, numa bela noite de inverno fresquinha. O espírito natalício encontrei-o depois de ver o Adolfo Luxúria Canibal a soltar notas roucas; foi no átrio quando me cruzei com o Avô Cantigas, o de carne e osso (que agora já temos versão electrónica).

Há pouco na R.U.M.

Nouvelle Vague @ Guimarães

PS- A qualidade das fotografias é fraquinha, porque foram tiradas por telemóvel. Em compensação, e como o blog se fez acompanhar de um profissional, fica aqui o vídeo para a minha música favorita da banda: http://isawforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/espetak-nouvelle-vague.html

Boa Música

Nouvelle Vague

Este sábado, em Guimarães. O blog marcará presença e promete registo fotográfico.