6.10.08
5.10.08
Hóros(com os)copos
Se nem tudo corre como tinha planeado, não se martirize com a questão. Não dá, não dá! Seja prático/a, mude de rota e procure outra direcção. Avalie com isenção todas as questões pendentes.
ou da teimosia
ou da teimosia
Ramblin Man
I can settle down
And be doing just fine
Till I hear an old freight
Going down the line
Then I hurry straight
Home and pack
And if I didn’t go
I believe I’d blow my stack
I love you baby
But you must understand
When the Lord made me
He made a ramblin' man
Some folks may say (Got my loving arms to keep you warm)
That I’m no good (In the kitchen cooking up a storm)
That I wouldn’t settle (If uncle tells me stay away from you)
Down if I could (That is something I could never do)
But when that open road (You're my baby, you're my loving man)
Starts calling me (When you're in trouble, do the best you can)
There's something over the hill (I'm naked daddy just for you)
That I’ve gotta see (Force of nature and you're coming through)
Sometimes it's hard (Loving you, going hot and cold)
But you gotta understand (Loving you, getting good and soaked)
When the Lord made me (How I know you hate to see me cry)
He made a ramblin' man (Happens every time I say goodbye)
I love to see (What's the use, you poor seductive man)
The towns passing by (Don’t get feelings and you'll understand)
And to ride these rails (Lying on somebody just like me)
'Neath God's blue skies (Got you dancing to my melody)
Let me travel this land (God knows how I need your loving arms)
From the mountains to the sea (If you lose me baby, telephone)
Cause that's the life (Try to pieces, stay away from harm)
I believe He meant for me (You're my baby though you do me wrong)
And when I’m gone (Love your nature, though I walk the line)
And at my grave you stand (Loving dreams, you're just a waste of time)
Just say God's called (Baby please don’t stay away too long)
Home his ramblin' man (Fire's burning for when you get home)
Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan
4.10.08
Maybe not
There’s a dream that I see, I pray it can be
Look cross the land, shake this land
A wish or a command
I Dream that I see, don’t kill it, it’s free
You’re just a man, you get what you can
We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We can all be free
Maybe not in words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind
Listen to me, don’t walk that street
There’s always an end to it
Come and be free, you know who I am
We’re just living people
We won’t have a thing
So we’ve got nothing to lose
We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind
You’ve got to choose a wish or command
At the turn of the tide, is withering thee
Remember one thing, the dream you can see
Pray to be, shake this land
We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We won’t have a thing
So we’ve got nothing to lose
We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind
But with your mind
Cat Power
3.10.08
1 2 3 4
one, two, three, four,
tell me that you love me more.
sleepless, long nights.
Old teenage hopes are alive at your door
Left you with nothing but they want some more
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.
sweetheart, bitter heart,
now i can't tell you apart.
cozy and cold,
put the horse before the cart.
Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up to one little lie
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.
one, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten.
money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
one, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten.
money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.
oh, oh, oh,
you're changing your heart.
oh, oh, oh,
you know who you are.
who you are
For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart
For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart
Feist
I feel it all
I feel it all I feel it all
I feel it all I feel it all
The wings are wide the wings are wide
Wild card inside wild card inside
Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun
I know more than I knew before
I know more than I knew before
I didn't rest I didn't stop
Did we fight or did we talk
Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun
I love you more
I love you more
I don't know what I knew before
But now I know I wanna win the war
No one likes to take a test
Sometimes you know more is less
Put your weight against the door
Kick drum on the basement floor
Stranded in a fog of words
Loved him like a winter bird
On my head the water pours
Gulf stream through the open door
Fly away
Fly away to what you want to make
I feel it all, I feel it all
I feel it all I feel it all
The wings are wide, the wings are wide
Wild card inside, wild card inside
Oh I'll be the one to break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll end it thought you started it
The truth lies
The truth lied
And lies divide
Lies divide
Feist
2.10.08
ao contrário
Marta Freitas, esferográfica sobre moleskine 02-10-2008Apaixonar-se é criar uma religião cujo Deus é falível.
in Nove Ensaios Dantescos , Jorge Luis Borges
do barro da memória
Marta Freitas, esferográfica sobre moleskine, 2-10-2008Ao entardecer, as coisas mais próximas já se afastam dos nossos olhos, assim como o mundo visível se afastou dos meus olhos, se calhar definitivamente. (...) Todas as coisas nos vão deixando. A velhice tem de ser a suprema solidão, salvo que a suprema solidão é a morte.
in Sete Noites, Jorge Luis Borges
A quoi ça sert l'amour?
A quoi ca sert, l’amour ?
On raconte toujours
Des histoires insensées
A quoi ça sert d’aimer ?
L’amour ne s’explique pas !
C’est une chose comme ça !
Qui vient on ne sait d’où
Et vous prend tout à coup.
Moi, j’ai entendu dire
Que l’amour fait souffrir,
Que l’amour fait pleurer,
A quoi ça sert d’aimer ?
L’amour, ça sert à quoi ?
A nous donner d’la joie
Avec des larmes aux yeux…
C’est triste et merveilleux !
Pourtant on dit souvent
Que l’amour est décevant
Qu’il y a un sur deux
Qui n’est jamais heureux…
Meme quand on l’a perdu
L’amour qu’on a connu
Vous laisse un gout de miel -
L’amour c’est éternel !
Tout ça c’est très joli,
Mais quand tout est fini
Il ne vous reste rien
Qu’un immense chagrin…
Tout ce qui maintenant
Te semble déchirant
Demain, sera pour toi
Un souvenir de joie !
En somme, si j’ai compris,
Sans amour dans la vie,
Sans ses joies, ses chagrins,
On a vécu pour rien ?
Mais oui! Regarde-moi !
A chaque fois j’y crois !
Et j’y croirait toujours…
Ça sert à ça l’amour !
Mais toi, tu es le dernier !
Mais toi’ tu es le premier !
Avant toi y avait rien
Avec toi je suis bien !
C’est toi que je voulais !
C’est toi qu’il me fallait !
Toi que j’aimerais toujours…
Ça sert à ça l’amour !
Edith Piaf
1.10.08
some little steps are bigger than others
The ghost of Vermeer of delft, which can be used as a table Salvador Dalí
Goin' by the book
You can see it in the movies and the paper and the TV news
Somebody's army is always on the move
There's gonna be a battle the lines have been drawn
They've got guns and tanks and planes
The wells are gone dry and the water is bad and the air is acid rain
There's war after war and rumors of war from the East
There's a rumblin' in the ground and they're talkin' about the beast
Good mothers cry cause the rivers run high
With the blood of too many sons
Some people say peace is on the way
But the worst is still to come
Cause the prophets wrote about it
And Jesus spoke about it
And John got to take a look
And he told us what he saw when it's easy to see
It's goin' by the book
It's goin' by the book
There's armies in the cities and the missiles stand ready for flight
A pale horse rides like the wind across the night
And that rumblin' in the desert like thunder gettin' closer
And the trumpet's gettin' ready to blow
There's gonna be a shout that will wake the dead we better be ready to go
Cause the prophets wrote about it
And Jesus spoke about it
And John got to take a look
And he told us what he saw when it's easy to see
It's goin' by the book
It's goin' by the book
It's goin' by the book
Goin' by the book
Non !Je ne regrette rien
Non ! Rien de rien
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal tout ça m'est bien égal !
Non ! Rien de rien
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
C'est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé !
Avec mes souvenirs
J'ai allumé le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux !
Balayées les amours
Et tous leurs trémolos
Balayés pour toujours
Je repars à zéro
Non ! Rien de rien
Non !Je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal tout ça m'est bien égal !
Non ! Rien de rien
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
Car ma vie, car mes joies
Aujourd'hui, ça commence avec toi
30.9.08
29.9.08
Trocar o disco
Trocar o disco! Faço isso todos os dias, o problema é que existe um que está todo riscado e ficou encravado na aparelhagem.
conversa no msn
conversa no msn
28.9.08
Drowning in the way out
Marta Freitas, lápis de cor, grafite e esferográfica sobre papel vegetal, Projecto III (5º ano)
Searching the way out
Marta Freitas, lápis de cor, grafite e esferográfica sobre papel vegetal, projecto III (5º ano)
27.9.08
ar estagnado
Anos antes- há quanto tempo? sete anos, talvez - sonhara que caminhava numa sala completamente às escuras, e alguém, sentado ali ao lado, tinha-lhe dito à sua passagem: "Havemos de nos encontrar no lugar onde não há trevas". Dito muito calmamente, quase como se nada fosse- uma afirmação, não uma ordem. Ele continuara a andar sem se deter. O curioso é que no sonho, as palavras não o tinham impressionado muito. Só mais tarde, e gradualmente, pareceram ganhar relevância. (...) só sabia que de qualquer modo viria a acontecer.
in "Mil Novecentos e Oitenta e Quatro", George Orwell
in "Mil Novecentos e Oitenta e Quatro", George Orwell
habitar-se
Marta Freitas, modelo em pasta de modelar branca, 1999, para trabalho de arquitectura I, "O Abrigo
These Boots Are made For Walking
You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
What's right is right but you ain't been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
LEADBREAK
You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt (HAH)
Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
SPOKEN
Are you ready, boots?
Start walkin'
Nancy Sinatra
24.9.08
The Letter
Put the pen
To the paper
Press the envelope
With my scent
Can't you see
In my handwriting
The curve Of my g?
The longing
Oh
Who is left that
Writes these days?
You and me
We'll be different
Take the cap
Off your pen
Wet the envelope
Lick and lick it
Oh
I need you
The time is running out
Oh baby
Can't you hear me call?
It turns me on
To imagine
Your blue eyes
On my words
Your beautiful pen
Take the cap off
Give me a sign and I'd come running
Oh
It's you
I want you
PJ Harvey
Sheela Na Gig
Ive been trying to show you over and over
Look at these my child-bearing hips
Look at these my ruby red ruby lips
Look at these my work strong arms and
Youve got to see my bottle full of charm
I lay it all at your feet
You turn around and say back to me
He said Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gigYou exhibitionist
Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time he said he didnt care
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Turn the corner another one there
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before
He said
Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Put money in your idle hole
Put money in your idle hole
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time he said he didnt care
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Gonna take my hips to a man who cares
Turn the corner another one there
Gonna take my hips to a man who cares
Heard it before
He said
Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Put money in your idle hole
Put money in your idle hole
He said wash your breasts, I dont want to be unclean
He said please take those dirty pillows away from me
He said wash your breasts, I dont want to be unclean
He said please take those dirty pillows away from me
He said wash your breasts, I dont want to be unclean
He said please take those dirty pillows away from me
He said wash your breasts, I dont want to be unclean
He said please take those dirty pillows away from me
PJ Harvey
Dress
Put on that dress
I'm going out dancing
Starting off red
Clean and sparkling he'll see me
Music playing make it dreamy for dancing
Must be a way that i can dress to please him
It's hard to walk in the dress, it's not easy
I'm spilling over like a heavy loaded fruit tree
If you put it on
If you put it on
If you put it on
If you put it on
It's sad to see
Lonely all this lonely
Close up my eyes
Dreamy dreamy music make it be alright
Music play make it good for romacing
Must be a way I can dress to please him
Swing and sway everything'll alright
But it's feeling so damn tight tonight
If you put it on
If you put it on
If you put it on
If you put it on
"You purdy thang,"
My man says, "But I bought you beautiful dresses."
"You purdy thang,"
My man says, "But I bought you beautiful dresses."
Filthy tight, the dress is filthy
I'm falling flat and my arms are empty
Clear the way better get it out of this room
A falling woman in dancing costume
If you put it on
If you put it on
If you put it on
If you put it on
If you put it on
If you put it on
If you put it on
If you put it on
PJ Harvey
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