O que muda

Estamos sentados num restaurante ranhoso na China Town. Vêm os biscoitos com os papelinhos com que se brinca ao destino. O meu chateia-me, algo sobre o meu futuro ser ilimitado e eu que sempre me senti perdida, que me procuro desde há muito, não gosto. Ele diz-me que é positivo. O dele é sobre a beleza de uma vida a dois. Eu sorrio com o despropósito. Enquanto ele vai falando eu saboreio o não o amar mais. Brinco com um vistoso gancho do cabelo. É tão diferente de quem eu sou que ele sabe que foi um presente. Ele pergunta. Da minha resposta ele tira a pergunta: porque não me envolvi? A minha pergunta é contrária. Porque me envolveria? O sentido das perguntas foi o que nos uniu e separou. Pouco mudou, mas o que mudou foi essencial: já não me interessa. Já nem é preciso que ele assuma que me fez sofrer. Acabou. I'm weightless.




Reach me come closer running back home

Tell me your sorrow now that I've gone

How much you need me now I've let go

Tell me like always how you are lost


Watch me I'm weightless though I'm in the ground

See me I'm flying no longer around

My boomerang my boomerang


I discovered how the land lies

How you can't walk over mine

Won't you uncover all you hide

Till then your strength is mine


Watch me I'm weightless

Boomerang dos Cirrus

Deriva

Everything is open
Nothing is set in stone
Rivers turn to ocean
Oceans tide you home
Home is where the heart is
But your heart had to roam
Drifting over bridges
Never to return
Watching bridges burn
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces pieces pieces
Just driftwood hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you bind you grind you
Nobody is an island
Everyone has to go
Pillars turn to butter
Butterflying low
Low is where your heart is
But your heart has to grow
Drifting under bridges
Never with the flow
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long long time
Everywhere theres trouble
Nowheres safe to go
Pushes turn to shovels
Shoveling the snow
Frozen you have chosen
The path you wish to go
Drifting now forever
And forever more
Until you reach your shore
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces pieces pieces
Just driftwood hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you bind you grind you
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long long time
You've been drifting for a long long time
You've been drifting for a long long
Drifting for a long long time

Driftwood dos Travis, álbum The Man Who

the fleeting intense moment of being stupid

Ah, estes dois...

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds AND PJ Harvey

Like An Angel Passing Through My Room
dos Abba

Long awaited darkness falls
casting shadows on the walls
in the twilight hour
I am alone
sitting near the fireplace
dying embers warm my face
in this peaceful solitude
all the outside world subdued
everything comes back
to me again
in the gloom
like an angel passing through my room

Half awake and half in dreams
seeing long forgotten scenes
so the present runs
into the past
now and then become entwined
playing games within my mind
like the embers as they die
love was one prolonged good-bye
and it all comes
back to me tonight
in the gloom
like an angel passing through my room

I close my eyes
and my twilight
images go by
all too soon
like an angel passing through my room

Nao encontrei a música para aqui por, mas hoje é assim.

I never came

Sour Times

My state of mind

The sound, not the lyrics.

fodinha

A vida é uma viagem que aceito sem condiçoes

Capitão Romance
Ornatos Violeta

Não vou procurar quem espero
Se o que eu quero é navegar
Pelo tamanho das ondas
Conto não voltar
Parto rumo à primavera
Que em meu fundo se escondeu
Esqueço tudo do que eu sou capaz
Hoje o mar sou eu
Esperam-me ondas que persistem
Nunca param de bater
Esperam-me homens que desistem
Antes de morrer
Por querer mais do que a vida
Sou a sombra do que eu sou
E ao fim não toquei em nada
Do que em mim tocou

Eu vi
Mas não agarrei

Parto rumo à maravilha
Rumo à dor que houver pra vir
Se eu encontrar uma ilha
Paro pra sentir
E dar sentido à viagem
Pra sentir que eu sou capaz
Se o meu peito diz coragem
Volto a partir em paz

Eu vi
Mas não agarrei

Isto dá pra resoluçao do ano 2007...

Devil May Care, Diana Krall

No cares for me
I'm happy as I can be
I learn to love and to live
Devil may care

No cares and woes
Whatever comes later goes
That's how I'll take and I'll give
Devil may care

When the day is through, I suffer no regrets
I know that he who frets, loses the night
For only a fool, thinks he can hold back the dawn
He was wise to never tries to revise what's past and gone

Live love today, love come tomorrow or May
Don't even stop for a sigh, it doesn't help if you cry
That's how I live and I'll die
Devil may care

Entao um bom 2007 pró pessoal

honey, moby {not the whale}

p.s.: agora pergunta um: o que é que este vídeo tem a ver com passagens de ano? Este vídeo é o meu 2006 e boom! venha o novo. Eu hoje tou tao fixe que explico estas coisas.

uto pia

gold frapp

There’s a beauty here I cannot deny

Orpheus de David Sylvian

Standing firm on this stoney ground
The wind blows hard
Pulls these clothes around
I harbour all the same worries as most
The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost
I wrestle with an outlook on life
That shifts between darkness and shadowy light
I struggle with words for fear that they’ll hear
But Orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world

Sunlight falls, my wings open wide
There’s a beauty here I cannot deny
And bottles that tumble and crash on the stairs
Are just so many people I knew never cared
Down below on the wreck on the ship
Are a stronghold of pleasures I couldn’t regret
But the baggage is swallowed up by the tide
As Orpheus keeps to his promise and stays by my side

Tell me, I’ve still a lot to learn
Understand, these fires never stop
Believe me, when this joke is tired of laughing
I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing

Sleepers sleep as we row the boat
Just you the weather and I gave up hope
But all of the hurdles that fell in our laps
Were fuel for the fire and straw for our backs
Still the voices have stories to tell
Of the power struggles in heaven and hell
But we feel secure against such mighty dreams
As Orpheus sings of the promise tomorrow may bring

Tell me, I’ve still a lot to learn
Understand, these fires never stop
Please believe me, when this joke is tired of laughing
I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing

maybe sometime sooner or later

foto

Not ready yet
Eels



there's a world outside
and i know 'cause i've heard talk
in my sweetest dream
i would go out for a walk

but i don't think i'm ready yet
i'm not feeling up to it now
just not that steady yet
and i don't need you telling me how

there's some happiness
and my stone face cracks again
maybe sometime sooner or later

but i don't think i'm ready yet
i'm not feeling up to it now
just not that steady yet
and i don't need you telling me how

so if i leave my room
don't you tell me to lighten up
maybe sometime sooner or later

but i don't think i'm ready yet
i'm not feeling up to it now
just not that steady yet
and i don't need you telling me how

Nao me chegavam os vícios que tenho!

Oh, José Bandeira, fe-la bonita! Eu agora é só no seu blogue no Lakmé, no Lakmé.

Lakmé na India moderna

Siddharth, an Indian-born engineer, raised and living in the U.S. arrives in Varanasi to work on the Ganga Cleaning Project. Cynical and contemptuous of things Indian and every inch a westerner, he is nevertheless attracted to the mysterious and elusive Bharati.

Orphaned at an early age and raised by the Domraja, king of Varanasi's cremation grounds, Bharati's appeal for Siddharth is instantaneous. He feels her presence everywhere but is unable to get close to her and know her. Domraja, Bharati's foster father, patriarchal and over-protective, also hinders the development of proximity between the two youngsters.

For Siddharth, the process of falling in love with Bharati is one of inner transformation. Through her, he falls in love with India, the traditional and the modern; India where all the centuries seem to coexist together in time, yet one that is constantly changing and evolving; an India enthusiastically embracing the latest the world has to offer, but without losing its cherished ancient values, India where organised disorder seems to be celebrated.

As Bharati introduces him to the wonder of India, Siddharth who had come to cleanse the Ganga of its pollution, ends up discovering himself and the meaning of love.

Bharati awakens in Siddharth a yearning to connect with his own roots. Siddharth's is a powerful story of homecoming and likely to strike an emotional chord across the world, in all cultures.

O José Bandeira tem o original do maravilhoso e trespassado trecho "Dueto das Flores", da ópera Lakmé, a história do amor trágico da filha do Bramane pelo oficial ingles (gostos nao se discutem).

Hoje, numa história de amor, o amor do herói é a redescoberta das origens (a rapariga é para disfarçar), nao há tragédia (umas chatices a resolver pelo melhor) e fazem-se trabalhos de despoluiçao (como ambientalista isto, sem dúvida, comove-me).

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Esta é uma quimera:

I'm Going To Stop Pretending That I Didn't Break Your Heart

EEls, do Album Blinking Lights and Other Revelations

I've seen what I was - I know what I'll be

"I've Seen It All", Bjork e Thom Yorke

I've seen it all, I have seen the trees,
I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze
I've seen a man killed by his best friend,
And lives that were over before they were spent.
I've seen what I was - I know what I'll be
I've seen it all - there is no more to see!

You haven't seen elephants, kings or Peru!
I'm happy to say I had better to do
What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall?
All walls are great, if the roof doesn't fall!

And the man you will marry?
The home you will share?
To be honest, I really don't care...

You've never been to Niagara Falls?
I have seen water, its water, that's all...
The Eiffel Tower, the Empire State?
My pulse was as high on my very first date!
Your grandson's hand as he plays with your hair?
To be honest, I really don't care...

I've seen it all, I've seen the dark
I've seen the brightness in one little spark.
I've seen what I chose and I've seen what I need,
And that is enough, to want more would be greed.
I've seen what I was and I know what I'll be
I've seen it all - there is no more to see!

You've seen it all and all you have seen
You can always review on your own little screen
The light and the dark, the big and the small
Just keep in mind - you need no more at all
You've seen what you were and know what you'll be
You've seen it all - there is no more to see!

Oh, je sombre

Fleur de Saison de Emilie Simon

Album: Végétal


Dès les premières luers
Je sombre
Il me paraît bien loin l'été
Je ne l'ai pas oublié
Mais j'ai perdu la raison
Et le temps peut bien s'arrêter
Peut bien me confisquer
Toute notion des saisons
Dès les premières lueurs d'octobre
En tout bien tout honneur
Je sombre
Je sens comme un odeur de lys
Mes muscles se raidissent
Et j'attends la floraison
Mais qu'a-t-il pu bien arriver
Entre septembre et mai
j'en ai oublié mon nom

Dès les premières lueurs d'octobre
en tout bien tout honneur
Je sombre

Oh le temps a tourné je compte les pousses
des autres fleurs de saison
Je ne sortirai pas encore de la mousse,
pas plus qu'une autre fleur de saison

Il me paraît bien loin l'été
Mes feuilles desséchées
Ne font plus la connexion
Mais qu'a-t-il pu bien arriver
Entre septembre et mai
Je ne fais plus la distinction

Dès les premières lueurs d'octobre
En tout bien tout honneur
Je sombre

Oh le temps a tourné je compte les pousses
des autres fleurs de saison
Je ne sortirai pas encore de la mousse,
pas plus qu'une autre fleur de saison.