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

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

A estúpida procura da felicidade

Vídeo imperdível de uma palestra do psicólogo Dan Gilbert, de Harvard.

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.

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

O Curdistao iraquiano em fotos movimento

Belíssimo. A nao perder. Se possível, com as colunas a funcionar.

P.S.: também adorei o de Cuba.

P.S.2: quase chorei no "Friends for Life".

Um adeus a Rumsfeld

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.

This is the modern way

I feel pretty

Estou com uma congestao de tenis... Burp...

never lasts forever

"Flowers" de Emilie Simon

Preparem-se: Mr. sem papas na língua

Esta ligação leva-vos a um vídeo com George Galloway em Maio de 2005. Se quiserem continuar para Agosto de 2006, carreguem em "previous": terão George Galloway a ser entrevistado na Sky News sobre o actual conflito no Médio Oriente. A sério, preparem-se. Se forem extremistas para o lado pró-Israel ou pró-América, cuidado, perigo de síncope.

slowly TEARing

Moby Porcelain

In my dreams I'm dying all the time
As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to lie
So this is goodbye
This is goodbye

Tell the truth you never wanted me
Tell me

In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
As I wake I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind

Shot me down... do,do,down...dddo...down

Audio Bullys Feat & ...

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.

Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.

Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...

... & Nancy Sinatra

Quase Livre

Walk Away dos Franz Ferdinand

I sold my innocence for pride, crush the end within my stride
Said Im strong now I know that Im a leader
I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds a blackened tear
Oh, and I am cold, yes Im cold, but not as cold as you are
I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
I love the sound of you walking away, walking away, hey, hey

Why dont you walk away? Why dont you walk away?
Why dont you walk away? No buildings will fall down
Dont you walk away? No quake will split the ground
Dont you walk away? The sun won't swallow the sky
Dont you walk away? Statues will not cry
Dont you walk away? Why dont you walk away?
Why dont you walk away?
Why dont you walk away?

I cannot turn to see those eyes, as apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye
Oh, and Im not cold, I am old, at least as old as you are

And as you walk away, oh as you walk away
And as you walk away, my headstone crumbles down
As you walk away, the Hollywood winds will howl
As you walk away, the Kremlins falling
As you walk away, Radio 4 is static
As you walk away, oh, as you walk away
Oh, as you walk away, oh, as you walk away, hey

The stab of stilettos
On a silent night
Stalin smiles and Hitler laughs
Churchill claps Mao Tse-Tung on the back