Xavier Rudd

Eu adoro esta voz

Fiona Apple - Never is a promise
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Há melhor.


Monday morning wake up knowing that youve got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says its right out of the blue
Do you went to work in debenhams, because thats what they expect
Start in lingerie, and doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the velvet underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, youve got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teachers looking up your skirt

Youve been used, youre confused
Write a song, Ill sing along
Are you calm? settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
Youre on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that youve got to go to school
Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you?
Do you went to work in c&a, cause thats what they expect
Move to ladieswear and take a feel off joe the storeman

Tell veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
Shes got everything to gain cause shes a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
cause you cant afford a blazer and youre always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of english gets you, asks you, what the hell do you think youre doing?
Do you think youre better then the other kids? well get outside.
Youve got permission, but youve got to make the bastard think hes right.

"Expectations" por Belle & Sebastian

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

Da banda sonora do filme "Juno". "All I want is You", por Barry Louis Polisar

A ver o filme percebe-se melhor porque esta música é adorável.

life for rent

Há banda sonora para tudo

Quando tinha quatro anos I fell and bumped my head, o que levou a certos episódios com piada que ainda hoje por vezes se introduzem em sonhos e me fazem rir. Estava a explicar isto a uma pessoa que se interessa pelos meus sonhos, a bifurcar por meandros de significado, quando a pessoa se levantou e colocou esta música. Eu parti-me a rir e disse: "Há banda sonora para tudo!"

Quando a gente ama

Vou-te mandar uma música

Perdoa-me
ah, se eu pudesse, se eu tivesse podido
juro-te, teria dado significado aos teus sonhos
ao sol que me levaste a ver
a palavras e tristezas
se eu tivesse podido ser menos os outros
se eu tivesse podido ser eu melhor
se pudessemos renascer noutro mundo
se pudessemos escolher o que somos
se pudessemos juntar sem cicatrizes
se o amor fosse tao feroz quanto a vida
eu poderia ter-te amado.

Are we the last?

Gorillaz, Demon Days

Linoleum

Tweaker & David Sylvian

I like birds

I cant look at the rocket launch
The trophy wives of the astronauts
And I wont listen to their words
cause I like
Birds

I dont care for walkin downtown
Crazy auto-car gonna mow me down
Look at all the people like cows in a herd
Well, I like
Birds

If youre small and on a search
Ive got a feeder for you to perch on

I cant stand in line at the store
The mean little people are such a bore
But its alright if you act like a turd
cause I like
Birds

If youre small and on a search
Ive got a feeder for you to perch on
Ive got a feeder for you to perch on
If youre small and on a search
Ive got a feeder for you to perch on
Ive got a feeder for you to perch on


Eels, I like birds

Eu também gosto de pássaros.
;-)

Do melhor

Porque tive a imensa sorte de conhecer duas bandas absolutamente espectaculares, no Fabrik, a melhor das melhores espeluncas de concertos de Hamburgo, em Altona, o bairro mais inaço de Hamburgo:

Panthéon Rococó, o melhor ska do Hemisfério Norte.

Auktyon, o melhor som e o vocalista com a melhor voz do Hemisfério Norte.

Eu não sei criticar música, digo só e somente que me vai custar a esquecer duas noites memoráveis. Sei lá, se não conhecem, conheçam.

Prost!

:: displaced sadness ::

you in the dark you in the pain :: you on the run :: living a hell living your ghost :: living your end :: never seem to get in the place :: that i belong :: don't want to lose the time :: lose the time to come

whatever you say it's alright :: whatever you do it's all good :: whatever you say it's alright :: silence is not the way :: we need to talk about it :: if heaven is on the way

you in the sea on a decline :: breaking the waves :: watching the lights go down :: letting the cables sleep

silence is not the way :: we need to talk about it :: if heaven is on the way :: we'll wrap the world around it :: if heaven is on the way

i'm a stranger in this town :: i'm a stranger in this town

letting the cables sleep
do álbum The science of things
BUSH

Este é para os médicos:

O corpo humano é um conjunto de sistemas que se interligam para fazer um mecanismo maravilhoso. Quando era criança adorava programas sobre o corpo humano e empolgava-me pelas correntes de sangue, o bater do coração, a imagem de uma potente bomba em síncopes, a pele, o que nos diziam da imensidade da pele, as camadas, as defesas, os pêlos a empertigarem-se de medo ou frio, as íris a responder à luz, os mensageiros, os soldados, as sinapses, as lágrimas a limparem-nos os olhos. O corpo humano é belíssimo e é um prazer aprender sobre ele. Mas somos muito mais e esse mais vive-se todos os dias quando as lágrimas também nos limpam as tristezas, o coração bate de amor, o sangue corre de excitação, a pele treme de prazer, a boca beija, os olhos sorriem, as sinapses levam anseios, todos nós um mundo de emoções. Somos, cada um de nós únicos nisto. Todos nós um maravilhoso mundo que não merece ser reduzido ao mecanismo. Blood makes noise.

i walk alone

No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up



Wise Up de Aimee Mann no filme Magnólia.

it's a pretty big world god

Flower
dos Eels



turn the ugly light off god
wanna feel the night
everyday it shines down on me
don't you think that i see
don't you think that i see what it's all about

hard to look the other way
while the world passes me by
and everyone is trying to bum me out

it's a pretty big world god
and i am awful small
everyday they rain down on me
flower in a hailstorm
flower in a hailstorm
i'm living for the drought
i could throw it back at them
but then i play their game
everyone is trying to bum me out

when i came into this world they slapped me
and everyday since then i'm slapped again
tomorrow's king: an unsightly coward
you see, I know i'm gonna win

turn the ugly light off god
don't wanna see my face
everyday it will betray me
don't you think that i know
don't you think that i know what they're talking about
if they step on me tonight
they're gonna pay someday
everyone is trying to bum me out

O encanto do encantamento

fonte -> http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=391625847&size=l



Houve um ano da minha vida em que era fácil encantar-me. Acho que é um truque da memória, eu a olhar para trás e a ver as cores sobre a laguna, os cheiros da primavera a espalharem-se venenosamente a toda a volta. As voltas e contra-curvas que eu dava pelas salinas, os mosquitos e eu de joelhos a encantar-me com cada pequena coisa. Foi o ano em que eu nasci. Sinto saudades de mim.

Lembro-me tão bem das cores da luz, do jogo de sombras e dos cheiros. Aquela primavera corre-me pelas veias, se fechar os olhos sinto a chuva e o som dos pássaros entre a folhagem, tantos, eram tantos, mais que as folhas. Se fechar os olhos ouço o sino da igreja nas manhãs de domingo e eu a espreguiçar-me feliz enquanto o sol me brincava com as pestanas. Se fechar os olhos vejo o horizonte ao longe, longínquo a abrir o mundo. Sinto saudades de mim.

A madeira a queixar-se sob o meu andar e eu a jogar futebol com uma bola de papel e a mandar abaixo os vasos. Eramos tão velhos e tão novos e tão ridiculamente tontos. Eramos responsáveis e irresponsáveis e brincávamos com as perspectivas da independência. A vida estava ali, acabada de abrir. Aquela primavera sedimentou em mim, deixou marcas de água. Está algures.


lately i find myself
amazed at all around me
everything i see
like all of life's ablaze with light
that suddenly i see, only now i see
the wonder, the wonder of it all
wonder everywhere, more than we know
heaven's not up there, but on earth below
don't know if god exists
but there's some magic out there
so much we're not aware
and then sometimes suddenly i hear
a harmony sing, of each and everything
the wonder, the wonder of it all wonder everywhere, more than we know heaven's not up there, but on earth below

WONDER {LAMB}

(don't know if god exists, but there seems to be angels below)

Leben, lEben, LebEn, Liebe, liebE, und Soooooooooooooooonne

I

once I stood alone so proud
held myself above the crowd
now I am low on the ground.

from here I look around to see
what avenues belong to me
I can't tell what I've found.

now what would You have me do
I ask you please?
I wait to hear.

the mother and the matador,
the mystic; each were here before,
like me, to stare You down.

you appear without a face,
disappear, but leave your trace,
I feel your unseen frown.

now what would you have me do
I ask you please?
I wait to hear
your voice,
the word,
you say.
I wait to see your sign
would I
obey?

I look for you in heathered moor,
the desert, and the ocean floor
how low does one heart go.

looking for your fingerprints
I find them in coincidence,
and make my faith to grow.

forgive me all my blindnesses
my weakness and unkindnesses
as yet unbending still.

struggling so hard to see
my fist against eternity
and will you break my will?

now what would you have me do
I ask you please?
i wait to hear
your voice,
the word
you say
I wait
to see your sign
could I
obey?

Penitent by Suzanne Vega