today and tomorrow....

Bang!
Explosions in my head that just won't quit
A train is crashing through the wall around my heart
And left it only dead, obliterated.

Stop!
My breathing in the night when your not there
The silence ringing through my ears
And all I want to do is hear your voice
But you're not there

Drawn together
Pain is rushed through
Slight of hand, blink
We won't go up in smoke
Things colliding
Love undying

Chorus (2x):
Like the rising tide
Beating hearts grow but never die
To simplify
I'll stand by your side
Close my eyes
Hope will never die

[Instrumental Break]

Burn
Take away the pain of being me
Soothe my soul caress my heart
And end my fear of my bad memories
Eradicated

Pain
Like gunshots running against the silent night
My love was silent and these words
Were stronger than the rest, unstoppable
Unstoppable

Drawn together
Pain is rushed through
Slight of hand, blink
We won't go up in smoke
Things colliding
Love undying

Chorus (2x)

Die......

Drawn together
Pain is rushed through
Slight of hand, blink
We won't go up in smoke
Things colliding
Love undying

Chorus (2x)

Die......

Yeah!!!

Nightwish - Bye bye beautiful

Finally the hills are without eyes
They are tired of painting a dead man's face
red with their own blood

They used to love having so much to lose
Blink your eyes just once and see everything in ruins

[Chorus:]
Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don't you see?
You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting

Bye bye, beautiful

Jacob`s ghost for the girl in white
Blindfold for the blind
Dead Siblings walking the dying Earth

Noose around a choking heart
Eternity torn apart
Slow toll now the funeral bells

"I need to die to feel alive"

[Chorus]

Bye bye, beautiful

It's not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I`ll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

How blind can you be, don't you see?
That the gambler lost all he does not have...

[Chorus]

Bye bye, beautiful

Scorpions in Love

Baby I’m sorry, I’ve got to go. Maybe i’ll write you: I probably won’t. You brought such misery into my life! Yoy’re lucky I don’t carry a knife. Baby I love you but i’ve got to go. Maybe I’ll miss you: I don’t think so! Maybe I’m lucky to be alive. Oh, what a stupid thing to remember! You put poison in my soup, you put devils in my dreams, hid your snakes in all my sockets, raised your spiders in my pockets, and you brought home for my birthday a venereal disease... give me love, give me love, oh please?! You said: “Baby let’s get married!”. You said: “Baby let’s get lost!”. I said: “Honey! I don’t mean maybe!”. You said: “Maybe, maybe, maybe. Perhaps! I don’t know... can it be? Is it so?”. Well, nevermind, I’ve got to go. If you think of what I’m thinking and I think you’re thinking of what did happen to our precious dreams... well, the dreams were not enough! Looking back now that I’m sober, this conclusion’s not absurd: baby, we were scorpions in love!

Letra de JP Simões, Belle Chase Hotel.
Fotografia de Pedro Cláudio.

Reality is out there

No seguimento desta experiência, aqui está um bom post.

"(...) A experiência proposta pelo Washington Post mostra, definitivamente, que as pessoas não se emocionam com a grande arte, mas com a pompa que a envolve. De tempos em tempos, temos notícia que foi encontrado um quadro em algum antiquário, avaliado em quatro ou cinco dólares. Surge então um expert e atesta que o quadro é de um algum Van Gogh da vida. Imediatamente sua cotação sobe para milhões de dólares. A pergunta se impõe: o valor residiria no quadro ou na assinatura de quem o pintou? Cultuamos o belo? Ou a griffe?"

Via O Insurgente.

If a great musician plays great music but no one hears... was he really good?

"(...) On that Friday in January, those private questions would be answered in an unusually public way. No one knew it, but the fiddler standing against a bare wall outside the Metro in an indoor arcade at the top of the escalators was one of the finest classical musicians in the world, playing some of the most elegant music ever written on one of the most valuable violins ever made. His performance was arranged by The Washington Post as an experiment in context, perception and priorities -- as well as an unblinking assessment of public taste: In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?

(...) "When you play for ticket-holders," Bell explains, "you are already validated. I have no sense that I need to be accepted. I'm already accepted. Here, there was this thought: What if they don't like me? What if they resent my presence . . ."

(...) J.T. Tillman was in that line. A computer specialist for the Department of Housing and Urban Development, he remembers every single number he played that day -- 10 of them, $2 apiece, for a total of $20. He doesn't recall what the violinist was playing, though. He says it sounded like generic classical music, the kind the ship's band was playing in "Titanic," before the iceberg.

"I didn't think nothing of it," Tillman says, "just a guy trying to make a couple of bucks." Tillman would have given him one or two, he said, but he spent all his cash on lotto.
When he is told that he stiffed one of the best musicians in the world, he laughs.
"Is he ever going to play around here again?"
"Yeah, but you're going to have to pay a lot to hear him."
"Damn."
Tillman didn't win the lottery, either. (...)"

Complete article in the Washington Post.
Discovered here.

para todo mal Mezcal y para todo bien tambien

Recommended.

Coimbra, 14/07/2006

(Forgive me the non-official picture but I couldn't resist to take it.)

À falta de Queima...

Boa Queima... ;)

«Apontamento»

A minha alma partiu-se como um vaso vazio.
Caiu pela escada excessivamente abaixo.
Caiu das mãos da criada descuidada.
Caiu, fez-se em mais pedaços do que havia loiça no vaso.

Asneira? Impossível? Sei lá!
Tenho mais sensações do que tinha quando me sentia eu.
Sou um espalhamento de cacos sobre um capacho por sacudir.

Fiz barulho na queda como um vaso que se partia.
Os deuses que há debruçam-se do parapeito da escada.
E fitam os cacos que a criada deles fez de mim.

Não se zanguem com ela.
São tolerantes com ela.
O que era eu um vaso vazio?

Olham os cacos absurdamente conscientes,
Mas conscientes de si mesmos, não conscientes deles.

Olham e sorriem.
Sorriem tolerantes à criada involuntária.

Alastra a grande escadaria atapetada de estrelas.
Um caco brilha, virado do exterior lustroso, entre os astros.
A minha obra? A minha alma principal? A minha vida?
Um caco.
E os deuses olham-o especialmente, pois não sabem por que ficou ali.

Poema de Fernando Pessoa (Álvaro de Campos),
cantado por Margarida Pinto.

Strange weather

Will you take me across the Channel,
London Bridge is falling down.
Strange a woman tries to save her
more than a man will try to drown
And it's the rain that they predicted
Its the forecast every time.
The rose has died because you picked it
And I believe that brandy's mine.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

The world is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town.
And a love like ours, my dear,

Is best measured when its down.
And I never buy umbrellas,
For there's always one around.

And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

And you know that its beginning,
And you know that its the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

by Tom Waits (for Marianne Faithful)

All my life

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost

Come down don't you resist
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my grip
Will I find something in that
To give me just what I need
Another reason to bleed
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve

Never, don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

Will I find a believer
Another one who believes
Another one to deceive
Over and over down on my knees
If I get any closer
And if you open up wide
And if you let me inside
On and on I've got nothing to hide
On and on I've got nothing to hide

Never, don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost

And I'm done, done and I'm onto the next one

Never, don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down

Done done and i'm onto the next one
Done I'm done and I'm onto the next

Foo Fighters

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)

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
Kill Bill BSO

Love me two times

Love me two times, baby
Love me twice today
Love me two times, girl
I’m goin’ away
Love me two times, girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times
I’m goin’ away

Love me one time
I could not speak
Love me one time
Yeah, my knees got weak
But love me two times, girl
Last me all through the week
Love me two times
I’m goin’ away
Love me two times
I’m goin’ away

Oh, yes

Love me one time
I could not speak
Love me one time, baby
Yeah, my knees got weak
But love me two times, girl
Last me all through the week
Love me two times
I’m goin’ away

Love me two times, babe
Love me twice today
Love me two times, babe
’cause I’m goin’ away
Love me two time, girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times
I’m goin’ away
Love me two times
I’m goin’ away
Love me two times
I’m goin’ away

Doors

«This song is about that feeling you get in your stomach when you look across a crowded room and you feel hopefully in love»*

Coming up beyond belief
On this coronary feif
More than just a leitmotif
More chaotic, no relief

I'll describe the way I feel
Weeping wounds that never heal
Can the savior be for real?
Or are you just my seventh seal?

No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever wanna crash
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Now you're back and don't demand
I'm on sinking sand

Gravity, no escaping
Gravity
Gravity
No escaping
Not for free
I fall down
Hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time
You seem to come around

I'll describe the way I feel
You're my new Achille's heel

Can the savior be for real?
Or are you just my seventh seal?

No hesitation
No delay
You come on just like special K
Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever want to crash
No hesitation
No delay
You come on just like special K
Now you're back and don't demand
I'm on sinking sand

Gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity
No escaping
Not for free
I fall down
Hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time
You seem to come around

No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity X4

Placebo - Special K

* in Cabaret of Desire

U2 no Alvalade XXI

«Foi neste inteligente jogo de propostas entre a exposição de canções e as frequentes manifestações de discurso político e social que se viveu a noite de encerramento da etapa europeia da Vertigo Tour. Tudo isto moldado num espectáculo que, mesmo visualmente menos esmagador que as anteriores digressões Zooropa e Pop Mart (que nos visitaram, respectivamente em 1993 e 1997), não deixou de ser projecção do reconhecido profissionalismo performativo dos U2, num espaço que de facto privilegiou a música mas em nada deixou secundarizar a gestão da imagem. E que imagem, num palco onde tanto se reflectiam jogos de luz como se projectavam imagens vídeo, com duas plataformas lançadas plateia dentro, que asseguraram livre deslocação dos quatro elementos da banda no grande espaço disponível, quebrando, tanto quanto possível, a distância entre quem via e quem era visto.»

Fonte: Diário de Notícias.

High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here

A corner of your lips
Is the orbit of your hips
Eclipse
You elevate my soul

I've got no self control
Been living like a mole now
Going down, excavation
Higher now, in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

A star
Lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you can educate my mind

Explain all these controls
Can't sing but I've got soul
The goal is elevation

A mole
Digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation

Higher now
In the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

Love
Lift me out of these blues
Won't you tell me something true
I believe in you

A mole
Digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation

Higher now
In the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

Elevation
Elevation
Elevation
Elevation

Em jeito de despedida...

Keep your eyes on the road,
your hands upon the wheel
we're goin' to the Roadhouse
We're gonna have a real
back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long
Ashen lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now
Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long

The Doors - Roadhouse Blues

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise
that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise
that you made?
Now, I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain
I?m gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky
for you and I
Come on, come on, come on, come on

The Doors - Touch Me

Coldplay ao vivo em Lisboa

«Os britânicos Coldplay regressam ao nosso país no próximo dia 23 de Novembro, para um concerto ao vivo no Pavilhão Atlântico. X & Y é o título do mais recente álbum de originais editado pela banda e é também o mote de uma digressão mundial que já tem data agendada para Lisboa, divugada pelo site oficial do grupo (www.coldplay.com). Os Coldplay estiveram pela última vez em Portugal em 2003 (também no Pavilhão Atlântico), na altura a apresentar o álbum A Rush Of Blood To The Head. Também de acordo com o site oficial do grupo, os bilhetes para este concerto serão colocados à venda no dia 8 de Agosto, a partir das 10.00. O álbum Parachutes, editado em 2000, marcou a estreia dos Coldplay. Temas como Yellow e Trouble revelaram-se singles de grande sucesso. O mesmo aconteceu com as edições seguintes, sobretudo ao segundo álbum. Clocks, The Scientist ou In My Place fizeram dos Coldplay uma das bandas mais referenciadas da pop actual.»

Fonte: Diário de Notícias.

E eu não vou estar cá...

The Doors - Light my fire

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, you couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
time to set the night on fire

The time to hesitate is through
theres no time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

Yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Yeah You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I were to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire

Pink Floyd at Live 8

Vídeos: Wish You Were Here/Comfortably Numb/Money/Breathe.

Nota: para ver os vídeos é necessário fazer o download de um programa (AOL Music) e visualizar uma promoção da AOL de 15 segundos, mas vale a pena.

Via: Afixe.

TMN aproveita Sudoeste para concretizar acções ambientais

«A TMN vai aproveitar o Festival Sudoeste para sensibilizar todos os participantes para a importância dos gestos de cada um na preservação do ambiente. Pela primeira vez serão instalados ecopontos na herdade da Casa Branca, onde se poderão separar os resíduos. Paralelamente, através de promoções, jogos e actividades no local, serão premiados aqueles que contribuírem para que o festival tenha um ambiente melhor. Exemplo disso é a possibilidade de plantar um pinheiro na zona sul da herdade. Cada pinheiro será baptizado para que, nas próximas edições do festival, o seu crescimento possa ser acompanhado por quem o plantou. O Festival Sudoeste realiza-se na Zambujeira do Mar entre 4 e 7 de Agosto. O passe de quatro dias custa 65 euros (com parque de campismo e estacionamento incluídos) e o bilhete para um dia custa 35 euros.»

Fonte: Meios & Publicidade.