(…) Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Hear my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could

And so long to devotion
It taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye, wish me well (…)

Durante estes anos todos só fizeram umas 10 musicas de jeito, vejo bandas em menos tempo a fazer melhores coisas. Vi um concerto dos Xutos do principio ao fim e o segundo concerto (após um ano) já não consegui ver tudo devido a ser uma copia do ano anterior, sem nada de novo e sempre com o lenço vermelho. Mas aqui fica o novo video clip do single Quem é Quem para comemorar os 30 anos de carreira.

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Se tivesse nascido mulher os meus pais chamar-me-iam Alice.

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(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan)

It’s dreamy weather we’re on
You waved your crooked wand
Along an icy pond with a frozen moon
A murder of silhouette crows I saw
And the tears on my face
And the skates on the pond
They spell Alice

I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea
There’s a wreck of a ship
Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide
And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby all I can think of is Alice

Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I’m dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I’m lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I’m dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I’m lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice
There’s only Alice

O hoje; o acordar antes das 7h; mergulhar na pista 4; ver o metro passar porque me recusei a apressar o passo; o choro da criança que viaja na mesma carruagem; o vento nas ventas; a subída da rua mítica da cidade; o bom dia a quem segura a entrada seguido do bom dia a quem secretaria a empresa dois lanços de escadas acima; o bom dia geral ao chegar ao computador que espera ser ligado; o pequeno-almoço a três ou quatro; o almoço de seis a dez; o lanche igual ao pequeno almoço; as chiclets ice ou fire de canela; o silêncio; descida ao som dum qualquer artista sorteado no leitor; a abstração do local e das pessoas; o irc; o jabber; a falta de jantar; o re-encontro da metade que faltava; a despedida; o vazio; o jogo; o sono; o amanhã; o hoje.

Cotidiano

Chico Buarque
1971

Todo dia ela faz tudo sempre igual
Me sacode às seis horas da manhã
Me sorri um sorriso pontual
E me beija com a boca de hortelã

Todo dia ela diz que é pra eu me cuidar
E essas coisas que diz toda mulher
Diz que está me esperando pro jantar
E me beija com a boca de café

Todo dia eu só penso em poder parar
Meio-dia eu só penso em dizer não
Depois penso na vida pra levar
E me calo com a boca de feijão

Seis da tarde como era de se esperar
Ela pega e me espera no portão
Diz que está muito louca pra beijar
E me beija com a boca de paixão

Toda noite ela diz pra eu não me afastar
Meia-noite ela jura eterno amor
E me aperta pra eu quase sufocar
E me morde com a boca de pavor

Todo dia ela faz tudo sempre igual
Me sacode às seis horas da manhã
Me sorri um sorriso pontual
E me beija com a boca de hortelã

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

in Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer”

Oh yes we’ll keep on tryin’
Tread that fine line
Oh we’ll keep on tryin’ yeah
Just passing our time

While we live according to race, colour or creed
While we rule by blind madness and pure greed
Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion
Through the eons, and on and on

Oh yes we’ll keep on tryin’
We’ll tread that fine line
Oh we’ll keep on tryin’
Till the end of time
Till the end of time

Through the sorrow all through our splendour
Don’t take offence at my innuendo

You can be anything you want to be
Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be
Be free with your tempo, be free be free
Surrender your ego – be free, be free to yourself

If there’s a God or any kind of justice under the sky
If there’s a point, if there’s a reason to live or die
If there’s an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask
Show yourself – destroy our fears – release your mask

Oh yes we’ll keep on trying
Hey tread that fine line
Yeah we’ll keep on smiling yeah
And whatever will be – will be
We’ll just keep on trying
We’ll just keep on trying
Till the end of time
Till the end of time
Till the end of time

My pain is leading, I got no control from now
Don’t try to help me, I don’t want to put you down
All my reasons will be misunderstood,
I wish you well, in here there’s nothing good

(…)

One of my friends believes in what she reads
And she’s always talking about the end of the century
But listen, have you ever stopped to realize
That if it happened there would be no one to feel alone?
No pain at all…

I should be going, so much damage I’ve done
So many tears and still a lot more to come
Excuse, don’t push my wheel chair
I don’t want to go anywhere

My heart is rotten with all the worst kind of disease
It tries to be better but all it can do is bleed
I’m so tried of myself
Oh God please take me away and bring someone else

Alone, I don’t care
And now all I remember is the smell of your hair”

In Silence 4, Only pain is real – Take me away.

(…)

Hush now
No need to say the words
At first sight you perfectly heard
Love in all its entirety
Is no less than we deserve

I saw, your face
Some place
I felt this feeling before
Is it deja vu?
Do I somehow know you?

Nothing can come close
To this familiar feeling
We say it all without
Ever speaking
(…)

In Moloko’s – Familiar Feeling.

One is for the money
They say two is for the show
Three to get ready
But I don’t want to go

You came to take my heart from me
You came to take my heart and saw it
What, for the money again

You came to take my heart from me
You already threw it all away
One for the money and you’re gone

One for the money and you’re gone
I knew it from the start

Two for the show is not so hard
Let’s reach for the stars”

In Mike Patton & Kaada, Romances – Pitie Pour Mes Larmes.