No finalmente que é começo
para quem antes entediava
com o acontecer do nada
pelo qual tinhamos apreço
e ora mandamos à fava,
existe um tempo que vem
dos tempos de onde tudo
vem e mostra a quem tem
tempo que esse tempo mudo
- como se o tempo falasse! -
é presságio do que nos ultrapassa
e na verdade se parasse
- o tempo, aquele que tudo passa,
não o que é fase, momento ou instante -
a morte seria distante
e a vida uma desgraça.

Iowa

Fire coming out of monkey´s head

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived,
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,
obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.

Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead

In time, Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain,
and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,
and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of them up.
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep.
And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams. There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then, nothing!

O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now?


story by ... Gorillaz

quem mais podia ser...

Still take you home

I fancy you with a passion
You're a Topshop princess, a rockstar too,
But you're a fad, you're a fashion
And I'm having a job trying to talk to you.
But it's alright,
Yeah I put it all on one-side.
And everybody's looking
You've got control of everyone's eyes.
Including mine.

-Artic Monkeys

V

Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

Oh...

there ain't no love,

no Montagues or Capulets

Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...

Dirty dancefloors,

and dreams of naughtiness!

-Artic Monkeys

The Raconteurs

Find yourself a girl, and settle down
Live a simple life in a quiet town.

Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)
Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)
So steady as she goes.

Your friends have shown a kink in the single life.
You've had too much to think, now you need a wife.

Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)
So steady as she goes (steady as she goes)
Well here we go again, you've found yourself a friend, that knows you well
But no matter what you do, you'll always feel as though the truth has failed
So steady as she goes.

When you have completed what you thought you had to do
And your blood's depleted to the point of stable glue.

Then you'll get along,
Then you'll get along.

Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)
So steady as she goes (steady as she goes)
Well here we go again, you've found yourself a friend that knows you well
But no matter what you do, it always feels as though the truth ends
So steady as she goes
Steady as she goes.

Settle for a girl from the upper-town,
Send it to the crowd that's gathered round.

So steady as she goes (steady as she goes)

Steady as she goes.
Are you steady now?

The Raconteurs-Steady as she goes

Hoje trago-vos um senhor.Pé canhão, livres incomparáveis , um génio da bola.O seu nome é SENHOR JUNINHO e têem aqui( link ) alguns dos seus melhores presentes para todos nós.

Mudou de nome.Mudou de corpo.Mudou qualquer coisa... Porque este homem( link) não é o da fotografia.Não pode.

E tu, qual é a tua natureza ?

Embora não seja o maior conhecedor da obra de Quentin Tarantino, consigo de certa forma reconhecer desde logo que existe uma tremenda diferença entre Tarantino realizador e produtor.
Quando associei o nome Tarantino ao filme fiquei imediatamente com uma expectativa maior principalmente depois de saber do que tratava o filme. Não que me agrade especialmente o tema nem nada que se pareça - não quero ser confundido com um tarado - mas sempre me gostei de prender com os limites da natureza humana e os lugares até onde nos leva a condição da mesma, não que dê para muita reflexão no filme, mas como é próprio de mim mesmo, entrei em devaneios póstumos que achei deveras interessantes.
Tortura.
Muito sangue.
Membros, olhos, dedos e de tudo quanto é anatómico um pouco espalhado pela tela.
A violência ao expoente do ridicularmente tolerabilíssimo a que estamos habituados neste género cinematográfico.
Vale pelo entertenimento.

Sou ingénuo.
Muito ingénuo mesmo.
Não imagino com que linhas se tecem os interesses que movem o mundo. Nem sei bem o que move o mundo, se são mesmo interesses, se são caprichos desinteressados ou desinteressantes ou que raio comanda os que mandam e os que mandam mandar e que nunca vemos nem sabemos quem serão escondidos em fardas, fatiotas ou sedas orientais em encontros constantes que mudam o rumo das coisas.
Nada sei do Oriente.
Nada sei do Ocidente.
Sei que em tempos me disseram que nos meio está a virtude.

Simple man

Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... don’t live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you’ll find love,
And don’t forget son,
There is someone up above.
(chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won’t you do this for me son,
If you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man’s gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
(chorus)
Boy, don’t you worry... you’ll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
(chorus)

Simple Man- B-Sides and Rarities (2005) - Deftones

Unstable

É caso para dizer que quem sai aos seus não degenera.Um excelente albúm em que o nosso Davis Jr nos mostra o porquê de ser irmão de quem é, acompanhado por um som também muito bem conseguido revelando toda a influência nu-metal desta banda que tenta alcançar a preponderância de Limp Bizkit e KoRn, bandas estas que ajudaram a nascer Adema.

Mamã Davis, estou e estarei para sempre eternamente grato, porque fazer um pronto...mas dois é obra!

Unstable(2003)-Adema

Belos dias...

Sempre que te encontro só me dá vontade de pensar ...terei nascido no sítio certo?

Breathe

Breathe with me.

Breathe the pressure,

come play my game i'll test ya.

Psychosomatic addict, insane.

Come play my game:

Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.

Come play my game:

Exhale, exhale, exhale.

Ficaram imagens, cheiros, ficaram cores e tudo quanto é mistura delas, ficaram certezas e ficaram passos dados em direcção ao nada na concretização do que de mais louco o momento requer de nós.
Ficaram pints, bongos, funis e mangueiras e de tudo um pouco.
Ficou a liberdade.
Ficou a libertinagem.
Ficaram abraços, beijos, sorrisos e uma tremenda celebração da amizade.
Amo-vos meus amigos e repito-o a cada segundo no meu coração,
Agradeço a todos os que me fizeram feliz.´

Danke getthis, gordo, Henrik, Deusa e a todos vós presentes.