É hoje WhoMadeWho e ....

... é hoje! (Jamie Lidell)

A escrita é a minha primeira morada de silêncio
a segunda irrompe do corpo movendo-se por trás
das palavras
extensas praias vazias onde o mar nunca chegou
deserto onde os dedos murmuram o último crime
escrever-te continuamente... areia e mais areia
construindo no sangue altíssimas paredes de nada

esta paixão pelos objectos que guardaste
esta pele-memória exalando não sei que desastre
a língua de limos

espalhávamos sementes de cicuta pelo nevoeiro
dos sonhos
as manhãs chegavam como um gemido estelar
e eu perseguia teu rasto de esperma à beira-mar

outros corpos de salsugem atravessam o silêncio
desta morada erguida na precária saliva do
crepúsculo

Al Berto, O Medo, Lisboa, Assírio & Alvim, 1997

romantic rights


Your romantic rights are all that you got,
Push'em down son it's more than just lip,
C'mon girl I know you know what you want,
C'mon c'mon now and give'em all shhhh

You're beating walls now you just won't quit,
You play with shapes but they just won't fit,
I know you love me you don't know what you like,
You're watching TV I stay up all night.

I don't need you, I want you

South Carolina kid is heating things up,
His wounds are bleeding and we're filling the cup,
This game will save us if we don't die young,
C'mon c'mon yeah, have some fun.

Come here baby I love your company,
We could do it and start a family,
She was living alone, unhappily
We could do it, it's right romantically.

I don't need you, I want you



death from above 1979

Peach, Plum, Pear

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
And you're markedly more
And i'm oozing suprise

But it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
What was golden went gray
And i'm suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divide

And i have read the right books
To interpret your looks
You were knocking me down
With the palm of your eye

Go; na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

This was unlike the story
It was written to be
I was riding its back
When it used to ride me

And we were galloping manic
To the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic
In the face of its force

And i was blue
I am blue
And unwell
Made me bolt like a horse
[made me bold like a whore]

And; na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

Now it's done
Watch it go
And you've changed so

Water run from the snow

Am i so dear?
Do i run rare?
And you've changed
So

Peach, plum, pear
Peach, plum

Joanna Newsom

Há sempre uma música certa para uma altura certa....

É hoje.
Final Fantasy.

Woman : Charlie... I've, uh... I've been with another man.
Aren't you gonna say anything ? You're just gonna sit there ?
Oh Charlie, I didn't know when you were coming back or if you ever would.
I tell you, the men around here don't respect anything ; if I told you all the guys that called me up...
And then Cliff... He didn't make a pass at me. I mean he didn't even... do it at all, Charlie.
I knew what he wanted, but... he never did anything about it.
And then it just seemed like the two of us just had to.

Charlie : I don't think I'm up for any more of this.
Why don't you go to bed ? I'll work this all out.

Woman : What are you gonna do ?

Charlie : I'm just gonna sit here.