Qual o melhor ou os melhores albums de 2002!
Digam-me as vossas escolhas ... brevemente vou por a minha

Joe Strummer
21/8/1952 -23/12/2002

Super Pop Limão #8 (best of)

Badly Drawn Boy - The Shining
Bjork - Play Dead
Eels - Fresh Feeling
Leonard Cohen - Dance we to the end of Love
The Smiths - Bigmouth Strikes Again
Serge Gainsbourg - Je t'aime ... moi non plus
Belle & Sebastian - Family Tree
Frank Zappa - Cosmic Debris
Os Mutantes - Minha menina
Tom Waits - Take it With Me
The Smiths - There is a Light That Never Goes Out
Nick Drake - One of these things first
Lambchop - Up with people
The Smiths - I know it's over
Neutral Milk Hotek - 10 (off record)

Nonalignment pact.

I wanna make a deal with you girl
and get it signed by the heads of state
I wanna make a deal with you girl
be recognized round the world
It's my nonalignment pact
Nonalignment pact
Sign it!
Nonalignment pact

At night I can see the stars on fire
I can see the world in flames
And it's all because of you
or your thousand other names
Peggy
Carrie Ann
and Betty Jean
Jill
Jan
Joan
and Sue
Alice
Cindy
Barbara Ann
It's all because of you
It's all because of you girl!
It's all because of you
It's all because of you girl!
Sign my nonalignment pact
Nonalignment pact!
It's my
nonalignment pact

Writers:
Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas

Super Pop Limão #7

Lambchop - Grumpus
Tom Waits - DownTown Train
Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire - How Indiscreet
Tindersticks - Bathtime
Madredeus - Céu da Mouraria
Serge Gainsbourg - L'anamour
Willard Grant Conspiracy - Notes from the waiting room
King Cobb Steelie - Fast Money Blessing
Piano Magic - Not Fair
Joy Division - She's lost control
Lali Puna - Contratempo
Joy Division - New Dawn Fades (a pedido de ouvinte)
Lali Puna - Scary World Theory
Serge Gainsbourg - Le poinçonneur de Lilas
Charles Mingus - Haitan Fight Song

by me and DJ Kafka (a.k.a. Eng. S.V.)

Um cadáver esquisito....o 1º de muitos...:)

MEMO
Na crista dos lábios vermelhos despontava um sorriso
Suspenso por um arco-iris, um caleidoscópio
Onde espalhava para um infinito o sabor do verde macio
Enroscado num castelo de fumo, encolhido em lençois de seda.
Um amanhecer gritante e explosivo
Entopidos em largas rectas de muitas curvas
Bicudas com luzes escuras sobre dois dedos indicadores do caminho sinuoso
Trajectos bicudos com ondas de sete metros
Enrolados em beijos esponjosos, foca o abraço no quilómetro do quadrado.


by us

Super Pop Limão #6

Mogwai - Sine Wave
Low - July
P.J. Harvey - A Perfect Day Elise
Sonic Youth - Disconnection notice
Sérgio Godinho e os Amigos do Gaspar - É tão bom
The Magnetic Fields - Fido, your leash is too long
Lou Reed - Walk on the wild side
Belle & Sebastian - Mary Jo
Jeff Buckley - Lover, should have come over
The Magnetic Fields - A chicken with is head cut off
Peter Gabriel - Mercy Street
Lou Reed - Perfect Day
Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah
The Magnetic Fields - All my little words
Sérgio Godinho e os Amigos do Gaspar - Pico Pico Manjerico
Jeff Buckley - Dream Brother
Miles Davis - My Funny Valentine
The Magnetic Fields - I don't believe in the sun
Low - Medicine Magazines
Tom Jobim - Água de beber
Tom Jobim - Sabiá
Tom Jobim - Eu sei que vou te amar

by me and DJ Kafka

Sixty Pop Limão #5

Nico & Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning
Can - Deadlock
Serge Gainsbourg - Je t'aime... moi non plus
Pink Floyd - Lucifer Sam
Fairport Convention - Meet me on the Ledge
Leonard Cohen - Marianne
Os Mutantes - Minha menina
Joni Mitchell - Woodstock
Nico & Velvet Underground - I'll be your mirror
Paul Simon - Mrs Robinson
Os Mutantes - Bat Macumba
Beach Boys - God Only Knows
Can - Don't turn the light on
Paul Simon - At the Zoo
Beach Boys - Sloop John B
The Doors - When the music's over

by me and DJ Kafka

Em todas as ruas te encontro

Em todas as ruas te encontro
Em todas as ruas te perco
conheço tão bem o teu corpo
sonhei tanto a tua figura
que é de olhos fechados que eu ando
a limitar a tua altura
e bebo a água e sorvo o ar
que te atravessou a cintura
tanto, tão perto, tão real
que o meu corpo se transfigura
e toca o seu próprio elemento
num corpo que já não é seu
num rio que desapareceu
onde um braço teu me procura

Em todas as ruas te encontro
Em todas as ruas te perco

Mário Cesariny

estação

Esperar ou vir esperar querer ou vir querer-te
vou perdendo a noção desta subtileza.
Aqui chegado até eu venho ver se me apareço
e o fato com que virei preocupa-me, pois chove miudinho

Muita vez vim esperar-te e não houve chegada
De outras, esperei-me eu e não apareci
embora bem procurado entre os mais que passavam.
Se algum de nós vier hoje é já bastante
como comboio e como subtileza
Que dê o nome e espere. Talvez apareça

Mário Cesariny

e ao anoitecer adquires nome de ilha ou de vulcão
deixas viver sobre a pele uma criança de lume
e na fria lava da noite ensinas ao corpo
a paciência o amor o abandono das palavras
o silêncio
e a difícil arte da melancolia

Al Berto

Consumir de preferência antes do final do mundo.

... got start thinking on the next Super Pop Limão. Mondays keep comin' and comin ...

Super Pop Limão #3

The Secret Machines - Marconi's radio
Mojave 3 - Bringing me home
Lambchop - Up with People
Elliot Smith - Wouldn't mamma be proud?
Jorge Palma - Bairro do Amor
David Sylvian - Buoy
Tindersticks - People keep comin' around
Radiohead - Packt like sardines in a crushd tin box
Mojave 3 - In love with a view
Neutral Milk Hotel - In a aeroplane over the sea
David Sylvian - Orpheu
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - God is in the house
David Sylvian - Throughly lost to logic
Elliot Smith - Junk Bond Trader

by me and DJ Kafka

Super Pop Limão #2

Max Tundra - Cabasa
Zita Swoon - She = Like Meeting Jesus
Penguin Café Orchestra - Air a Dancer
Belle and Sebastian - The stars of track and field
Lambchop - This corrosion
Cocteau Twins - Caroline fingers
Belle and Sebastian - Dirty dream number two
Cocteau Twins - Heaven or Las Vegas
Badly Drawn Boy - Disillusion
Joy Division - Twenty four hours
R.E.M. - Leave
Max Tundra - Lysine
Belle and Sebastian - The boy with the arab strap

by me and DJ Kafka

Super Pop Limão #1

Zéca Afonso - Mulher da Erva
Belle & Sebastian - Family Tree
Can - She brings the rain
Lambchop - Give me your love
The Magnetic Fields - It's a crime
James - Pressure´s on
James - Jam j
Low - La La La Song
Nick Cave - Fifteen feet of pure white snow
Neutral Milk Hotel - Garden Head / Leave Alone
Spiritualized - Oh happy day
The Magnetic Fields - I Think I Need a New Heart
Spiritualized - Shine a light
The 6ths -The Dead Only Quickly
Stranglers- Golden Brown
Neutral Milk Hotel - 10

by me and DJ Kafka

WE ALL HOPE
TO SIGNAL KIN
DAYS OF GOLD
NOW RAIN ON TIN
GATHER ROUND
GATHER FRIENDS
NEVER FEAR
NEVER AGAIN

"Oh my lord I must admit
I don't know how to live my life
I'm trapped inside its mystery
I'm tangled up in its delight
The warnings you have given
And the choices that you did provide
Make complicated situations
How can we tell what's wrong or right?
Can't you offer some assistance?
Can't you clue on what to do?
I lost my lust for life
And now I'm slowly loosing faith in you"

There are places I don't remember
There are times and days, they mean nothing to me
I've been looking through some of them old pictures
They don't serve to jog my memory

I'm not waking in the morning, staring at the walls these days
I'm not getting out the boxes, spread all over the floor
I've been looking through some of them old pictures
Those faces they mean nothing to me no more
I travel light


... Oh Suart and Carla... :o|

SOLANA, José Gutiérrez

"La visita del obispo"
1926
Oleo sobre Lienzo
161 x 211 cm

DALI DOMENECH, Salvador

"El gran masturbador"
1929
Oleo sobre lienzo
110 x 150 cm

Two headed boy
Put on sunday shoes
And dance round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine

neutral milk hotel

Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It's no matter darling where you are
I think of you

Walk in silence
Walk away in silence
See the danger - always danger
Endless talking - life rebuilding
Don't walk away - face the danger

Walk away in silence
See the danger - always danger
Endless talking - life rebuilding
Don't walk away - face the danger

Walk in silence
Don't walk away in silence
See the danger - always danger
Rules are broken - false emotions
Don't walk away

I'm - I'm just crossing the line - just crossing the line
Trying to get back - right where I was
Back where I was - see me crossing the line
Don't walk away --

joy division - atmosphere

.... é sempre bom voltar a ouvir boas canções...

KANDINSKY, Vassily

"Sin título"
1932
Gouache sobre cartulina

I love you Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ I love you
Yes I do

You will search, babe,
At any cost.
But how long, babe,
Can you search for what's not lost?
Ev'rybody will help you,
Some people are very kind.
But if I can save you any time,
Come on, give it to me,
I'll keep it with mine.

I can't help it
If you might think I'm odd,
If I say I'm not loving you for what you are
But for what you're not.
Everybody will help you
Discover what you set out to find.
But if I can save you any time,
Come on, give it to me,
I'll keep it with mine.

The train leaves
At half past ten,
But it'll be back tomorrow,
Same time again.
The conductor he's weary,
He's still stuck on the line.
But if I can save you any time,
Come on, give it to me,
I'll keep it with mine.

I'll keep it with mine, Bob Dylan

MIRO FERRA, Joan

"Femme et oiseau dans la nuit"
1962

Filhos dum deus selvagem e secreto
E cobertos de lama, caminhamos
Por cidades
Por nuvens
E desertos
Ao vento semeamos
O que os homens não querem
Ao vento arremessamos
As verdades que doem
E as palavras que ferem
Da noite que nos gera, e nós amamos
Só os astros trazemos
A treva fica onde
Todos guardamos a certeza oculta
Do que nós não dizemos
MAS QUE SOMOS

José Carlos Ary dos Santos

Stay up all night
Waste time, waste light
Closer, closer
Ever closer

"Naquela altura eu não percebia as mulheres. Aliás agora também não. Nem os homens. Nem os animais. O que percebo melhor, e não é dizer muito, são as minhas dores."

Samuel Beckett,
Primeiro Amor

I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you
I find it hard to believe you don't know
The beauty that you are
But if you don't let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you
I'll be your mirror

The Velvet Underground & Nico

When you look in my eyes I go soft inside
and the sound of your voice sends shivers up my spine
and at the slightest touch we're in love

It’s not easy to right something when you’re always on my thoughts…

Aprende a nadar, companheiro
aprende a nadar, companheiro
Que a maré se vai levantar
que a maré se vai levantar
Que a liberdade está a passar por aqui
que a liberdade está a passar por aqui
que a liberdade está a passar por aqui
Maré alta
Maré alta
Maré alta

Sérgio Godinho

* * * * * * * * * * *

So faraway and so alone
how could I ever take you home
You're beautiful, beautiful

You've a got a devastating point of view
and everything you say is true
You're beautiful, beautiful

The nightbirds start to sing their favorite song:
"The Way You Say Good-Night"
The nightbirds start to sing their favorite song
and the moon begins to sing

I kiss you and the sun goes down
How come it's always dark when you're around
You're beautiful, beautiful

The nightbirds sing their favorite song
The moon begins to sing
You're beautiful, beautiful

The stars begin their Busby Berkeley dance:
"The Way You Say Good-Night"
and the night becomes a musical extravaganza:
The Way You Say Good-Night

The way you say good-night
I dream of all day long
Oh, I could write a song about the way you say good-night...

Stephin Merritt

Eu sou o homem-fantasma
vejo tudo sem ser visto
eu sou um justiceiro
com um disfarce sinistro
eu meto medo aos que nos vêm
com falinhas falsas
e treme-lhes a dentadura
cai-lhes as calças
Eu sou o homem fantasma
e estou em toda a parte
voar para alguns é profissão
para mim é uma arte
mas para ver o meu bairro
eu não preciso de asas
muito prédio a crescer
e muita gente sem casas
Nunca descansa, o homem-fantasma
e a gente espanta-se e a gente pasma
quando respira fundo, o homem fantasma
nunca é de alívio
quando muito será de asma.
Eu sou o homem-fantasma
vejo tudo sem ser visto
e já espreitei para dentro
da carteira de um ministro
e vi fotografias
de um passado duvidoso
e outras mais recentes
dele todo vaidoso
Eu sou o homem-fantasma
justiceiro imortal
eu vou de norte a sul
da montanha ao litoral
e enquanto a luz e a água
vão para a vila e para a cidade
para aldeia vão jornais da tarde
e boa vontade
Nunca descansa, o homem-fantasma
e a gente espanta-se, e a gente pasma
quando respira fundo, o homem-fantasma
nunca é de alívio
quando muito será de asma
Eu sou o homem-fantasma
e estive num hospital
há lá quem morra
tanto da cura como do mal
e os donos da medicina
gritaram: Aí, o homem-fantasma!
Depressa, uma seringa,
um bisturi, um cataplasma!
Eu sou o homem-fantasma
e como vidro transparente
eu sento-me aos jantares
e ninguém me pressente
e dizem: tal e coisa
e coisa e tal e vice e versa
e o que lá fora era discurso
cá dentro é conversa
Nunca descansa, o homem-fantasma
e a gente espanta-se, e a gente pasma
quando respira fundo, o homem-fantasma
nunca é de alívio
quando muito será de asma
Eu sou o homem-fantasma
combatente infatigável
mas atenção que até eu
posso ser criticável
se depois do que eu digo
e denuncio e reclamo
eu voltar para casa
e em casa eu for um tirano
Nunca descansa, o homem-fantasma
e a gente espanta-se, e a gente pasma
quando respira fundo, o homem-fantasma
nunca é de alívio
quando muito será de asma

Sérgio Godinho, O Homem Fantasma

You make me feel like I'm seventeen again
You make everything beautiful seem true
I can't wait to go to sleep and dream again
cause every dream I dream's a dream of dreamy little you

you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you,you, you ...

Espalhem a notícia
do mistério da delícia
desse ventre
espalhem a notícia do que é quente
e se parece
com o que é firme e com o que é vago
esse ventre que eu afago
que eu bebia de um só trago
se pudesse

Divulguem o encanto
do ventre de que canto
que hoje toco
a pele onde à tardinha desemboco
tão cansado
esse ventre vagabundo
que foi rente e foi fecundo
que eu bebia até ao fundo
saciado

Eu fui ao fim do mundo
eu vou ao fundo de mim
vou ao fundo do mar
no corpo de uma mulher

A terra tremeu ontem
não mais do que anteontem
pressenti-o
o ventre de que falo como um rio
transbordou
e o tremor que anunciava
era fogo e era lava
era a terra que abalava
no que sou

Depois de entre os escombros
ergueram-se dois ombros
num murmúrio
e o sol como é costume foi um augúrio
de bonança
sãos e salvos felizmente
e como o riso vem ao ventre
assim veio de repente
uma criança

Falei-vos desse ventre
quem quiser que acrescente
da sua lavra
que a bom entendedor meia palavra
basta é só
adivinhar o que há mais
os segredos dos locais
que no fundo são iguais
em todos nós

Sérigio Godinho, Espalhem a Notícia, iN Rivolitz - 1998

I have these hands beating with love for you
And you're not here to touch
Sent you away, what else can I do
When I need something that much?
I'm hurting babe, in the city there's no place for love
It's just used to make people feel better
It's not like us
I got this sickness as I got off the train
Now it chafes away at my heart
Until nothing remains

A noite passada acordei com o teu beijo
descias o Douro e eu fui esperar-te ao Tejo
vinhas numa barca que não vi passar
corri pela margem até à beira do mar
até que te vi num castelo de areia
cantavas "sou gaivota e fui sereia"
ri-me de ti "então porque não voas?"
e então tu olhaste
depois sorriste
abriste a janela e voaste

A noite passada fui passear no mar
a viola irmã cuidou de me arrastar
chegado ao mar alto abriu-se em dois o mundo
olhei para baixo dormias lá no fundo
faltou-me o pé senti que me afundava
por entre as algas teu cabelo boiava
a lua cheia escureceu nas águas
e então falámos
e então dissemos
aqui vivemos muitos anos

A noite passada um paredão ruiu
pela fresta aberta o meu peito fugiu
estavas do outro lado a tricotar janelas
vias-me em segredo ao debruçar-te nelas
cheguei-me a ti disse baixinho "olá",
toquei-te no ombro e a marca ficou lá
o sol inteiro caiu entre os montes
e então olhaste
depois sorriste
disseste "ainda bem que voltaste"

Sérgio Godinho, in In: Pré-histórias; 1972

(é para ti! Sim! é só para ti!)

Hey, I've been wondering
Where you go so late at night
And hey, I've been hoping
You'll be thinking of me no matter what the time
And hey, I'm not listening
When you tell me there's no more words to say
In your voice, hesitation
You quickly light a cigarette and turn away...

If I were Napoleon, you could be my Josephine.
We could go to drive-in films in my red convertible.
If I were Napoleon, I might be in magazines.
I'd write some science fiction - science fiction about you.
You could be my Josephine: just you and your chaperone.
Let you be my Josephine, Josephine.
If I were Napoleon, you could be my lady love.
Look into my soft blue eyes. Run your fingers through my hair.
If I were Napoleon, you could be my turtle-dove
living out in Corsica in our summer cottages
and you could be my Josephine and we could be Siamese twins.
Let you be my Josephine, Josephine.

dei por mim a cantarolar isto:

True, you gave me the moon
and the silver stars
They float outside the window
of this tedious bar
but just like their master
they just drift in the blue
I've been kissing the bottle
wishing it was you.

e mais isto:

I was the restless kind with a heart inclined to play games of chance
until a dark-eyed girl from another world led me a dangerous dance
on the cliffs of Oahu
Oahu. Oahu. Oahu.

E pronto... e outras coisas..nem queiram saber... eh eh eh :>

So faraway and so alone
how could I ever take you home

You're beautiful, beautiful
You've a got a devastating point of view
and everything you say is true
You're beautiful, beautiful

The nightbirds start to sing their favorite song:
"The Way You Say Good-Night"
The nightbirds start to sing their favorite song
and the moon begins to sing

I kiss you and the sun goes down
How come it's always dark when you're around
You're beautiful, beautiful

ANTÓNIO CARVALHAL
LEONOR SOARES

I didn't take no shortcuts
I spent the money that I saved up
Aw mama runnin' out of luck
Well like my sister don't give a fuck
I wanna steal your innocence
To me my life it don't make sense
Your strange manners, I love you so
Why won't you wear your new trench coat ...

Barely Legal, The Strokes

It's useless to struggle. It's useless to pray. Nothing is beautiful or good in any way. You left me black and blue and lying on the floor. I could call the doctor but I don't care anymore. It's useless to struggle. It's useless to sing.

Roy Lichtenstein, Girl At Piano, 1963

Stanley Donwood, Escape from pain

The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side

Andy would bicycle across town
in the rain to bring you candy
and John would buy the gown
for you to wear to the prom
with Tom the astronomer
who'd name a star for you

(C): But I'm the luckiest guy
on the Lower East Side
cause I've got wheels
and you want to go for a ride.

Harry is the one I think you'll marry
but it's Chris that you kissed
after school
well I'm a fool, there's no doubt
but when the sun comes out
and only when the sun comes out (C)

The day is beautiful and so are you
My car is ugly but then I'm ugly too
I know you'd never give me a second glance
but when the weather's nice all the other guys don't stand a chance

I know Professor Blumen
makes you feel like a woman
but when the wind is in your hair
you laugh like a little girl

So you share secrets with Lou
but we've got secrets too
Well, one: I only keep this heap for you

cause I'm the ugliest guy
on the Lower East Side
but I've got wheels
and you want to go for a ride

Want to go for a ride? (x3)

Sthephin Merritt

Quiet, please: there are leaves falling
Trees do their striptease, summer is ending
I wonder why you look so far away
against the sky in fifty shades of gray

Night falls like a grand piano
Outside it could be China
Let's watch the trees that trickled toward the sun
dance in the rain dying to have some fun

Thunder sings a requiem
Lightning is taking pictures
of everything of every point of view
Let's go outside and have our picture taken too

I love you.

The 6 ths

Today, it’s the day to clean your weapon...
... Be prepared ...

Cocktail Molotov

Ingredientes:
* Gasolina
* Óleo de motor
* Garrafa de vidro (qualquer uma)
* Rolha
* Pano ou meia velha ( ou nova mesmo!!! )

Procedimento:

Encha metade da garrafa com a gasolina e adicione um pouco do óleo de motor, de seguida ponha metade do pano para dentro e metade para fora da garrafa. Coloque a rolha de modo que ela prense o pano no gargalo da garrafa.
Para servir ateie fogo na ponta do pano e atire a garrafa para longe.

the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn

we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death

the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair

the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze

i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days"

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever

we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death

i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood

this monologue appears at the beginning of the dead flag blues from the album f#a#oo of GYBE!

It’s just a lark, a little game
and darling we’ve all felt the same.
It’s just a fad, a passing stage
a product of this anxious age.

Clique em dos icons por baixo e veija um concerto de Sigur Rós

Protect me from myself.

On Saturday I was an angel shining fair
You shone louder, longer
You put my shine to shame

Esta imagem, foi uma espécie de preságio.....
Mal sabia eu... força ai amigo.

Houston, I have a problem

Somebody (that I don’t know) is expecting something here.
So… This is for you:

Nothing good is on TV.
No one falls in love with me, and there's nobody to fall in love
with, so I don't. Don't forget to stop and smell the glue. No
one falls in love with you, and there's nobody to fall in love
with, just the phone.

i will never marry, i’ll be no man’s wife
i expect to live single all the days of my life

(Can't see? --> click on the text)

The day is gone; the night is too
Everywhere to go, but nothing to do
I had a lover once, but that fell through
I've got Lisbon, but I ain't got you

Até que enfim..... alguma quadra de jeito.

Hilary went to the Catholic Church because she wanted information
The vicar, or whatever, took her to one side and gave her confirmation
Saint Theresa's calling her, the church up on the hill is looking lovely
But it doesn't interest, the only things she wants to know is
How and why and when and where to go
How and why and when and where to follow

But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever

in If You're Feeling Sinister by Belle an Sebastian

Este canção que dá o nome ao album, alem de ser bonita... it's full of meaning's... mereçe ficar aqui e não ir para o Meaningless. Já agora... Alguem já viu o Meaningless!?

by Bernard Oudin

She danced so fine
She said "Oh, a sweet sweet man like you,
What can I do for you?"
I said "A sweet sweet man like me
I can only bring you misery"

A sweet sweet man by Tindersticks

Radiohead fizeram Wes Boreland abandonar Limp Bizkit

Fred Durst diz que o guitarrista dos Limp Bizkit estava completamente absorvido pelos Radiohead ao ponto que queria que os Limp Bizkit tivessem um som mais parecido com o som da banda de Tom Yorke. Ao ter recusado mudar a orientação da sua banda Fred Durst fez com que Wes quisesse abandonar os Limp Biskit.

in raio X de Janeiro

Eu já gostava muito dos Radiohead, mas depois de ler isto os Radiohead a minha consideração por eles ainda aumentou mais.
Viva RADIOHEAD!

you don't have a clue
what it is like to be next to you
i'm here to tell you
that it is good
that it is true

fresh feeling by E

What kind of strange entity are you?
That can keep me away from the true
I try to pretend you don’t exist
Praying every night for someone
To take all this love away from me

I can't sleep
Because you've got strange powers
You're in my dreams
STOP THAT STRANGE POWERS!!!!

.....amanhã vou ter umas grandes olheiras....

Shut up
I'm thinking
Shut up
I'm thinking
Shut up
I'm thinking
I'm thinking
So shut up


If I hold you too tight
Just say let go
I know this touch can leave you hurting
When my words clutter about your head

People will know when they see this show
The kind of a guy I am
They'll recognize just what I stand for and what I just can't stand
They'll perceive what I believe in
And what I know is true
And they'll recognize I'm a one man guy
Always was through and through

People meditate
Hey that's just great
Trying to find the inner you
People depend on family and friend
And other folks to pull them through

I don't know why I'm a one man guy
Or why I'm a one man show
But these three cubic feet of bone and blood and meat are all I love and know

'Cause I'm a one man guy in the morning
Same in the afternoon
One man guy when the sun goes down
I whistle me a one man tune

One man guy a one man guy
Only kind of guy to be
I'm a one man guy
I'm a one man guy
I'm a one man guy is me


One Man Guy by Rufus WainWright on Poses

Acordei a ouvir esta canção... agora de castigo tenho que a cantar o resto do dia.....

stay me – oh, comfort me
it’s not the worst thing that could have happened –
save your tears
it’s not the first time this has happened –
save your pride

stay me – oh, comfort me
it’s not the worst thing that could have happened –
save your tears
at every turn you think you’ll find
this matchless world you’ve left behind
still breathless, waiting for the day
when all these cares are borne away
but time will never make amends
for might-have-beens…

no more a prophet or a seer
premonition counts for nothing here

(...)«Fantasma» assemelha-se a um caleidoscópio multi-referencial que baralha para ordenar, mistura para desvendar o caos e experimenta uma multiplicidade de meios para evocar toda uma torrente cultural passível de se vislumbrar, calmamente, numa viagem de carrosel ou, nos casos mais extremos, em montanha-russa ou em comboio-fantasma.(..)

by Luís Guerra in BLITZ!

No minimo desapropriado. Há ai alguem que escreva um mail a este tipo a aconselhá-lo a ir trabalhar para outro sitio??!! É melhor não comentar mais... se não...

Coitado do primeiro homem que usou a ironia. Deve ter sido uma experiência algo frustrante. Provavelmente algum homem das cavernas que deu um pontapé em alguma pedra e gritou "Aaiiih!!!", de seguida algum companheiro perguntou-lhe se estava tudo bem e supostamente o Homem das Cavernas respondeu - "Não, estou só a cantar o "moranguinho do nordeste". O outro deve ter dito "Ah, óptimo!". Homem das cavernas deve ter ficado muito frustrado para alem da ferida no pé. Mas, isto são só suposições, quem tiver alguma sugestão melhor pode me enviar por e-mail.

Eu já deveria saber, quando quis ficar com ela, que não a podia ter durante muito tempo.
Mas eu insisti.
E ela foi crescendo e sendo a cada dia que passava uma maior parte de min.
Começou a ser parte da minha imagem, a fazer parte do MagneticField. Já não me podia ver sem ela, de tão habituado que estava.
Mas houve um dia em que tive de acabar com ela. Ela começou a ser alvo de criticas daqueles que me estão mais próximos. Foi tudo por causa de uma fotografia tipo-passe.
Alvo de pressão tive de o fazer. Tive de a cortar. Recordo-a com melancolia, minha querida barba.