Los Panchos
"Lo dudo"
Lo dudo, lo dudo, lo dudo,
Que tú llegues a quererme,
Como yo te quiero a tí.
Lo dudo, lo dudo, lo dudo,
Que halles un amor más puro,
Como el que tienes en mí.
Hallarás mil aventuras sin amor,
Pero al final de todas,
Solo tendrás dolor.
Te darán de los placeres,
Frenesí
Más no ilusión sincera,
Como la que te dí.
Lo dudo, lo dudo, lo dudo,
Que halles un amor tan puro,
Como el que tienes en mí.
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domingo, junho 14, 2009
segunda-feira, maio 25, 2009
Música da Semana
Sufjan Stevens
No Mans Land
Up in the highest of heights
O'Hara blinks and fights
This land is yours; this land is mine.
I see the Captain in red,
and Cairo at his head.
This land is yours; this land is mine.
The lightning over the park,
the waters--brash and dark
We take a swim; we take a swim.
I never meant to escape
the carpet and the trade
This land is yours; this land is mine.
And when I make up my mind
I change it all the time
I take it back; I take it back.
The numbers over the dam,
Jo Davies and the band,
I count them out; I count them out.
There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
from the floor
The ferry hatches Moline
Panola Beauty Queen
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
In Charles, we climb the hill
and Danville window sill
I take it back; I take it back.
My sister she counts the bars,
the Macon county cars,
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
The Mississippi amends
the Carver and the bends
This land is yours; this land is mine.
My brother punches my ear.
The injured ivory deer
I call my dad; I call my dad.
We skip inside of the store
the Mason winter door
This land is yours; this land is mine.
There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm holding your hand by the shore
With our collars pulled up tight
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
(This land is not your land
For the right hand takes what it can,
ransacks with the mad man.
For this land is not yours or mine to have.
This land was made for the good of itself.)
No Mans Land
Up in the highest of heights
O'Hara blinks and fights
This land is yours; this land is mine.
I see the Captain in red,
and Cairo at his head.
This land is yours; this land is mine.
The lightning over the park,
the waters--brash and dark
We take a swim; we take a swim.
I never meant to escape
the carpet and the trade
This land is yours; this land is mine.
And when I make up my mind
I change it all the time
I take it back; I take it back.
The numbers over the dam,
Jo Davies and the band,
I count them out; I count them out.
There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
from the floor
The ferry hatches Moline
Panola Beauty Queen
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
In Charles, we climb the hill
and Danville window sill
I take it back; I take it back.
My sister she counts the bars,
the Macon county cars,
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
The Mississippi amends
the Carver and the bends
This land is yours; this land is mine.
My brother punches my ear.
The injured ivory deer
I call my dad; I call my dad.
We skip inside of the store
the Mason winter door
This land is yours; this land is mine.
There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm holding your hand by the shore
With our collars pulled up tight
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
(This land is not your land
For the right hand takes what it can,
ransacks with the mad man.
For this land is not yours or mine to have.
This land was made for the good of itself.)
quinta-feira, outubro 16, 2008
Música da Semana
Don Henley - Come rain or come shine
Im gonna love you
Like nobodys loved you
Come rain or come shine
High as a mountain
Deep as a river
Come rain or come shine
I guess when you met me
It was just one of those things
But dont ever bet me
Cause I'm gonna be true if you let me
You're gonna love me
Like nobodys loved me
Come rain or come shine
Happy together
Unhappy together and wont it be fine?
Days may be cloudy or sunny
Were in or were out of the money
But I'm with you always
I'm with you rain or shine
Im gonna love you
Like nobodys loved you
Come rain or come shine
High as a mountain
Deep as a river
Come rain or come shine
I guess when you met me
It was just one of those things
But dont ever bet me
Cause I'm gonna be true if you let me
You're gonna love me
Like nobodys loved me
Come rain or come shine
Happy together
Unhappy together and wont it be fine?
Days may be cloudy or sunny
Were in or were out of the money
But I'm with you always
I'm with you rain or shine
domingo, outubro 05, 2008
Música da Semana
Kate Perry - You're so gay
I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf
While jacking off listening to Mozart
You bitch and moan about L.A.
Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway
You don't eat meat and drive electrical cars
You're so indie rock it's almost an art
You need SPF45
Just to stay alive
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like boys
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like boys
You're so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal
You're so skinny you should really super size the deal
Secretly you you're so amused
And nobody understands you
I'm so mean cuz cannot get you out of your head
I'm so angry cuz you'd rather my space instead
I can't believe I fell in love
With someone that wears more make up and
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like boys
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
La, la, la
La, la, la
Oh, oh, oh
Do, do, do, do, bop, bop, bow
Do, do, do, bop, bop. day
You're so gay, you're so gay
You walking around like you're oh so debonair
You pull them down and there's really nothing there
I wish you would just be real with me
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like boys
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no, no, no, no, no, no
I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf
While jacking off listening to Mozart
You bitch and moan about L.A.
Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway
You don't eat meat and drive electrical cars
You're so indie rock it's almost an art
You need SPF45
Just to stay alive
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like boys
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like boys
You're so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal
You're so skinny you should really super size the deal
Secretly you you're so amused
And nobody understands you
I'm so mean cuz cannot get you out of your head
I'm so angry cuz you'd rather my space instead
I can't believe I fell in love
With someone that wears more make up and
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like boys
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
La, la, la
La, la, la
Oh, oh, oh
Do, do, do, do, bop, bop, bow
Do, do, do, bop, bop. day
You're so gay, you're so gay
You walking around like you're oh so debonair
You pull them down and there's really nothing there
I wish you would just be real with me
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like boys
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like
You're so gay and you don't even like boys
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no you don't even like
No you don't even like, no you don't even like, no, no, no, no, no, no
sexta-feira, setembro 26, 2008
Música da Semana
I hate men
Kiss me, Kate
I hate men.
I can't abide 'em even now and then.
Than ever marry one of them, I'd rest a virgin rather,
For husbands are a boring lot and only give you bother.
Of course, I'm awfully glad that Mother had to marry Father,
But I hate men.
Of all the types I've ever met within our democracy,
I hate most the athlete with his manner bold and brassy,
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
[e esta passou a ser a frase da semana]
Oh, I hate men!
I hate men.
They should be kept like piggies in a pen.
Avoid the trav'ling salesman though a tempting
Tom he may be,
For on your wedding night he may be off to far Araby,
While he's away in Mandalay is thee who have the baby,
Oh I hate men.
If thou shouldst wed a businessman, be wary, oh, be wary.
He'll tell you he's detained in town on business necessary,
His bus'ness is the bus'ness with his pretty secretary,
Oh I hate men!
I hate men
Though roosters they, I will not play the hen.
If you espouse and older man through girlish optimism,
He'll always stay at home at night and make no criticism,
Though you may call it love, the doctors call it rheumatism.
Oh, I hate men.
From all I've read, alone in bed, from A to Zed, about 'em.
Since love is blind, then from the mind, all womankind should rout 'em,
But, ladies, you must answer too, what would we do without 'em?
Still, I hate men!
Kiss me, Kate
I hate men.
I can't abide 'em even now and then.
Than ever marry one of them, I'd rest a virgin rather,
For husbands are a boring lot and only give you bother.
Of course, I'm awfully glad that Mother had to marry Father,
But I hate men.
Of all the types I've ever met within our democracy,
I hate most the athlete with his manner bold and brassy,
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
[e esta passou a ser a frase da semana]
Oh, I hate men!
I hate men.
They should be kept like piggies in a pen.
Avoid the trav'ling salesman though a tempting
Tom he may be,
For on your wedding night he may be off to far Araby,
While he's away in Mandalay is thee who have the baby,
Oh I hate men.
If thou shouldst wed a businessman, be wary, oh, be wary.
He'll tell you he's detained in town on business necessary,
His bus'ness is the bus'ness with his pretty secretary,
Oh I hate men!
I hate men
Though roosters they, I will not play the hen.
If you espouse and older man through girlish optimism,
He'll always stay at home at night and make no criticism,
Though you may call it love, the doctors call it rheumatism.
Oh, I hate men.
From all I've read, alone in bed, from A to Zed, about 'em.
Since love is blind, then from the mind, all womankind should rout 'em,
But, ladies, you must answer too, what would we do without 'em?
Still, I hate men!
quarta-feira, setembro 10, 2008
Música da Semana
Dulce Pontes - No teu poema
No teu poema
existe um verso em branco e sem medida,
um corpo que respira, um céu aberto,
janela debruçada para a vida.
No teu poema existe a dor calada lá no fundo,
o passo da coragem em casa escura
e, aberta, uma varanda para o mundo.
Existe a noite,
o riso e a voz refeita à luz do dia,
a festa da Senhora da Agonia
e o cansaço
do corpo que adormece em cama fria.
Existe um rio,
a sina de quem nasce fraco ou forte,
o risco, a raiva e a luta de quem cai
ou que resiste,
que vence ou adormece antes da morte.
No teu poema
existe o grito e o eco da metralha,
a dor que sei de cor mas não recito
e os sonhos inquietos de quem falha.
No teu poema
existe um canto chão alentejano,
a rua e o pregão de uma varina
e um barco assoprado a todo o pano.
Existe um rio
a sina de quem nasce fraco ou forte,
o risco, a raiva e a luta de quem cai
ou que resiste,
que vence ou adormece antes da morte.
No teu poema
existe a esperança acesa atrás do muro,
existe tudo o mais que ainda escapa
e um verso em branco à espera de futuro.
No teu poema
existe um verso em branco e sem medida,
um corpo que respira, um céu aberto,
janela debruçada para a vida.
No teu poema existe a dor calada lá no fundo,
o passo da coragem em casa escura
e, aberta, uma varanda para o mundo.
Existe a noite,
o riso e a voz refeita à luz do dia,
a festa da Senhora da Agonia
e o cansaço
do corpo que adormece em cama fria.
Existe um rio,
a sina de quem nasce fraco ou forte,
o risco, a raiva e a luta de quem cai
ou que resiste,
que vence ou adormece antes da morte.
No teu poema
existe o grito e o eco da metralha,
a dor que sei de cor mas não recito
e os sonhos inquietos de quem falha.
No teu poema
existe um canto chão alentejano,
a rua e o pregão de uma varina
e um barco assoprado a todo o pano.
Existe um rio
a sina de quem nasce fraco ou forte,
o risco, a raiva e a luta de quem cai
ou que resiste,
que vence ou adormece antes da morte.
No teu poema
existe a esperança acesa atrás do muro,
existe tudo o mais que ainda escapa
e um verso em branco à espera de futuro.
sexta-feira, novembro 09, 2007
Música da Semana
Mozart: Requiem em Ré menor, K626
Intróito
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.
Et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Te decet hymnus, Deus, in Sion,
Et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem
Exaudi orationem meam
Ad te omnis caro veniet.
Requiem aeternam dona defunctis, Domine.
Et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine
Et lux perpetua eis.
Intróito
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.
Et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Te decet hymnus, Deus, in Sion,
Et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem
Exaudi orationem meam
Ad te omnis caro veniet.
Requiem aeternam dona defunctis, Domine.
Et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine
Et lux perpetua eis.
segunda-feira, outubro 29, 2007
Música da semana
Alexander Borodin - Prince Igor (Polovtsian Dances)
Excerto da letra:
Uletaj na kryl'jach vetra
Ty v kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnja nasha
Tuda gde my tebja svobodno peli
Gde bylo tak privol'no nam s toboju
Excerto da letra:
Uletaj na kryl'jach vetra
Ty v kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnja nasha
Tuda gde my tebja svobodno peli
Gde bylo tak privol'no nam s toboju
segunda-feira, outubro 15, 2007
Música da Semana
Fado Tropical - Chico Buarque
Oh, musa do meu fado
Oh, minha mãe gentil
Te deixo consternado
No primeiro abril
Mas não sê tão ingrata
Não esquece quem te amou
E em tua densa mata
Se perdeu e se encontrou
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
"Sabe, no fundo eu sou um sentimental
Todos nós herdamos no sangue lusitano uma boa dosagem de lirismo ( além da sífilis, é claro)
Mesmo quando as minhas mãos estão ocupadas em torturar, esganar, trucidar
Meu coração fecha os olhos e sinceramente chora..."
Com avencas na caatinga
Alecrins no canavial
Licores na moringa
Um vinho tropical
E a linda mulata
Com rendas do alentejo
De quem numa bravata
Arrebata um beijo
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
"Meu coração tem um sereno jeito
E as minhas mãos o golpe duro e presto
De tal maneira que, depois de feito
Desencontrado, eu mesmo me contesto
Se trago as mãos distantes do meu peito
É que há distância entre intenção e gesto
E se o meu coração nas mãos estreito
Me assombra a súbita impressão de incesto
Quando me encontro no calor da luta
Ostento a aguda empunhadora à proa
Mas meu peito se desabotoa
E se a sentença se anuncia bruta
Mais que depressa a mão cega executa
Pois que senão o coração perdoa"
Guitarras e sanfonas
Jasmins, coqueiros, fontes
Sardinhas, mandioca
Num suave azulejo
E o rio Amazonas
Que corre trás-os-montes
E numa pororoca
Deságua no Tejo
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um império colonial
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um império colonial
Oh, musa do meu fado
Oh, minha mãe gentil
Te deixo consternado
No primeiro abril
Mas não sê tão ingrata
Não esquece quem te amou
E em tua densa mata
Se perdeu e se encontrou
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
"Sabe, no fundo eu sou um sentimental
Todos nós herdamos no sangue lusitano uma boa dosagem de lirismo ( além da sífilis, é claro)
Mesmo quando as minhas mãos estão ocupadas em torturar, esganar, trucidar
Meu coração fecha os olhos e sinceramente chora..."
Com avencas na caatinga
Alecrins no canavial
Licores na moringa
Um vinho tropical
E a linda mulata
Com rendas do alentejo
De quem numa bravata
Arrebata um beijo
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
"Meu coração tem um sereno jeito
E as minhas mãos o golpe duro e presto
De tal maneira que, depois de feito
Desencontrado, eu mesmo me contesto
Se trago as mãos distantes do meu peito
É que há distância entre intenção e gesto
E se o meu coração nas mãos estreito
Me assombra a súbita impressão de incesto
Quando me encontro no calor da luta
Ostento a aguda empunhadora à proa
Mas meu peito se desabotoa
E se a sentença se anuncia bruta
Mais que depressa a mão cega executa
Pois que senão o coração perdoa"
Guitarras e sanfonas
Jasmins, coqueiros, fontes
Sardinhas, mandioca
Num suave azulejo
E o rio Amazonas
Que corre trás-os-montes
E numa pororoca
Deságua no Tejo
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um império colonial
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um império colonial
sábado, outubro 06, 2007
Música da Semana
Unforgettable - Nat King & Natalie Cole
Unforgettable, thats what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more
Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, thats how youll stay
Thats why, darling, its incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too
Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, thats how youll stay
Thats why, darling, its incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too
Unforgettable, thats what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more
Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, thats how youll stay
Thats why, darling, its incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too
Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, thats how youll stay
Thats why, darling, its incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too
terça-feira, setembro 18, 2007
Música da Semana
Wuthering Heights - Kate Bush
[cover by Ukulele Orchestra Of Great Britain]
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window.
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love,
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.
Too long I roamed in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights,
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I'm so cold,
let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I'm so cold,
let me in-a-your window.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window.
[cover by Ukulele Orchestra Of Great Britain]
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window.
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love,
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.
Too long I roamed in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights,
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I'm so cold,
let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I'm so cold,
let me in-a-your window.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window.
sábado, agosto 18, 2007
Música da Semana
The Beatles - When I'm Sixty-Four
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the isle of wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera chuck & dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
When i'm sixty-four
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the isle of wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera chuck & dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
When i'm sixty-four
terça-feira, julho 24, 2007
Música da Semana
Don McLean
Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
segunda-feira, julho 16, 2007
Música da Semana
David Gray - Please forgive me
Please forgive me
If I act alittle strange
For I know not what I do.
Feels like lightning running through my veins
Everytime I look at you
Everytime I look at you
Help me out here
All my words are falling short
And theres so much I want to say
Want to tell you just how good it feels
When you look at me that way
When you look at me that way
Throw a stone and watch the ripples flow
Moving out across the bay
Like a stone I fall into your eyes
Deep into some mystery
Deep into that mystery
I got half a mind to scream out loud
I got half a mind to die
So I wont ever have to lose you girl
Wont ever have to say goodbye
I wont ever have to lie
Wont ever have to say goodbye
Please forgive me
If I act alittle strange
For I know not what I do.
Feels like lightning running through my veins
Everytime I look at you
Everytime I look at you
Help me out here
All my words are falling short
And theres so much I want to say
Want to tell you just how good it feels
When you look at me that way
When you look at me that way
Throw a stone and watch the ripples flow
Moving out across the bay
Like a stone I fall into your eyes
Deep into some mystery
Deep into that mystery
I got half a mind to scream out loud
I got half a mind to die
So I wont ever have to lose you girl
Wont ever have to say goodbye
I wont ever have to lie
Wont ever have to say goodbye
segunda-feira, julho 09, 2007
domingo, junho 03, 2007
terça-feira, maio 22, 2007
segunda-feira, abril 30, 2007
Música da Semana
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Julie London - Cry me a river
[V for Vendetta OST]
Now you say you're lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Now you say you're sorry
For bein' so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
Julie London - Cry me a river
[V for Vendetta OST]
Now you say you're lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Now you say you're sorry
For bein' so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
terça-feira, abril 17, 2007
Música da Semana
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Clint Mansell - Lux Aeterna
Clint Mansell - Lux Aeterna
Esta música faz parte da Banda Sonora do filme Requiem for a Dream.
Um excerto remisturado foi utilizado no trailer do filme The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.
Um excerto foi utilizado no trailer do filme Sunshine.
Um excerto remisturado foi utilizado no trailer do filme The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.
Um excerto foi utilizado no trailer do filme Sunshine.
domingo, março 18, 2007
Música da Semana
Mika - Billy Brown
Oh Billy Brown had lived an ordinary life.
Two kids, a dog, and a cautionary wife.
While it was all going according to plan
Then Billy Brown fell in love with another man.
He met his lover almost every single day
Making excuses through his (dodly) holiday
(Unto religion that he said and duty found
They didn’t know his faith was (earthlic) bound)
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Don’t let the stars get you down.
Don’t let the waves let you drown.
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Gonna pick you up like a paper cup.
Gonna shake the water out of every nook.
Oh Billy Brown.
Oh Billy Brown needed a place, somewhere to go.
He found an island off the coast of Mexico
Leaving his lover and his family behind.
Oh Billy Brown needed to find some peace of mind.
And on his journey and his travels on the way,
He met a girlie who was brave enough to say,
When they made love he shared the burden of his mind.
Oh Billy Brown you are a victim of the times.
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Don’t let the stars get you down.
Don’t let the waves let you drown.
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Gonna pick you up like a paper cup.
Gonna shake the water out of every nook.
Oh Billy Brown.
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Gonna pick you up like a paper cup.
Gonna shake the water out of every nook.
Oh Billy Brown.
Oh Billy Brown had lived an ordinary life.
Two kids, a dog, and a cautionary wife.
While it was all going according to plan
Then Billy Brown fell in love with another man
Oh Billy Brown had lived an ordinary life.
Two kids, a dog, and a cautionary wife.
While it was all going according to plan
Then Billy Brown fell in love with another man.
He met his lover almost every single day
Making excuses through his (dodly) holiday
(Unto religion that he said and duty found
They didn’t know his faith was (earthlic) bound)
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Don’t let the stars get you down.
Don’t let the waves let you drown.
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Gonna pick you up like a paper cup.
Gonna shake the water out of every nook.
Oh Billy Brown.
Oh Billy Brown needed a place, somewhere to go.
He found an island off the coast of Mexico
Leaving his lover and his family behind.
Oh Billy Brown needed to find some peace of mind.
And on his journey and his travels on the way,
He met a girlie who was brave enough to say,
When they made love he shared the burden of his mind.
Oh Billy Brown you are a victim of the times.
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Don’t let the stars get you down.
Don’t let the waves let you drown.
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Gonna pick you up like a paper cup.
Gonna shake the water out of every nook.
Oh Billy Brown.
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Gonna pick you up like a paper cup.
Gonna shake the water out of every nook.
Oh Billy Brown.
Oh Billy Brown had lived an ordinary life.
Two kids, a dog, and a cautionary wife.
While it was all going according to plan
Then Billy Brown fell in love with another man
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