segunda-feira, maio 29, 2006
Placebo ... um bom momento do concerto
Every You Every Me
Sucker love is heaven sent
You pucker up, our passion's spent
My heart's a tart, your body's rent
My body's broken, yours is bent
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed'
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Sucker love, a box I choose
No other box I choose to use
Another love I would abuse
No circumstances could excuse
In the shape of things to come
Too much poison come undone'
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Every me and every you
Every me, me
Sucker love is known to swing
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up for heavens sake
There's never been so much at stake
I serve my head up on a plate
It's only comfort, calling late
'Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Every me and every you
Every me, me
Every me and every you,
Every me, me
Like the naked leads the blindI
know I'm selfish, I'm unkind
Sucker love I always find
Someone to bruise and leave behind
All alone in space and time
There's nothing here but what here's mine
Something borrowed, something blue
Every me and every you
Every me and every you
Every me, me
O Melhor Gelado do Mundo...
Outra Fase das Nossas Vidas...
Onde é que foi?
A maturidade devia ser uma coisa tipo filme do Tarantino. Ora faz sentido ora não se adequa ao desenrolar da acção mas não tem qualquer importância. Uma amiga diz-me que isso é viver no mundo do la la la... e tem razão. Depois há aquele cliché de que os fortes se revelam nos momentos difíceis. Ou então que é necessário percorrer o caminho das pedras. Deixem-se de coisas. O forte não é superhomem e não dá para percorrer o caminho das pedras sempre descalço. “E lá se vai andando com cabeça entre as orelhas”.
Agora pergunto: como é que vivendo tudo a mil, precipitam o nosso amadurecimento como o dos vinhos da casa dos restaurantes que servem pratinhos ao almoço, aos senhores que trabalham das nove às cinco?
Tudo é instantâneo, tudo soa a falso, tudo cheira a cola. Tudo parece um teatro cujo fim depende do humor do encenador.
E pelo caminho perdem-se livros, músicas, pessoas...
Perco a palidez de outrora, perco o rubor envergonhado...
Perco a paciência, perco as estribeiras,
Perco a vontade de estar...
sexta-feira, maio 19, 2006
You Give Me Fever
Never know how much i love you
Never know how much i care
When you put your arms around me
I give you fever that's so hard to bare
You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever In the morning
Fever all through the night
Sun lights up the day time
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know i'm gonna treat you right
You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever In the morning
Fever all through the night
Everybodies got the fever
That is somethin you all know
Fever is'nt such a new thing
Fever start long ago
Romeo love Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said Julie baby your my flame
Now give me fever
When were kissin
Fever with that flame in you
Fever I'm a fire
Fever yeah i burn for you
Captain smith and pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said daddy oh don't you dare
He gives me fever
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever I'm his misses
Daddy won't you treat him right
Now you listened to my story
Here's the point that i have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it fair and have a sense of game
They give you fever
When you kiss them
Fever if you really learned
Fever Till you sizzlen
But what a lovely way to burn
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