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quarta-feira, 1 de outubro de 2025

Janis Ian - Stars (live 1974)


I was never one for singingwhat I really feelExcept tonight, I'm bringingeverything I know that's real
Stars, they come and goThey come fast or slowThey go like the last lightof the sun, all in a blazeand all you see is gloryBut it gets lonely therewhen there's no one here to shareWe can shake it awayif you'll hear a story
People lust for fameLike athletes in a gamewe break our collarbonesand come up swingingSome of us are downedSome of us are crownedand some are lostand never foundBut most have seen it allThey live their lives insad cafes and music hallsThey always have a story
Some make it when they're youngbefore the world hasdone its dirty joband later on, someone will say"You've had your dayYou must make way"But they'll never know the painof living with a name you never ownedor the many years forgettingwhat you know too well
The ones who gave the crownhave been let downYou try to make amendswithout defending
Perhaps pretendingyou never saw the eyesof grown men of twenty fivethat followed as you walkedand asked for autographsor kissed you on the cheekand you never could believethey really loved you
Some make it when they're old(Perhaps they have a soulthey're not afraid to bareOr perhaps there's nothing there)
Some women have a bodymen will want to see,so they put it on displaySome people play a fine guitarI could listen to themplay all daySome ladies reallymove across a stageand gee, they sure can danceI guess I could learn howif I have it half a chance
but I always feel so funnywhen my body tries to soarand I seem to always worryabout missing the next chord
I guess there isn't anythingto put up on displayexcept the tunesand whatever else I sayAnyway, that isn't reallywhat I meant to sayI meant to tell a storyI live from day to day
Stars, they come and goThey come fast or slowThey go like the last lightof the sun, all in a blazeand all you see is gloryBut those who've seen it allthey live their livesin sad cafes and music hallswe always have a story
So if you don't lose patiencewith my fumbling around,I'll come up singing for youeven when I'm down

O Anti-Fado

 Perante as grandes verdades

Sou anticumplicidades
Rejeito as pontas e o meio
Sou do tipo antifeio
 
Sou anti-crime e anti-leis
Anti-história e antireis
Todo o saber um dia parte-se
Sou anti-Freud, sou o anti-Marx

Não há truque semiótico
Eu sou anti-patriótico
Faço o direito em cepa torta
Sou anti-basta e anti-corta
 
Anti-sol e quebra-gelos
Eu sou do anti-antipêlos
Sirvo a água menos pura
Sou antivida e anticura

Tás estúpido ou quê?
O teu cinismo nunca foi tão demodê
Eloquência para quê?
O pessimismo nunca foi tão demodê
 
O sexo é simples e é efémero
Eu sou do antigénero
Não sou pragmático nem estético
Sou imoral e antiético
 Não tenho margem nem verba
Não tenho cu para festas de merda
Faço a farra no meu ermitério
Anticómico e antisério

 
Ortografia não é literatura
Mas endireita a criança mais dura
A matemática sou eu que faço
Antideus e antiespaço

 
Não acredito em mentiras
Eu nunca vi maravilhas
Quando morrer e for queimado
Ainda vou ser o antifado

 
Tás estúpido ou quê?
O teu cinismo nunca foi tão demodê
Eloquência para quê?
O pessimismo nunca foi tão demodê
 
Tás estúpido ou quê?
O teu cinismo nunca foi tão demodê
Eloquência para quê?
O pessimismo nunca foi tão demodê
 
Tás estúpido?
Tás estúpido ou quê?
Tás estúpido?
Tás estúpido ou quê?

quinta-feira, 21 de agosto de 2025

“Como um sonho acordado” (Fausto), com Adolfo Luxúria Canibal


Como se a Terra corresse
Inteirinha atrás de mim
O medo ronda-me os sentidos
Por abaixo da minha pele
Ao esgueirar-se viscoso
Escorre pegajoso
E sai
Pelos meus poros
Pelos meus ais
Ele penetra-me nos ossos
Ao derramar-se sedento
Nas entranhas sinuosas
Entre as vísceras mordendo
Salta e espalha-se no ar
Vai e volta
Delirante
Tão delirante
É como um sonho acordado
Esse vulto besuntado
A revolver-se no lodo
A deslizar de uma larva
Emergindo lá no fundo
Tenho medo ó medo
Leva tudo é tudo teu
Mas deixa-me ir

Arrasta-me à côncava do fundo
Do grande lago da noite
Cruzando as grades de fogo
Entre o Céu e o Inferno
Até à boca escancarada
Esfaimada
Atrás de mim
Atrás de mim
É como um sonho acordado
Esses olhos no escuro
Das carpideiras viúvas
Pelo pai assassinado
Desventrado por seu filho
Que possuiu lascivo
A sua própria mãe
E sua amante

Meu amor quando eu morrer
Ó linda
Veste a mais garrida saia
Se eu vou morrer no mar alto
Ó linda
E eu quero ver-te na praia
Mas afasta-me essas vozes
Linda

Tens medo dos vivos
E dos mortos decepados
Pelos pés e pelas mãos
E p'lo pescoço e pelos peitos
Até ao fio do lombo
Como te tremem as carnes
Fernão Mendes

segunda-feira, 18 de agosto de 2025

Yes I said my name is Lee



''Yes I said my name is Lee
I murdered little Sadie in a first degree''


Little Sadie



Flatlands | Mark Lanegan


I want flatlandsI never cared about money and all its friendsI want flatlands
I want flatlandsI don't want precious stonesI never cared about anything you've ever owned
I want flatlandsI want simplicityI need your arms wrapped hard around me
I want open plains and scattered treesI want flower fieldsI want salty seas
I want flatlandsSoft and steady breezeBringing scents of lined-up orchard treesDripping heavy with pears and dancing leavesI want flatlandsWill you go there with me?
When it's said in the dark and you know it's always thereWhen it's dead in your heart but your mind is unafraidWhen it's said in the dark and you know it's never coming backWhen it's there in your heart in your mind you set it free

Canção de Mark Lanegan, 2013

domingo, 17 de agosto de 2025

Soneto da separação

Soneto da separação
Canção de António Carlos Jobim e Elis Regina


De repente do riso, fez-se o pranto
Silencioso e branco, como a bruma
E das bocas unidas, fez-se a espuma
E das mãos espalmadas, fez-se o espanto
De repente da calma, fez-se o vento
E dos olhos desfez a última chama
E da paixao, fez-se o pressentimento
E do momento imóvel, fez-se o drama

De repente, não mais que de repente
Fez-se de triste, o que se fez amante
E de sozinho, que se fez contente
Fez-se do amigo próximo, distante
Fez-se Davi duma aventura errante
De repente, não mais que de repente

Compositores: Marcus Vinicius Da Cruz De Mello Moraes / Antonio Carlos Brasileiro De Almeida Jobim

domingo, 27 de julho de 2025

Pulp - Tina


Tina
Pulp

Tina
Saw her this morning on the train
She's playing games
Sometimes she changes the colour of her hair
Or her skin
Does she still wear the T-shirt
With the horizontal stripes?
The one she wore
The night I almost spoke to her

Tina's always attentive to my needs
We're really good together
'Cause we never meet
Tina
Yes. Tonight I have been thinking about
Tina

Tina
Do you remember walking past me in the snow?
14 years ago
Or on the escalator last Saturday
You were wearing rainbow gloves
With matching socks
What a display
Of everyday sexuality

Although we've never spoken
Or exchanged e-mails
We got a strong connection
It just can't fail

Tina
Tina
Yes. Tonight I have been thinking about

Scenes from a marriage that never took place
Although I did once buy a ring
Yeah

Tina
There's tantalising and teasing
And I forgot what I was going to say to you
Oh, oh
Oh Tina
What are you like?

Tina
There is no alternative
But I got to live (You know)
And I ain't living on my own, oh, no
All those places we never met
Near misses
Your lipstick on my coffee cup

Screwing in a charity shop
On top of black bin bags
Full of donations
The smell of digestive biscuits in the air
Welcome back to Dreamland
We all know your name
T-I-N-A, still reads her book on the train

Tina
Tina
Tina
Well, tonight I have been thinking about
Tina

sexta-feira, 18 de julho de 2025

Atrás da porta | Canção de Elis Regina ‧ 1972


Quando olhaste bem nos olhos meusE o teu olhar era de adeusJuro que não acrediteiEu te estranhei, me debruceiSobre o teu corpo e duvideiE me arrastei e te arranheiE me agarrei nos teus cabelosNo teu peito, teu pijamaNos teus pés, ao pé da cama
Sem carinho, sem cobertaNo tapete atrás da portaReclamei baixinhoDei pra maldizer o nosso larPra sujar teu nome, te humilharE me vingar a qualquer preçoTe adorando pelo avessoPra mostrar que ainda sou tuaAté provar que ainda sou tua
Compositores: Francis Victor Walter Hime / Francisco Buarque De Hollanda

quinta-feira, 17 de julho de 2025

Let It Bleed



Well, we all need someone we can lean onAnd if you want it, you can lean on meYeah, we all need someone we can lean onAnd if you want it, you can lean on me
She said, my breasts, they will always be openBaby, you can rest your weary head right on meAnd there will always be a space in my parking lotWhen you need a little coke and sympathy
Yeah we all need someone we can dream onAnd if you want it baby, you can dream on meYeah, we all need someone we can cream onYeah and if you want to, you can cream on me
I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagementWhen you drunk my health in scented jasmine teaBut you knifed me in my dirty filthy basementWith that jaded, faded, junky nurse oh what pleasant company, ha
Though, we all need someone we can feel onYeah and if you want it, you can feel on me, heyTake my arm, take my legOh baby don't you take my headHoo
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed onYeah but if you want it, well you can bleed on meYeah, we all need someone we can bleed onYeah yeah and if you want it baby why don't yaYou can bleed on meAll over, hoo
Ah, get it on rider, hooGet it on riderGet it on riderYou can bleed all over me, yeahGet it on rider, hooGet it on rider, yeahYou can cream all over, you can come all over me, ahGet it on rider eyLet it out riderLet it out riderYou can come all over me
Get it on riderYou can come all over me, yeah
Get it on rider

segunda-feira, 7 de julho de 2025

Dia Útil


Você diz que me quer de dia útil,
Inútil me sinto quando estou só.
Perdoa amor meu jeito fútil,
Tristeza é um dom pra quem sabe chorar.
Em seu frenesi, não há espaço pra dúvida,
Meu jeito criança lhe criou rugas.
Quis escrever a letra mais vanguardista,
Pra tentar esconder meu amor ordinário.
Os seus beijos me fazem pensar que você não vai,
Mas seu toque me mostra, que você já foi, até mais.

segunda-feira, 23 de junho de 2025

Fausto - Atrás dos tempos outros tempos vêm



Eu pego na minha viola
e canto assim esta vida a correr
eu sei que é pouco e não consola
nem cozido à portuguesa há sequer
quem canta sempre se levanta
calados é que podemos cair
com vinho molha-se a garganta
se a lua nova está para subir
que atrás dos tempos vêm tempos
e outros tempos hão-de vir

Eu sei de histórias verdadeiras
umas belas outras tristes de assombrar
do marinheiro morto em terra
em luta por melhor vida no mar
da velha criada despedida
que enlouqueceu e se pôs a cantar
e do trapeiro da avenida
mal dormido se pôs a ouvir

que atrás dos tempos vêm tempos
e outros tempos hão-de vir

Sei vitórias e derrotas
nesta luta que vamos vencer
se quem trabalha não se esgota
tem seu salário sempre a descer
olha o polícia olha o talher
olha o preço da vida a subir
mas quem mal faz por mal espere
o tirano fez janela p´ra fugir

que atrás dos tempos vêm tempos
e outros tempos hão-de vir

Mas esse tempo que há-de vir
não se espera como a noite espera o dia
nasce da força de braços e pernas em harmonia
já basta tanta desgraça
que a gente tem no peito a cair
não é do povo nem da raça
mas do modo como vês o porvir

segunda-feira, 26 de maio de 2025

How Do You Sleep?

So Sgt. Pepper took you by surpriseYou better see right through that mother's eyeThose freaks was right when they said you was deadThe one mistake you made was in your head
Oh, how do you sleepOh, how do you sleep at night
You live with straights who tell you, you was kingJump when your momma tell you anythingThe only thing you done was yesterdayAnd since you're gone you're just another day
Oh, how do you sleepOh, how do you sleep at night
Oh, how do you sleepOh, how do you sleep at night
A pretty face may last a year or twoBut pretty soon they'll see what you can doThe sound you make is muzak to my earsYou must have learned something in all those years
Oh, how do you sleepOh, how do you sleep at night



domingo, 27 de abril de 2025

Bom Dia Tristeza


Bom dia, tristezaQue tarde, tristezaVocê veio hoje me verJá estava ficando até meio tristeDe estar tanto tempo longe de você
Se chegue, tristezaSe sente comigoAqui nesta mesa de barBeba do meu copoMe dê o seu ombroQue é para eu chorarChorar de tristezaTristeza de amar
Compositores: Vinicius De Moraes / Joao Rubinato

segunda-feira, 7 de abril de 2025

Father John Misty - The Ideal Husband




Julian, he's gonna take my files
Every woman that I've slept with
Every friendship I've neglected
Didn't call when grandma died
I spend my money getting drunk and high
I've done things unprotected
Proceeded to drive home wasted
Bought things to win over siblings
I've said awful things, such awful things
And now, now it's out
And now, now it's out
Julian, he's gonna take my files
Telling people jokes to shut them up
Resenting people that I love
Sleep in 'til two then doin' shit
Just stay in bed and later lie 'bout it
Obsessing over graying hair
Knowing just what people wanna hear
Binging on unearned attention
I've said awful things, such awful things
And now, now it's out
And now, now it's out
I came by at seven in the morning
Seven in the morning, seven in the morning
I came by at seven in the morning
I said, "Baby, I'm finally succumbing!"
Said something dumb like, "I'm tired of running
Tired of running, tired of running!"
Let's put a baby in the oven
Wouldn't I make the ideal husband?

segunda-feira, 31 de março de 2025

Father John Misty - She Cleans Up


I had a vision that Mary of Magdalene
Saw the future that awaits us just before Good Friday eve
Figured the wages of salvation were a little too steep
Said no one's fucking with my baby
Lord, and got armed to the teeth
Cleaning up
Cleaning up
Clean up
She cleans up
What is the one about the female alien
Scarlett drives the Scottish countryside inside of a white van
Oh, I dreamt about it last night, and it did my whole day in
Undid something man, I'm never gonna touch that shit again
Cleaning up
Clеaning up
She cleans up
Cleaning up
I know just how this thing еnds
Hallelujah, women, they got me confused with him, oh no
I get just how this thing ends
Hallelujah, baby, I know who butters my bread
"When was the accident?", well, I presume you mean
The condition of the silk kimono that didn't come cheap
Now, did you sit down in a crime scene?
Just don't look between your knees
Man, it's certainly a look, did she at least get the movie?
Cleaning up
Cleaning up
She cleans up
Cleaning up
Use your discretion, so I don't have to use mine
I spent a hundred bucks on gas, baby, let's just have a good time
How do you atone for your son now the rabbit's got the gun?
She ain't joining you for dinner, been on the menu too long
Cleaning up
Cleaning up
She cleans up
Cleaning up
I know just how this thing ends
Hallelujah, guess we gave the karmic wheel a spin, oh yeah
I know just how this thing ends
The aggrieved becomes aggressor and we do it all again
Take it from a demon who can say I've never said
Take it from a demon that the devil don't protect his friends
Take it from a demon, he'll never work in this town again
Take it from a demon, he'll make sure an angel goes down next
I know just how this thing ends
The misogynist's daughter made him rethink what he said
I know just how this thing ends
She has trouble reconciling pops with the things that she read
I know just how this thing ends
Hundred billion babies born every millennium, oh no
I know just how this thing ends
Man, I hope nobody messes with the wrong rejected men, oh
I know just how this thing ends
Sure your politics are perfect with the gun against your head
I know just how this thing ends
It's a good thing God gave us someone on whom we can depend to
Clean up

domingo, 30 de março de 2025

Chelsea Wolfe - Feral Love


Run from the light
Your eyes black like an animal
Deep in the water
I care for no one but the offspring of your mind
Run from the one who comes to find you
Wait for the night that comes to hide
Your eyes black like an animal
Black like an animal
Crossing the water
Lead them to die
We press for the water, press for the river, press for the rain
We press for the water, press for the river, press for the pain
We press for the water, we press for the water
We press for the water, we press for the water

domingo, 15 de dezembro de 2024

If He Had Changed My Name

Música de Nina Simone

I told Jesus it would be alright if He changed my name
I told Jesus it would be alright if He changed my name
I told Jesus it would be alright if He changed my name

And He told me that I would go hungry if He changed my name
And He told me that I would go hungry if He changed my name
Yes, He told me that I would go hungry if He changed my name

But I told Jesus it would be alright if He changed my name
I told Jesus it would be alright if He changed my name
So I told Him it would be alright and the world would hate me
That I would go hungry if He changed my name

Compositores: Robert Mac Gimsey






Lola Young - Messy


You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice
About how you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
Because I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my ass off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two, but hey
You can't even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out getting stoned at four o'clock
And then you come home to me?
And don't say hello 'cause I got high again and forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot


Compositores: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson

sábado, 17 de agosto de 2024

Valter Lobo - Oeste


Pontas soltas vão cair aos pésNum oeste onde eu não dançavaFoi o som, foi a luz em siFoi a sorte que eu não contava
Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo maisA música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-seSó de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo maisA música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Põe-se o sol, vem a lua, abro o peitoNo oeste teu somos valsasAmeaçou e atingiu a preceitoFoi queda sem um amparo
Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo maisA música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-seSó de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo maisA música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-seAi meu amor
Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo maisA música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-seSó de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo maisA música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo maisA música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-seSó de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo maisA música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-seAi meu amor
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