Se Quiserem Que Eu Tenha um Misticismo, Está Bem

Erik Satie (Complete Gnossiennes 1 - 7)

Alexandre O'Neill | O Poema Pouco Original do Medo

Lily (2011 Remastered Version)

Roda-Viva

Pro-Girl | Janis Ian

Insanity Comes Quietly To The Structured Mind

Janis Ian

She sits on a window still. Looking down, it's quite a thrill
Imagery, imagining what it is like to be dead
She walks out upon the ledge. Searching for the living end,
She wonders, wondering just what has changed in her head

Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my windowpane
See her face turn into rain

She prepares her face at last. Taking off the piece of glass
Wrapped 'round her eyes
She doesn't cry. She's very young
She's very bright to die

Then so quickly, she stands up. Takes her shoes off in a lump,
She lays them down; lately she has drowned
Checks to see her room is neat. Making sure her clothes are clean,
Dying - death and dirty clothing puts you down

Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my windowpane
See her face turn into rain

Then so quickly she stands up. Crouches low, prepares to jump
Quite properly, pretending she's in gym shooting a basketball
Floating downward through the air. Remembering the state of her hair,
She falls, and nobody hears it at all

Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my windowpane
See her face turn into rain

Yes, dawn coming through the rain, it has washed her mind away
I went ahead and made my bed. Nothing really need be said
But she's dead
You can have it cause I don't want it
If you want it you can have it
I can't take it, I'm falling, I'm calling
Please, please help me, please help me

Janis Ian - Stars (live 1974)

Tempo 116.7 (Reaching for dangerous levels of sobriety)

Tom Jobim | Inédito (Álbum Completo)

Tyler Childers - Long Violent History

The Marías - Heavy

Mon Laferte - Femme Fatale

Cat Power - Let Sadness Not Be Attached To Your Name

The Marías - Superclean, Vol. II (full album)

La Niña de los Peines - Quisiera yo renegar (Petenera)

ROSALÍA - Berghain (Official Video) feat. Björk & Yves Tumor

Lucky Number Nine

Janis Ian - Stars (live 1974)

I was never one for singing
what I really feel
Except tonight, I'm bringing
everything I know that's real

Stars, they come and go
They come fast or slow
They go like the last light
of the sun, all in a blaze
and all you see is glory
But it gets lonely there
when there's no one here to share
We can shake it away
if you'll hear a story

People lust for fame
Like athletes in a game
we break our collarbones
and come up swinging
Some of us are downed
Some of us are crowned
and some are lost
and never found
But most have seen it all
They live their lives in
sad cafes and music halls
They always have a story

Some make it when they're young
before the world has
done its dirty job
and later on, someone will say
"You've had your day
You must make way"
But they'll never know the pain
of living with a name you never owned
or the many years forgetting
what you know too well

The ones who gave the crown
have been let down
You try to make amends
without defending

Perhaps pretending
you never saw the eyes
of grown men of twenty five
that followed as you walked
and asked for autographs
or kissed you on the cheek
and you never could believe
they really loved you

Some make it when they're old
(Perhaps they have a soul
they're not afraid to bare
Or perhaps there's nothing there)

Some women have a body
men will want to see,
so they put it on display
Some people play a fine guitar
I could listen to them
play all day
Some ladies really
move across a stage
and gee, they sure can dance
I guess I could learn how
if I have it half a chance

but I always feel so funny
when my body tries to soar
and I seem to always worry
about missing the next chord

I guess there isn't anything
to put up on display
except the tunes
and whatever else I say
Anyway, that isn't really
what I meant to say
I meant to tell a story
I live from day to day

Stars, they come and go
They come fast or slow
They go like the last light
of the sun, all in a blaze
and all you see is glory
But those who've seen it all
they live their lives
in sad cafes and music halls
we always have a story

So if you don't lose patience
with my fumbling around,
I'll come up singing for you
even when I'm down

Sarah Was Ninety Years Old