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segunda-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2025

quinta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2025

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

segunda-feira, 22 de setembro de 2025

segunda-feira, 15 de setembro de 2025

quarta-feira, 10 de setembro de 2025

terça-feira, 26 de agosto de 2025

domingo, 24 de agosto de 2025

segunda-feira, 18 de agosto de 2025

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

sábado, 2 de agosto de 2025

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
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