Radiohead - High and Dry

 High and Dry - Radiohead

Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy
Flyin' on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop
You broke another mirror, you're turning into something you are not

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world
all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you, you will be the one screaming out

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Oh, it's the best thing that you've ever had
The best thing that you've ever, ever had
It's the best thing that you've ever had
The best thing you've had has gone away

So don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry

Olivia Newton John

Hopelessly Devoted To You

Guess mine is not the first heart broken,
my eyes are not the first to cry I'm not the first to know,
there's just no gettin' over you
Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around
and wait for you
But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else
for me to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you
My head is saying "fool, forget him",
my heart is saying "don't let go"
Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you

#diadobeijo

Quotes From When Luke and Lorelai Share Their First Kiss Luke: I'm not a mysterious man, am I? Lorelai: Well, the wardrobe's a bit of a head scratcher. Luke: You know the last time I bought someone flowers? Never! That's when! Very easy stat to remember! Lorelai: I loved the flowers! Luke: And when I walked you home after the wedding, there was a moment. I thought there was a moment. Lorelai: There was! There was a moment. (Luke gazes at Lorelai, then moves closer) Lorelai: What are you doing? Luke: Will you just stand still? (He gathers her in his arms and they kiss. Lorelai pulls away, then moves back closer to Luke.) Luke: What are you doing? Lorelai: Will you just stand still? (She holds his face as she kisses him, Luke's arms wrap around her as they kiss. She pulls away again. As they gaze at each other, Luke grasps her waist and pulls her back.)

#CazuzaDay

Faz Parte Do Meu Show

Cazuza

Composição : Cazuza / Renato Ladeira

Te pego na escola e encho a tua bola com todo o meu amor
Te levo pra festa e testo o teu sexo com ar de professor
Faço promessas malucas tão curtas quanto um sonho bom
Se eu te escondo a verdade, baby, é pra te proteger da solidão
Faz parte do meu show
Faz parte do meu show, meu amor
Confundo as tuas coxas com as de outras moças
Te mostro toda a dor
Te faço um filho
Te dou outra vida pra te mostrar quem sou
Vago na lua deserta das pedras do Arpoador
Digo 'alô' ao inimigo
Encontro um abrigo no peito do meu traidor
Faz parte do meu show
Faz parte do meu show, meu amor
Invento desculpas, provoco uma briga, digo que não estou
Vivo num 'clip' sem nexo
Um pierrot retrocesso
meio bossa nova e 'rock'n roll'
Faz parte do meu show
Faz parte do meu show, meu amor
Meu amor, meu amor, meu amor...

#CazuzaDay

Um Trem Para as Estrelas

Cazuza

Composição : Cazuza e Gilberto Gil

São 7 horas da manhã
Vejo Cristo da janela
O sol já apagou sua luz
E o povo lá embaixo espera
Nas filas dos pontos de ônibus
Procurando aonde ir
São todos seus cicerones
Correm pra não desistir
Dos seus salários de fome
É a esperança que eles tem
Neste filme como extras
Todos querem se dar bem
Num trem pras estrelas
Depois dos navios negreiros
Outras correntezas
Estranho o teu Cristo, Rio
Que olha tão longe, além
Com os braços sempre abertos
Mas sem protejer ninguém
Eu vou forrar as paredes
Do meu quarto de miséria
Com manchetes de jornal
Pra ver que não é nada sério
Eu vou dar o meu desprezo
Pra você que me ensinou
Que a tristeza é uma maneira
Da gente se salvar depois
Num trem pras estrelas
Depois dos navios negreiros
Outras correntezas

#CazuzaDay

Todo Amor que Houver Nessa Vida

Cazuza

Composição : Frejat/ Cazuza

Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranqüilo
Com sabor de fruta mordida
Nós na batida, no embalo da rede
Matando a sede na saliva
Ser teu pão, ser tua comida
Todo amor que houver nessa vida
E algum trocado pra dar garantia
E ser artista no nosso convívio
Pelo inferno e céu de todo dia
Pra poesia que a gente não vive
Transformar o tédio em melodia
Ser teu pão, ser tua comida
Todo amor que houver nessa vida
E algum veneno antimonotonia
E se eu achar a tua fonte escondida
Te alcanço em cheio, o mel e a ferida
E o corpo inteiro como um furacão
Boca, nuca, mão e a tua mente não
Ser teu pão, ser tua comida
Todo amor que houver nessa vida
E algum remédio que me dê alegria

#CazuzaDay

Preciso Dizer Que Eu Te Amo

Cazuza

Composição : Bebel Gilberto / Cazuza / Dé

Quando a gente conversa
Contando casos, besteiras
Tanta coisa em comum
Deixando escapar segredos
E eu não sei que hora dizer
Me dá um medo, que medo
É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo
Te ganhar ou perder sem engano
É, eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto
E até o tempo passa arrastado
Só pra eu ficar do teu lado
Você me chora dores de outro amor
Se abre e acaba comigo
E nessa novela eu não quero
Ser teu amigo
É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo
Te ganhar ou perder sem engano
É, eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto
Eu já nem sei se eu tô misturando
Eu perco o sono
Lembrando em cada riso teu
Qualquer bandeira
Fechando e abrindo a geladeira
A noite inteira
Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo
Te ganhar ou perder sem engano
Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto

#CazuzaDay

Blues da Piedade

Cazuza

Composição : Roberto Frejat/Cazuza

Agora eu vou cantar pros miseráveis
Que vagam pelo mundo derrotados
Pra essas sementes mal plantadas
Que já nascem com cara de abortadas
Pras pessoas de alma bem pequena
Remoendo pequenos problemas
Querendo sempre aquilo que não têm
Pra quem vê a luz
Mas não ilumina suas minicertezas
Vive contando dinheiro
E não muda quando é lua cheia
Pra quem não sabe amar
Fica esperando
Alguém que caiba no seu sonho
Como varizes que vão aumentando
Como insetos em volta da lâmpada
Vamos pedir piedade
Senhor, piedade
Pra essa gente careta e covarde
Vamos pedir piedade
Senhor, piedade
Lhes dê grandeza e um pouco de coragem
Quero cantar só para as pessoas fracas
Que tão no mundo e perderam a viagem
Quero cantar o blues
Com o pastor e o bumbo na praça
Vamos pedir piedade
Pois há um incêndio sob a chuva rala
Somos iguais em desgraça
Vamos cantar o blues da piedade
Vamos pedir piedade
Senhor, piedade
Pra essa gente careta e covarde
Vamos pedir piedade
Senhor, piedade
Lhes dê grandeza e um pouco de coragem

Eloisa to Abelard

In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?
Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?
Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?
Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came,
And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.
Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,
Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:
O write it not, my hand — the name appears
Already written — wash it out, my tears!
In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,
Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys.
Relentless walls! whose darksome round contains
Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains:
Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn;
Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn!
Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep,
And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep!
Though cold like you, unmov'd, and silent grown,
I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part,
Still rebel nature holds out half my heart;
Nor pray'rs nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain,
Nor tears, for ages, taught to flow in vain.
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Oh name for ever sad! for ever dear!
Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.
I tremble too, where'er my own I find,
Some dire misfortune follows close behind.
Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,
Led through a sad variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in thy bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,
There died the best of passions, love and fame.
Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join
Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away;
And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare,
Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r;
No happier task these faded eyes pursue;
To read and weep is all they now can do.
Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires,
The virgin's wish without her fears impart,
Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.
Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day,
Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.
Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?
Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love.
Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran,
Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man.
Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee.
How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said,
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies,
Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,
August her deed, and sacred be her fame;
Before true passion all those views remove,
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
The jealous God, when we profane his fires,
Those restless passions in revenge inspires;
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for aught but love alone.
Should at my feet the world's great master fall,
Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all:
Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;
No, make me mistress to the man I love;
If there be yet another name more free,
More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Oh happy state! when souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature, law:
All then is full, possessing, and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be)
And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Alas, how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise!
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Where, where was Eloise? her voice, her hand,
Her poniard, had oppos'd the dire command.
Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain;
The crime was common, common be the pain.
I can no more; by shame, by rage suppress'd,
Let tears, and burning blushes speak the rest.
Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day,
When victims at yon altar's foot we lay?
Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell,
When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell?
As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil,
The shrines all trembl'd, and the lamps grew pale:
Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd,
And saints with wonder heard the vows I made.
Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew,
Not on the Cross my eyes were fix'd, but you:
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,
And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe;
Those still at least are left thee to bestow.
Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie,
Still drink delicious poison from thy eye,
Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd;
Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.
Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize,
With other beauties charm my partial eyes,
Full in my view set all the bright abode,
And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Ah, think at least thy flock deserves thy care,
Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
From the false world in early youth they fled,
By thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led.
You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the desert smil'd,
And Paradise was open'd in the wild.
No weeping orphan saw his father's stores
Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors;
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n:
But such plain roofs as piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
In these lone walls (their days eternal bound)
These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd,
Where awful arches make a noonday night,
And the dim windows shed a solemn light;
Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray,
And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day.
But now no face divine contentment wears,
'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears.
See how the force of others' pray'rs I try,
(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!)
But why should I on others' pray'rs depend?
Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend!
Ah let thy handmaid, sister, daughter move,
And all those tender names in one, thy love!
The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd
Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind,
The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills,
The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,
The dying gales that pant upon the trees,
The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze;
No more these scenes my meditation aid,
Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,
Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves,
Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws
A death-like silence, and a dread repose:
Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene,
Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green,
Deepens the murmur of the falling floods,
And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Yet here for ever, ever must I stay;
Sad proof how well a lover can obey!
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;
And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain,
Here all its frailties, all its flames resign,
And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,
Confess'd within the slave of love and man.
Assist me, Heav'n! but whence arose that pray'r?
Sprung it from piety, or from despair?
Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires,
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought;
I mourn the lover, not lament the fault;
I view my crime, but kindle at the view,
Repent old pleasures, and solicit new;
Now turn'd to Heav'n, I weep my past offence,
Now think of thee, and curse my innocence.
Of all affliction taught a lover yet,
'Tis sure the hardest science to forget!
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence?
How the dear object from the crime remove,
Or how distinguish penitence from love?
Unequal task! a passion to resign,
For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine.
Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
How often must it love, how often hate!
How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
Conceal, disdain — do all things but forget.
But let Heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd;
Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd!
Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue,
Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you.
Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he
Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.
Far other dreams my erring soul employ,
Far other raptures, of unholy joy:
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away,
Then conscience sleeps, and leaving nature free,
All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee.
Oh curs'd, dear horrors of all-conscious night!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
Provoking Daemons all restraint remove,
And stir within me every source of love.
I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms,
And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms.
I wake — no more I hear, no more I view,
The phantom flies me, as unkind as you.
I call aloud; it hears not what I say;
I stretch my empty arms; it glides away.
To dream once more I close my willing eyes;
Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise!
Alas, no more — methinks we wand'ring go
Through dreary wastes, and weep each other's woe,
Where round some mould'ring tower pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies;
Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise.
I shriek, start up, the same sad prospect find,
And wake to all the griefs I left behind.
For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain
A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain;
Thy life a long, dead calm of fix'd repose;
No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows.
Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow,
Or moving spirit bade the waters flow;
Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n,
And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n.
Come, Abelard! for what hast thou to dread?
The torch of Venus burns not for the dead.
Nature stands check'd; Religion disapproves;
Ev'n thou art cold — yet Eloisa loves.
Ah hopeless, lasting flames! like those that burn
To light the dead, and warm th' unfruitful urn.
What scenes appear where'er I turn my view?
The dear ideas, where I fly, pursue,
Rise in the grove, before the altar rise,
Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes.
I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee,
Thy image steals between my God and me,
Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear,
With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear.
When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll,
And swelling organs lift the rising soul,
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight,
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight:
In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd,
While altars blaze, and angels tremble round.
While prostrate here in humble grief I lie,
Kind, virtuous drops just gath'ring in my eye,
While praying, trembling, in the dust I roll,
And dawning grace is op'ning on my soul:
Come, if thou dar'st, all charming as thou art!
Oppose thyself to Heav'n; dispute my heart;
Come, with one glance of those deluding eyes
Blot out each bright idea of the skies;
Take back that grace, those sorrows, and those tears;
Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs;
Snatch me, just mounting, from the blest abode;
Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God!
No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.
Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign;
Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!)
Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!
Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly fair!
Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care!
Fresh blooming hope, gay daughter of the sky!
And faith, our early immortality!
Enter, each mild, each amicable guest;
Receive, and wrap me in eternal rest!
See in her cell sad Eloisa spread,
Propp'd on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead.
In each low wind methinks a spirit calls,
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around,
From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound.
"Come, sister, come!" (it said, or seem'd to say)
"Thy place is here, sad sister, come away!
Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd,
Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid:
But all is calm in this eternal sleep;
Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep,
Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear:
For God, not man, absolves our frailties here."
I come, I come! prepare your roseate bow'rs,
Celestial palms, and ever-blooming flow'rs.
Thither, where sinners may have rest, I go,
Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic glow:
Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay,
And smooth my passage to the realms of day;
See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul!
Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand,
The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand,
Present the cross before my lifted eye,
Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!
It will be then no crime to gaze on me.
See from my cheek the transient roses fly!
See the last sparkle languish in my eye!
Till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er;
And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more.
O Death all-eloquent! you only prove
What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love.
Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy,
(That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy)
In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd,
Bright clouds descend, and angels watch thee round,
From op'ning skies may streaming glories shine,
And saints embrace thee with a love like mine.
May one kind grave unite each hapless name,
And graft my love immortal on thy fame!
Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er,
When this rebellious heart shall beat no more;
If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings
To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs,
O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads,
And drink the falling tears each other sheds;
Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd,
"Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!"
From the full choir when loud Hosannas rise,
And swell the pomp of dreadful sacrifice,
Amid that scene if some relenting eye
Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie,
Devotion's self shall steal a thought from Heav'n,
One human tear shall drop and be forgiv'n.
And sure, if fate some future bard shall join
In sad similitude of griefs to mine,
Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more;
Such if there be, who loves so long, so well;
Let him our sad, our tender story tell;
The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost;
He best can paint 'em, who shall feel 'em most.

The Man I Love 

Billie Holiday, Dinah Washington

Someday he'll come along, The man I love
And he'll be big and strong, The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand
Then in a little while, He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday,
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home, That's meant for two
From which I'll never roam, Who would, would you
And so all else above
I'm dreaming of the man I love

PS: aconselho ouvirem a versão da Lisa Hannigan também!

Wrong
Everything But The Girl

 I wanted everything for a little while
Why shouldn't I
I wanted to know what it was like
I pushed you too far
And you started laying down the law
Til I didn't love you anymore

Chorus:

Now you can pull a little bit
And there's a little give and take
And love will stretch a little bit
But finally it's gonna break
Wherever you go I will follow you
'Cause I was wrong
Wherever you go I will follow you
'Cause I was wrong

So there we both were in that little house
Just hanging out
You didn't know what you were about
And you turned to me as you were
Threading daisies on a chain
You said it's decision time again

(Repeat Chorus)

And the ground's gonna swallow you
I was wrong
'Cause I was wrong
I wanted everything for a little while
Why shouldn't I
I wanted to know what he was like

(Repeat Chorus)

Wherever you go I will follow you
'Cause I was wrong

Feels Like The First Time

Corinne Bailey Rae

I could pretend that I was okay
I wind around the parties, drink in hand
I could pretend when you went away
That I had changed and I no longer hear the band
But I won't lie
I found a love
I had to rediscover
I was emotionally scarred we could not get it away
There are times when it breaks and I feel amazed
Feels just like the first time when you kiss me, my lover
Angels in the sky will descend on our love
And it's hard to deny what is happening
Although we talk, talk, talk on the telephone
We laugh, laugh, laugh at the things we know
I've been a soldier for much too long
I'd willingly surrender all my arms
If you decided you won't be long
I'd wait here patient for you
Look for you every morning
Had this love
These were sparks
We tried to push it on but
I was afraid of the dark
We could not get it away
Never mind what they say
I would feel the same
Feels just like the first time when you kiss me, my lover
Angels in the sky will descend on our love
And it's hard to describe what is happening
Although we talk, talk, talk on the telephone
We laugh, laugh, laugh at the things you know
If I could choose then my heart would be in it,
My charms would be in it,
My love would be in it
Feels just like the first time when you kiss me, my lover
Angels in the sky will descend on our love
And it's hard to describe what is happening
Although we talk, talk, talk on the telephone
We laugh, laugh, laugh at the things you know

A mistake, Fiona Apple

Lá se vão 10 anos que escuto incessantemente Fiona Apple. Contrariando a tudo e a todos ela continua sendo a minha voz favorita, a minha sonwriter favorita e eu espero que em 2011 a gente possa ver mais uma trabalho da cantora. Para comemorar o fato de que ela está para lançar um novo álbum aqui vai uma letra dela que pra variar, eu amo.

"A Mistake"

I'm gonna make a mistake
I'm gonna do it on purpose
I'm gonna waste my time
'Cause I'm full as a tick
And I'm scratching at the surface
And what I find is mine
And when the day is done, and I look back
And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
All the advice I shunned, and I ran
Where they told me not to run, but I sure
Had fun, so
I'm gonna f*** it up again
I'm gonna do another detour
Unpave my path
And if you wanna make sense
Whatcha looking at me for
I'm no good at math
And when I find my way back,
The fact is I just may stay, or I may not
I've acquired quite a taste
For a wellmade mistake
I wanna mistake why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why
Do I wanna do right, of course but
Do I really wanna feel I'm forced to
Answer you, hell no
I've acquired quite a taste
For a wellmade mistake, I wanna
Make a mistake, why can't I make a mistake
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why

I'd Do It All Again

Corinne Bailey Rae

Ooh, you’re searching for something I know, won’t make you happy
Ooh, you’re thirsting for something I know, won’t make you happy
Ooh, you did it all again, you broke another skin
It’s hard to believe this time, hard to believe
That my heart, my heart’s an open door
You got all you came for, baby
So weary, someone to love is bigger than your pride’s worth
Is bigger than the pain you got for it hurts
And out runs all of the sadness
It’s terrifying, life, through the darkness
And I’d do it all again, I’d do it all again
I’d do it all again, I’d do it all again
You try sometimes but it won’t stop
You got my heart and my head’s lost, ooh yeah
I’ve been burning down these candles for love, for love
So weary, someone to love is bigger than your pride
Ooh, someone to love, mm, someone to love
Someone to love
Ooh, you’re searching for something I know, won’t make you happy
Ooh

Corinne Bailey Rae - Closer

Closer
Corinne Bailey Rae


I don't want to give you up                    
I don't want to hold you up
I don't want ambiguous
I just know that i've had enough
I want you to travel with me
Let loose and let your mind go free...show you things that you've never seen
You just go to go with me
Ohhh

[chorus]
Your love is so good that i want to show you
Don't make me responsible, for something you that can't find
Ohhh
Your loving is so good, so good, the closer
I want it, i want it
Into me
I want it, i want it,
Leave it here
I want to get closer to you baby
Experience...
I want it, i want it
Generous...
Lay down what's impeding you
Cause i want to get closer to you

[verse 2]
I don't want to give you up
I'm tired of the pull and push
I"m tired of the making love
Don't you feel like you've had enough
I want you to journey with me, explore all the innocence
I don't mind us to build tension but we've got to move in the same direction

[repeat chorus]

You just got to go with me...

[repeat chorus x2]

Poema Mau Humorado

por bagadefente

assim como a vida é
um caminho para quem vai
a ironia é uma máscara anti-bélica
é uma pomba espatifada na calçada
esferográfica atropelada na estrada
é a tristeza do riso interrompido
                    numa tarde molhada
são paredes reais &m sonhos híbridos
       pedras flácidas, voláteis
cães cegos em aquários por calçadas nuas
são três riscos negros de lua
é o silêncio & a ironia
      fantasmas constantes, hegemonia
      puro desespero & fra(n)ca apatia
falsos vasos sem flores & com sangria
      por isso, meu amor
      por favor me deixe
com meu subjetivo & singelo
                                       sincero,
mau humor.

(tirado daqui http://www.nada.art.br/nada/palavras/poema-mau-humorado)

A girl and her great-grandfather

Today we celebrate thee.

Groove Armada - Look me in the eye sister

POEMINHA AMOROSO

Cora Coralina

Este é um poema de amor
tão meigo, tão terno, tão teu...
É uma oferenda aos teus momentos
de luta e de brisa e de céu...
E eu,
quero te servir a poesia
numa concha azul do mar
ou numa cesta de flores do campo.
Talvez tu possas entender o meu amor.
Mas se isso não acontecer,
não importa.
Já está declarado e estampado
nas linhas e entrelinhas
deste pequeno poema,
o verso;
o tão famoso e inesperado verso que
te deixará pasmo, surpreso, perplexo...
eu te amo, perdoa-me, eu te amo..."

Give me what I want and give it to me now.

Give me what i want
And give it to me now!
Don't be such a holy cow,
Everybody knows that
You can't make it happen!


Give me what i want
And give it to me now!
Don't be such a greedy sow
Everybody knows that
You have never been down!


Especially after
Never having been there


I'm the one who has
And i will tell you this,  
With a biblical kiss,
I will eat you your folks
And your kids for breakfast!


I'm the one who has
And i will tell you this,
That i would never wish
Death upon you your cats
And your throw cushions on christmas!


Especially after
Never having really
Done anything at all,
You can't be the one
No you can't be!