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hazy cosmic jive

Didnt know what time it was the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin down some rock n roll lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren’t no d.j. that was hazy cosmic jive

There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds

There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
Cause he knows its all worthwhile

He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie


starman, david bowie on the itunes.

it’s all worthwhile, oh yes it is. :)

ps – sing along, look for a starman in the sky and wave your heads to the music.

all hands bury the dead.

should i try to hide
the way i feel inside
my heart for you?
would you say that you
would try to love me too?
in your mind could you ever be
really close to me?
i can tell the way you smile
if i feel that i could be certain then
i would say the things

i want to say tonight

but till i can see
that you’d really care for me

i will dream that someday you’ll be
really close to me
i can tell the way you smile
if i feel that i could be certain then
i would say the things
i want to say tonight

but till i can see
that you’d really care for me
i’ll keep trying to hide
the way i feel inside

i keep some movies around for whenever i get in that soft state of melancolic misery, between sadness and anxiety, not feeling like getting out of bed all day, waiting for someone to guess i need a hug to lift it all up. sounds familiar?
life aquatic with steve zissou” is one of those, for no special reason other than i really like the style of the movie, and specially the soundtrack and “seu jorge” with his bowie versions played against the sound of the sea waves on the boat.

today, this zombie’s song that plays on the burial of zissou’s son totally fits the gloominess.
bollocks.

mini-challenge

out of curiosity, how many albuns can you name on the new itunes commercial?

my terrible angel.

If every angel’s terrible
Then why do you welcome them
If every angel’s terrible
Then why do you welcome them
You provide the birdbath
I provide the skin
And bathing in the moonlight
I’m to tremble like a kitten
If blue eyed babes
Raised as hitler’s little brides and sons
They got angelic tendencies
Like some boys tend to act like queens
Oh if every angel’s terrible
Then why do you watch her sleep
You love to hear her sing
And wear purple eyes like rings
Well the flowers have no scent
And the child’s been miscarried
Oh every angel’s terrible
Said freud and rilke all the same
Rimbaud never paid them no mind
But jimmi morrison had his elevators
His elevators
He had his elevator angels
If every angel’s terrible
Why do you hide inside her
Like a child in a skirt
The supermarket’s loud and bright
And boy don’t she feel warm tonight
Boy don’t she feel warm tonight
Boy don’t she feel warm tonight
If every angel’s terrible…”

Cocorosie,Terrible angels

ah pois…

encontramo-nos no parque de estacionamento, de manhã, e esperamos uma pela outra, num acordo implícito e silencioso de companhia até à universidade, porque a meia hora de bicicleta faz-se mais rápido se houver alguém ao nosso lado…
ela desliga o leitor de mp3 para me dar atenção e continua a cantarolar “I’m so in love with yooooou, i’ll be forever bluuuuue”… e instintivamente continuei a música uns 50 metros, quando reparei que, efectivamente, tinha ao meu lado uma italiana a cantar música de um grupo português, em território holandês!
pronto, com o orgulho patriótico um bocadinho maior (que julgo que só se nota durante as competições desportivas e quando emigramos), ambas concordamos que o david fonseca é giro e prosseguimos viagem. :)
tenho pena de não ter ouvido ainda nada do cd novo dele, mas aqui neste recanto sem tv é mais complicado…

tout doucement

Tout doux, tout doux, tout doucement
Toujours, tout doux, tout doucement
Comme ça
La vie c’est épatant

Tout doux, tout doux, tout doucement
Toujours, tout doux, tout doucement
Comme ça
La vie je la comprends

N’allez jamais trop vite
Vous aurez tout le temps
Attention à la dynamite
Prenez garde au volcan, à ces gens énervés
Qui ne savent pas aller

Tout doux, tout doux, tout doucement
Toujours, tout doux, tout doucement
Comme ça
En flânant gentiment

N’allez jamais trop vite
En aimant simplement
Pour avoir de la réussite
Soyez très très prudent
L’amour alors viendra
Se blottir dans vos bras

Tout doux, tout doux, tout doucement
Toujours, tout doux, tout doucement
Comme ça
En flânant gentiment
En souriant gentiment
En flânant gentiment
Tout doucement

feist

(até já! sim sim, desta é de vez… :P )

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uma nota pequenina para lembrar que hoje há masaya fantasista na rum (entrevista às 6 e pouco, no rum upload), mais logo no porto, no maus hábitos (com nel assassin e fuse) e amanhã à noite em braga de novo, no house caffe. apareçam!

ps – os exames já acabaram mas de cada vez que abro a página do público, há mais mortos em londres e incêndios em portugal… estou meia aparvalhada.