Claude Monet - La stazione di Saint Lazare
terça-feira, 28 de setembro de 2010
domingo, 26 de setembro de 2010
Chromeo - Don't turn the lights on
There must be another way
When she's gone to a better place
And loneliness will hurt you if you can't get through the night
Then the moment starts to fade
And dawn is just an hour away
I feel she's watching over and it gets me through the night
It makes me wonder what you'd say
It's taking me back to the month of May
When I watched you do it (all night)
I'm thinking back to what we'd shared
In many ways I'm already there
And I watched you do it
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Another walk to take
Another lonesome evening spent without you there
And only those who hurt you
Will say patience is a virtue
And it's been so long
And I can't think about it
No, I can't figure it out
It's just the way you're feeling
Every time that you're appealing
Leaves no room for doubt
It makes me wonder what you'd say
It's taking me back to the month of may
When i watched you do it (all night)
I'm thinking back to what we'd shared
In many ways I'm already there
And I watched you do it
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark.
When she's gone to a better place
And loneliness will hurt you if you can't get through the night
Then the moment starts to fade
And dawn is just an hour away
I feel she's watching over and it gets me through the night
It makes me wonder what you'd say
It's taking me back to the month of May
When I watched you do it (all night)
I'm thinking back to what we'd shared
In many ways I'm already there
And I watched you do it
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Another walk to take
Another lonesome evening spent without you there
And only those who hurt you
Will say patience is a virtue
And it's been so long
And I can't think about it
No, I can't figure it out
It's just the way you're feeling
Every time that you're appealing
Leaves no room for doubt
It makes me wonder what you'd say
It's taking me back to the month of may
When i watched you do it (all night)
I'm thinking back to what we'd shared
In many ways I'm already there
And I watched you do it
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark
Don't turn the lights on
Cause tonight I want to see you in the dark.
sábado, 25 de setembro de 2010
Miami Horror - Echoplex
Gosto deste tema. Ele apresenta o disco de estreia dos Miami Horror, Illumination, editado este ano. Este quarteto vem dá Austrália e faz um interessante pop (electro-pop) com infinitas e nítidas influências dos anos 80.
sexta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2010
Ando a modos...
... que indignado com uma situação:
- Contaram-me na semana passada que, a colega de um primo de um amigo meu (este último, que por acaso é filho de um conhecido magnate do petróleo Jamaicano), requintada e simpática cidadã, usa no seu atarefado dia-a-dia um saco de mão, feito em plástico azul, com a seguinte e vistosa inscrição: Eu reciclo.
Até aqui, tudo bem, pois desde a Revolução de Abril, todos somos livres de usar seja o que for e da maneira que mais nos convenha. Como não há bela (e que espécimen) sem senão, dizem as más línguas que a dita, de tudo o que faz na sua vida, a única acção que contém a palavra mágica (dos 3 rrrrs) continua a ser o baloiçar, de forma vaidosa, da impressão no saco. É pena, pois a iniciativa é boa. Sim, eu sei que é triste não ter nada mais interessante para matar a cabeça...quinta-feira, 23 de setembro de 2010
Marc Chagall - Violoniste bleu
Marc Chagall - Violoniste bleu
Dedicado à pessoa que dá (e vai continuar a dar) sonoridade à minha vida.
Ainda aqui estou OL...
quarta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2010
Sonic Youth - Bull in the heather
Este é o primeiro tema que me vem à memória quando penso em rock sério e com estilo forte. Em 1994 sai Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star e este é o grande, grande single de apresentação. Os Sonic Youth são um dos poucos exemplos de longevidade sem perder de vista as origens. Que se mantenham de boa saúde...
terça-feira, 21 de setembro de 2010
O acto e a companhia...
How neatly a cat sleeps,
Sleeps with its paws and its posture,
Sleeps with its wicked claws,
And with its unfeeling blood,
Sleeps with ALL the rings a series
Of burnt circles which have formed
The odd geology of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
With all the fur of time,
With a tongue rough as flint,
With the dry sex of fire and
After speaking to no one,
Stretch myself over the world,
Over roofs and landscapes,
With a passionate desire
To hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
Would undulate, how the night flowed
Through it like dark water and at times,
It was going to fall or possibly
Plunge into the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
Like a tiger's great-grandfather,
And would leap in the darkness over
Rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night with
Episcopal ceremony and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams
Control the obscurity
Of our slumbering prowess
With your relentless heart
And the great ruff of your tail.
Sleeps with its paws and its posture,
Sleeps with its wicked claws,
And with its unfeeling blood,
Sleeps with ALL the rings a series
Of burnt circles which have formed
The odd geology of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
With all the fur of time,
With a tongue rough as flint,
With the dry sex of fire and
After speaking to no one,
Stretch myself over the world,
Over roofs and landscapes,
With a passionate desire
To hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
Would undulate, how the night flowed
Through it like dark water and at times,
It was going to fall or possibly
Plunge into the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
Like a tiger's great-grandfather,
And would leap in the darkness over
Rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night with
Episcopal ceremony and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams
Control the obscurity
Of our slumbering prowess
With your relentless heart
And the great ruff of your tail.
Pablo Neruda - Cat's Dream
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