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sexta-feira, maio 30, 2003
I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Vou carregar esse disco comigo hoje o dia todo. Como se fosse aquele manipanso que não tenho. Sunday Morning Sunday morning, praise the dawning It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning and I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning, Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning *** I'll be your mirror I'll be your mirror Reflect what you are, in case you don't know I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you're home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I find it hard to believe you don't know The beauty that you are But if you don't let me be your eyes A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I'll be your mirror Femme Fatale Here she comes, you better watch your step She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) You're put down in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start, you're already beat She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks quarta-feira, maio 28, 2003
the perfect drug trent reznor i got my head, but my head is unraveling can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's traveling i got my heart but my heart is no good and you're the only one that's understood i come along but i don't know where you're taking me i shouldn't go but you're reaching back and shaking me turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky the more i give to you, the more i die and i want you and i want you and i want you and i want you you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug you make me hard, when i'm all soft inside i see the truth, when i'm all stupid eyed the arrow goes straight through my heart without you everything just falls apart my blood wants to say hello to you my feelings want to get inside of you my soul is so afraid to realize every little word is a lack of me and i want you and i want you and i want you and i want you you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug you are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug you are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug take me, with you take me, with you take me, with you take me, with you without you, without you everything falls apart without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces without you, without you everything falls apart without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces without you, without you everything falls apart without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces mr. self destruct trent reznor i am the voice inside your head ( and i control you) i am the lover in your bed (and i control you) i am the sex that you provide (and i control you) i am the hate you try to hide (and i control you) i take you where you want to go i give you all you need to know i drag you down i use you up mr. self destruct i speak religion's message clear (and i control you) i am denial guilt and fear (and i control you) i am the prayers of the naive (and i control you) i am the lie that you believe (and i control you) i take you where you want to go i give you all you need to know i drag you down i use you up mr. self destruct you let me do this to you (i am an exit) you let me do this to you (i am an exit) you let me do this to you (i am an exit) you let me do this to you (i am an exit) you let me do this to you (i am an exit) you let me do this to you (i am an exit) you let me do this to you (i am an exit) you let me do this to you (i am an exit) i am the needle in your vein i am the high you can't sustain i am the pusher, i'm a whore i am the need in you for more i am the bullet in the gun (and i control you) i am the truth from which you run (and i control you) i am a silencing machine (and i control you) i am the end of all your dreams (and i control you) i take you where you want to go i give you all you need to know i drag you down i use you up mr. self destruct i take you where you want to go i give you all you need to know i drag ;you down i use you up mr. self destruct Ei! Tudo o que você escreveu e disse sobre mim é a mais absoluta verdade. Sou genuinamente grato. Sério. I'm sorry that I'm always pissed I'm sorry that I exist (repeat repeat repeat) Thirsty Dog Nick Cave I know you've heard it all before But I'm sorry for this three year war For the setting up of camps and wire and trenches I'm sorry for the other night I know sorry it don't make it right I'm sorry for things I can't even mention I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry I'm sitting feeling sorry in the Thirsty Dog I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry I'm feeling very sorry in the Thirsty Dog You keep nailing me back into my box I'm sorry I keep popping back up With my crazy mouth and jangling jester's cap I'm sorry I ever wrote that book I'm sorry for the way I look But there ain't a lot that I can do about that I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry I'm sitting feeling sorry in the Thirsty Dog I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry I'm feeling very sorry in the Thirsty Dog I'm sorry about the hospital Some things are unforgivable That things simply cannot be forgiven I was not equipped to know how to care And on the occassions I came up for air I saw my life and wondered what the hell I had been living I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry I'm sitting feeling sorry in the Thirsty Dog I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry I'm feeling very very sorry in the Thirsty Dog I'm sorry about all your friends I hope they'll speak to me again I said before I'd pay for all the damages I'm sorry it's just rotten luck I'm sorry I've forgotten how to fuck It's just that I think my heart and soul are kind of famished I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry I'm sitting feeling sorry in the Thirsty Dog I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry I'm feeling very sorry in the Thirsty Dog Forgive me, baby but don't worry Love is always having to say you're sorry And I am, from my head down to my shoes I'm sorry that I'm always pissed I'm sorry that I exist And when I look into your eyes I can see you're sorry too I'm sorry, sorry, sorry I'm sitting feeling sorry in the Thirsty Dog I'm sorry, sorry, sorry I'm feeling very sorry in the Thirsty Dog I'm sorry, sorry, sorry I'm feeling very thirsty in the Sorry Dog I'm sorry, sorry, sorry I'm feeling very sorry in the Thirsty Dog segunda-feira, maio 26, 2003
stand by me Mas, claro, é sempre bom saber que ainda se tem, sim, amigos que, quando necessário, têm um red boat à disposição. This is the way, step inside Quando eu era jovem, em meados do século passado, durante uma viagem à Paranapiacaba, com alguns colegas de adolescência ("Yeah, we wasted our time, We didn't really have time"), eu aprendi algumas lições básicas sobre a vida (hahaha). Resumindo... fui jogado, por esses colegas de adolescência, em um lago, raso, reconheço, no qual todos estavam se divertindo alegremente. Disse que não sabia nadar e me recusei a entrar no lago; gritei que não sabia nadar quando resolveram me jogar. Claro, me jogaram. Era uma lagoa bem rasa, repito, e imagino que ninguém ali tinha a intenção de me matar. Mas eu caí em uma espécie de buraco, ou algo assim, fiquei preso, submerso durante um bom tempo, me debatendo e tentando voltar à superfície. Lembro que ouvia os tais colegas conversando, rindo, esquecidos de mim, talvez, ou achando que eu estava brincando, ou simplesmente me achando patético naquela situação. Nunca vou esquecer daqueles minutos de agonia, da vontade de desistir que bateu certa hora, enquanto engolia água e a respiração parecia estar prestes a terminar de vez. Uma estranha calmaria. Mas então um “hippie”, alguém a quem, muito provavelmente, eu teria sido hostil, gratuitamente, se tivesse encontrado na rua, me tirou dali. Ele apenas percebeu o que acontecia e me deu uma força. (acho que deveria ter aprendido um pouco sobre tolerância e desprendimento aquele dia) Mas aquela tarde tive também uma de minhas mais duras lições sobre a solidão (duh). Algo assim: é preciso saber viver sozinho (duh²). É preciso estar preparado para cair no buraco, para ser jogado no buraco, e para sair dele sozinho. É preciso estar preparado para ser abandonado por aqueles que fingem (ou não) gostar de você. É preciso saber que quase tudo é circunstancial. É preciso estar preparado para o fato de que os outros mudam de idéia, têm suas vidas, seus projetos, suas obrigações, seus desejos, suas idéias. Ninguém tem a obrigação de salvar você, nem mesmo de ouvir seu pedido de ajuda. Ninguém tem a obrigação de conhecer, nem de entender as suas (duh³) subrotinas. Ninguém além de você mesmo pode te livrar dos bugs, ora bolas. Ninguém tem a obrigação de ficar ao seu lado se você pede. É preciso saber viver sozinho. É preciso estar atento aos prazos de validade. domingo, maio 25, 2003
sexta-feira, maio 23, 2003
stars shine se eu realmente acreditasse em horóscopo... Barbara Abramo Quanto mais você mostra sua criatividade, suas idéias práticas e se apóia nessa emergente e incrível capacidade de entabular acordos entre pessoas diferentes, tudo vai bem e você continua atraindo gente. Houve tempo em que você desejou algo, e agora o mundo externo lhe traz o presente. Quiroga O amor é o lubrificante cósmico que suaviza as diferenças e torna seu convívio não apenas possível, como também agradável. Tenha certeza, o amor é necessário e faz sentido só onde houver diferenças, de outra forma é inútil. E a melhor de todas, Mystic Meg [dica da Nina] This time you are less infatuated but more in love with a partner and a second try could work well. Even if your ambitions are treated as a joke by some, don’t let that put you off – you have the talent to succeed. Luck has a strong showbiz flavour. A friend needs your help. my pain and sadness is more sad and painful than yours Vi, no banheiro da firma, um (?) lacre do disco "Dummy", do Portishead. Por Netuno, quem ouve isso aqui, no pavilhão 5? E quem deixaria uma coisa dessas no banheiro? terça-feira, maio 20, 2003
livre iniciativa mundo livre s/a "o recado é o seguinte a hora é agora e vâmo que vâmo" Trabalho, trabalho, novo trabalho Samba esquema noise Uma jóia fumegante na mão Uma uzi reluzente Uma arma fumegante na mão E uma idéia na cabeça Quem se importa de onde vem a bala Qualquer dia tu acorda cheio Quem se importa de onde vem a grana Tu tem que ter o bolso cheio Trabalho, trabalho, novo trabalho Samba esquema noise Só não dê um passo em falso sexta-feira, maio 16, 2003
Oba! John Cassavetes terá exibição quíntupla cassavetes fugazi crush my calm you cassavetes i was sitting tight so quiet quiet in the dark till the lights came up my heart beating like a riot riot hollywood are you sitting on a sign for someone to come on bust a genre you poor city of shame ask me what you're needing i'll sell you his name cos he was the one to send it with truth that's something from someone and gena rowlands complete control for cassavetes if it's not for sale you can't buy it buy it sad-eyed mogul reaching for your wallet like hand to holster why don't you try it try it hollywood are you waiting on a sign for someone to come on bust a genre you poor city of shame ask me what you're needing i'll front you his name cos he was the one to send it with truth that's something from someone and gena rowlands que vontade de gritar, hoje: take this job and shove it!!! dead kennedys take this job and shove it i ain't working here no more i will not get all the pieces i've been working for paper cups, minimum wage just walk on out the door take this job and shove it i ain't working here no more take this job and shove it i ain't working here no more i will not get all the pieces i've been working for paper cups, minimum wage just walk on out the door take this job and shove it i ain't working here no more they'll have you in this factory from now on for fifty years all this time i see my woman drowning in her tears i see a lot of people who got to have a piece of me i'd give the shirt right off my back if i had the nerve to say take this job and shove it i ain't working here no more i will not get all the pieces i've been working for paper cups, minimum wage just walk on out the door take this job and shove it i ain't working here no more let's all go use our sick leave up and then we'll shoot some pool got brand new skinhead hair cuts you think he's a fool one of these days i'll blow my top or somebody's gonna pay i'd hate to see the process as you enter the factory and say take this job and shove it i ain't working here no more i won't let that shit bother me that i've been working for paper cups, minimum wage just walk on out the door take this job and shove it i ain't working here no more take this job and shove it i ain't working here, ain't working here, ain't working here no more EU Vladimir Maiakóvski Nas calçadas pisadas de minha alma passadas de loucos estalam calcâneo de frases ásperas Onde forcas esganam cidades e em nós de nuvens coagulam pescoço de torres oblíquas só soluçando eu avanço por vias que se encruz- ilham à vista de cruci- fixos polícias (tradução: Haroldo de Campos) quarta-feira, maio 14, 2003
terça-feira, maio 13, 2003
Os fones de ouvido da marca Soneca, comprados de um camelô por cinco real em outubro do ano passado, finalmente pifaram. Até que, pra cinco real, foi bastante; quase sete meses. 
[kinda whiskey+wine soundtrack] a cry for help in a world gone mad agent orange sometimes i think of old friends but they all seem the same then i see them, and they can't remember my name i guess i'm just like them, i guess i'm just a bore i could hate them, but i've never done that before i've got lots of good friends, i don't need any more and sometimes when you lie to me sometimes i'll lie to you and there isn't a thing you could possibly do all these half destroyed lives aren't as bad as the seem and then i see blood and i hear people scream then i wake up and it's just another bad dream and i can't help myself by feeling sorry because i gave up every chance i had it's not a movement, it's just another fad like a cry for help in a world gone mad written by mike palm, 1981 virtually indestructible music bmi sábado, maio 10, 2003
quinta-feira, maio 08, 2003
rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster rollercoaster Antes de mais nada, obrigado ao 7-zip pela graça alcançada. E muito obrigado a Rafael Spaladore . A versão de "Knives Out" está ótima. "Strange Design of Conscience" é nota 10. Mas "Thank You Jack White (For the Fiber-Optic Jesus That You Gave Me)"... Jesus Fucking Christ!!! quarta-feira, maio 07, 2003
Gilberto Gil ganhou o que queria. Dinheiro. A piada do "dirigismo cultural" ficou ainda mais evidente com uma aberrante declaração de Zelito Viana: - Que uma empresa privada, que me dá dinheiro para um filme, faça merchandising, vá lá. Agora, o governo querer? É a diretriz cultural que imperou na última década e meia, transferindo aos gerentes de marketing -com dinheiro público- a decisão sobre a produção artística. Lula foi eleito com a promessa de acabar com isso. Mas aí escolheu Gil para ministro. Nelson de Sá Que inveja. Santa Catarina registra a primeira ocorrência de neve do ano Como consolo... São Paulo tem dia mais frio do ano terça-feira, maio 06, 2003
Caro diário O dia amanheceu bonito em São Paulo hoje. Mas então o sol apareceu pra estragar tudo. Como compensação, tomei um café gigante. Que não foi suficiente. Felizmente ... Temperaturas devem cair no Sul e Sudeste esta semana São Paulo - Uma onda de frio vai invadir Sul e o Sudeste no meio desta semana. O meteorologista da empresa InfoTempo, Carlos Repelli, avisa que uma massa de ar polar esfria muito o Sul do Brasil a partir da quarta-feira, com formação de geadas principalmente nas serras gaúchas e catarinenses. Em São Paulo, em Mato Grosso do Sul, no Rio de Janeiro e no sul de Minas, o resfriamento será maior na madrugada de quinta-feira. A mínima pode chegar a 3ºC no sul e a 8ºC na capital paulista. Hoje as temperaturas ficaram entre 14,6ºC e 17,6ºC na estação do Instituto Nacional de Meteorologia no Mirante de Santana, na zona norte da cidade de São Paulo. Cacau Fogaça segunda-feira, maio 05, 2003
Gigantic And this I know: his teeth as white as snow What a gas it was to see him Walk her every day into a shady place With her lips she said, "Hey, Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, let's have a ball." (x3) Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big big love (x2) Lovely legs, they're a What a big black mess, what a hunk of love Walk her every day into a shady place He's dark, but I want him "Hey, Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, let's have a ball." (x3) Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big big love (x4) A big big love, a big big love (x4) Black Francis/Mrs John Murphy (p) 1988 4-A-D 
E quero ver Breeders na Ópera de Arame mais algumas vezes. Quero ouvir Kim Deal cantando “Gigantic” novamente. Quero que seja sábado, 3 de maio de 2003, de novo. E que depois seja domingo, 4 de maio de 2003, de novo. E então sábado novamente. E então domingo. E assim sucessivamente, por alguns dias, pelo menos. sexta-feira, maio 02, 2003
Para dar conta das tarefas que tenho para realizar ("vida pessoal" aí incluída) atualmente eu teria que ser como o Dr. Manhattan, um dos Watchmen. "He can change his height and density, project bolts of energy, disassemble objects with a glance, transform the elements, teleport, live in an almost pure vaccum, resist disintegration, see the future, make multiple copies of himself"... Seria ótimo se eu pudesse fazer pelo menos umas duas cópias de mim mesmo, para delegar a elas (as cópias) as tarefas mais chatas. |
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