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terça-feira, outubro 23, 2007
 


videotape

radiohead

when i'm at the pearly gates
this will be on my videotape, my videotape
mephistopheles is just beneath
and he's reaching up to grab me

this is one for the good days
and i have it all here
in red, blue, green
red, blue, green

you are my center
when i spin away
out of control on videotape
on videotape
on videotape
on videotape

this is my way of saying goodbye
because i can't do it face to face
i'm talking to you after it's too late
from my videotape

no matter what happens now
you shouldn't be afraid
because i know today has been
the most perfect day i've ever seen.


 
...

Da minha idéia do mundo caí
Vácuo além do profundo
Sem ter eu nem ali
Vácuo sem si-próprio, caos
De ser pensado como ser
Escada absoluta sem degraus
Visão que não se pode ver.

Além-Deus! Além-Deus! Negra calma...
Clarão de Desconhecido...
Tudo tem outro sentido, ó alma,
Mesmo o ter-um-sentido...

Fernando Pessoa


quarta-feira, outubro 17, 2007
 
gooks # 2

finalmente registramos mais algumas músicas em estúdio.

elas já estão por aí. navegando em diferentes formatos.

inclusive no myspace.

independente do resultado, foi divertido.

queria ter um estúdio em casa.

seria um bom motivo pra voltar pra lá.

ou pra não sair de lá.


 


all i need

radiohead

i'm the next act
waiting in the wings
i'm an animal
trapped in your hot car
i'm all the days
that you choose to ignore

you are all i need
you are all i need
i'm in the middle of the picture
lying in the leaves

i am a moth
who just wants to share your light
i'm just an insect
trying to get out of the night
we only stick like glue
because there are no others

you are all i need
you are all i need
i'm in the middle of the picture
lying in the leaves

it's all right
it's all wrong
it's all right
it's all wrong
it's all right
it's all wrong
it's all right

[words : at ease]

[pic : wikipedia]


sexta-feira, outubro 05, 2007
 


e-bow the letter

[1998]

look up. what do you see?
all of you and all of me,
fluorescent and starry,
some of them they surprise

busride. i went to write this, 4:00 a.m.
this letter.
fields of poppies, little pearls.
all the boys and all the girls
sweet-toothed, each and every one a little scary.
i said your name.

i wore it like a badge of teenage film stars,
hash bars, cherry mash and tin foil tiaras.
dreaming of maria callas,
whoever she is.
this fame thing, i don't get it.
i wrapped my hand in plastic to try to look through it.
maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves.
i can take you far.
this star thing, i don't get it.

[i'll take you over. i'll take you there.]
aluminum, it tastes like fear.
adrenaline, it pulls us near.

will you live to 83?
will you ever welcome me,
will you show me something that nobody else has seen?
smoke it, drink.
here comes the flood,
anything to thin the blood.
these corrosives do their magic slowly, and sweet.
phone, eat it, drink.
just another chink,
cuts and dents they catch the light.
aluminum, the weakest link.



i don't want to disappoint you.
i'm not here to annoint you.
i would lick your feet
but is that the sickest move,
i wear my own crown, and sadness, and sorrow,
and who'd of thought tomorrow could be so strange?
my loss. and here we go again.

[i'll take you over. i'll take you there.]
aluminum, it tastes like fear.
adrenaline, it pulls us near.

it tastes like fear.
it pulls us near.

look up, what do you see?
all of you and all of me,
fluorescent and starry
some of them they surprise.

i can't look it in the eyes.
seconal, spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene,
cherry-flavored neck and collar.
i can smell the sorrow on your breath.
the sweat, the victory and sorrow.
this smell thing, i got it.

[i'll take you over. i'll take you there.]
aluminum, it tastes like fear.
adrenaline, it pulls us near.

it tastes like fear.
it pulls us near.
it tastes like fear.
it pulls us near.


segunda-feira, outubro 01, 2007