terça-feira, 18 de dezembro de 2007

sábado, 15 de dezembro de 2007

Kings of convenience - Winning a battle, losing the war

Winning A Battle, Losing The War lyrics

Even though I'll never need her,
even though she's only giving me pain,
I'll be on my knees to feed her,
spend a day to make her smile again
Even though I'll never need her,
even though she's only giving me pain
As the world is soft around her,
leaving me with nothing to disdain.

Even though I'm not her minder,
even though she doesn't want me around,
I am on my feet to find her,
to make sure that she is safe and sound.
Even though I'm not her minder,
even though she doesn't want me around,
I am on my feet to find her,
to make sure that she is safe from harm.

The sun sets on the war,
the day breaks and everything is new...


Há músicas, ou melodias (não sei bem, não sou expert...) que me causam um misto de sensações, estranheza, boa... :)

domingo, 9 de dezembro de 2007

sábado, 8 de dezembro de 2007

I wish...


It's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheets' surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet savignon
A world of ruin all in vain
It's not that red
It's not that red
It's not that red
It's not as golden as Zeus's famous shower
It's doesn't, not at all, come from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold
It's not that gold
It's not that gold
It's not gold at all
I wish that would be your color
I wish this would be your color
I wish this would be your color
Your color, I wish
It is as black as Malevich's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winter night's tale
It suits you well
It is that black
It is that black
It is that blackIt is that black
I wish this would be your color
I wish this would be your color
I wish this would be your color...
Einstürzende Neubauten

domingo, 2 de dezembro de 2007

insanidade....



Há momentos na nossa vida que julgamos elouquecer, até ao momento em que encontramos outro louco, que tal como nós, julga estar a elouquecer. Então ficamos felizes porque afinal julgamos não estar loucos...

perceberam alguma coisa??? Também não...