Tuesday, 16 December 2008

Thursday, 4 December 2008

Antony and the Johnsons - Cripple and the Starfish Live



"I'll grow back like a Starfish"

It's alive!

This blog was meant to be something slightly different, and now I find myself looking at photos, news clips, people, quotes...
It has changed into something else, evolved, and I'm no longer in control.
It has a mind of its own...

"Look! It's moving. It's alive. It's alive... It's alive, it's moving, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, IT'S ALIVE!" - Frankenstein (1931)

Friday, 21 November 2008

Pobreza na Madeira 4% ou 31%?








"Ah, happiness courts the light, so we deem the world is gay, but misery hides aloof, so we deem that misery there is none." - Herman Melville - Bartleby, the Scrivener.

Wednesday, 5 November 2008

Obama vs McCain

















I don't mean to be biased but...

PS: If I wanted to take sides, I would have posted THIS ONE!

PPS: If I
REALLY didn't want to take sides I would have posted THIS ONE!

Thursday, 30 October 2008

Tom Waits - Interviews HIMSELF

TOM WAITS' TRUE CONFESSIONS
(A conversation with himself)
I must admit, before meeting Tom, I had heard so many rumors and so much gossip that I was afraid. Frankly, his gambling debts, his animal magnetism, coupled with his disregard for the feelings of others... His elaborate gun collection, his mad shopping sprees, the face lifts, the ski trips, the drug busts and the hundreds of rooms in his home. The tax shelters, the public urination... I was nervous to meet the real man himself. Baggage and all. But I found him to be gentle, intelligent, open, bright, helpful, humorous, brave, audacious, loquacious, clean, and reverent. A Boy Scout, really (and a giant of a man). Join me now for a rare glimpse into the heart of Tom Waits. Remove your shoes and no smoking, please.


Q: What's the most curious record in your collection?
A: In the seventies a record company in LA issued a record called "The best of Marcel Marceau." It had forty minutes of silence followed by applause and it sold really well. I like to put it on for company. It really bothers me, though, when people talk through it.

Q: What are some unusual things that have been left behind in a cloakroom?
A: Well, Winston Churchill was born in a ladies cloakroom and was one sixteenth Iroquois.

Q: You've always enjoyed the connection between fashion and history... talk to us about that.
A: Ok let's take the two-piece bathing suit, produced in 1947 by a French fashion designer. The sight of the first woman in the minimal two piece was as explosive as the detonation of the atomic bomb by the U.S. at Bikini Island in the Marshall Isles, hence the naming of the bikini.

Q: List some artists who have shaped your creative life.
A: Okay, here are a few that just come to me for now: Kerouac, Dylan, Bukowski, Rod Serling, Don Van Vliet, Cantinflas, James Brown, Harry Belafonte, Ma Rainey, Big Mama Thornton, Howlin' Wolf, Lead Belly, Lord Buckley, Mabel Mercer, Lee Marvin, Thelonius Monk, John Ford, Fellini, Weegee, Jagger, Richards, Willie Dixion, John McCormick, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, Frank Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, Robert Johnson, Hoagy Carmichael, Eurico Caruso.

Q: List some songs that were beacons for you.
A: Again, for now... but if you ask me tomorrow the list would change, of course. Gershwin's second prelude, "Pathatique Sonata", "El Paso", "You've Really Got Me", "Soldier Boy", "Lean Back" , "Night Train", "Come In My Kitchen", "Sad Eyed Lady", "Rite of Spring", "Ode to Billy Joe", "Louie Louie", "Just a Fool", "Prisoner of Love", "Wang Dang Doodle (all night long)", "Ringo" , "Ball and Chain", "Deportee", "Strange Fruit", "Sophisticated Lady", "Georgia On My Mind", "Can't Stop Loving You", "Just Like A Woman", "So Lonesome I Could Cry", "Who'll Stop The Rain?", "Moon River", "Autumn Leaves", "Danny Boy", "Dirty Ol' Town", "Waltzing Matilda", "Train Keeps a Rollin", "Boris the Spider", "You've Really Got a Hold On Me", "Red Right Hand", "All Shook Up", "Cause of It All", "Shenandoah", "China Pig", "Summertime",
"Without a Song", "Auld Ang Syne", "This is a Man's World", "Crawlin' King Snake", "Nassun Dorma", "Bring it on Home to Me", "Hound Dog", "Hello Walls", "You Win Again", "Sunday Morn' Coming Down", "Almost Blue", "Pump It Up", "Greensleeves", "Just Wanna See His Face", "Restless Farewell", "Fairytale of NY", "Bring Me A Little Water Sylvie", "Raglan Road", "96 Tears", "In Dreams", "Substitute", "Good Time Charlie's Got The Blues", "Theme from Rawhide", "Same Thing", "Walk Away Rene", "For What it's Worth", theme from "Once Upon A Time In America", "Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing", "Oh Holy Night", "Mass in E Minor", "Harlem Shuffle", "Trouble Man", "Wade in The Water", "Empty Bed Blues", "Hava Nagila"

Q: What's heaven for you?
A: Me and my wife on Rte. 66 with a pot of coffee, a cheap guitar, pawnshop tape recorder in a Motel 6, and a car that runs good parked right by the door.

Q: What's hard for you?
A: Mostly I straddle reality and the imagination. My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane. Math is hard. Reading a map. Following orders. Carpentry. Electronics. Plumbing. Remembering things correctly. Straight lines. Sheet rock. Finding a safety pin. Patience with others. Ordering in Chinese. Stereo instructions in German.

Q: What's wrong with the world?
A: We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. Leona Helmsley's dog made 12 million last year... and Dean McLaine, a farmer in Ohio made $30,000. It's just a gigantic version of the madness that grows in every one of our brains. We are monkeys with money and guns.

Q: Favorite scenes in movies?
A: R. De Niro in the ring in Raging Bull. Julie Christie's face in Heaven Can Wait when she said, "Would you like to get a cup of coffee?" James Dean in East of Eden telling the nurse to get out when his dad has had a stroke and he's sitting by his bed. Marlene Dietrich in Touch of Evil saying "He was some kind of man." Scout saying "Hey Mr. Cunningham" in the scene in To Kill A Mockingbird. Nic Cage falling apart in the drug store in Matchstick Men... and eating a cockroach in Vampire's Kiss. The last scene in Chinatown.

Q: Can you describe a few other scenes from movies that have always stayed with you?
A: Rod Steiger in The Pawnbroker explaining to the Puerto Rican all about gold. Brando in The Godfather dying in the tomatoes with scary orange teeth. Lee Marvin in Emperor of The North riding under the box car, Borgnine bouncing steel off his ass. Dennis Weaver at the motel saying "I am just the night man," holding onto a small tree in, Touch of Evil. The hanging in Oxbow Incident. The speech by Rutger Hauer in Blade Runner as he's dying. Anthony Quinn dancing on the beach in Zorba. Nicholson in Witches of Eastwick covered in feathers in the church as the ladies stick needles in the voodoo doll. When Mel Gibson's Blue Healer gets shot with an arrow in Road Warrior. When Rachel in The Exorcist says "could you help an old altar boy father?" The blind guy in the tavern in Treasure Island. Frankenstein after he strangles the young girl by the river.

Q: Can you tell me an odd thing that happened in an odd place? Any thoughts?
A: A Japanese freighter had been torpedoed during WWII and it's at the bottom of Tokyo Harbor with a large hole in her hull. A team of engineers was called together to solve the problem of raising the wounded vessel to the surface. One of the engineers tackling this puzzle said he remembered seeing a Donald Duck cartoon when he was a boy where there was a boat at the bottom of the ocean with a hole in its hull, and they injected it with ping-pong balls and it floated up. The skeptical group laughed but one of the experts was willing to give it a try. Of course, where in the world would you find twenty million ping-pong balls but in Tokyo? It turned out to be the perfect solution. The balls were injected into the hull and it floated to the surface, the engineer was elated. Moral solutions to problems are always found at an entirely different level; also, believe in yourself in the face of impossible odds.

Q: Most interesting recording you own?
A: It's a mysteriously beautiful recording from, I am told, Robbie Robertson's label. It's of crickets. That's right, crickets, the first time I heard it... I swore I was listening to the Vienna Boys Choir, or the Mormon Tabernacle choir. It has a four-part harmony it is a swaying choral panorama. Then a voice comes in on the tape and says, "What you are listening to is the sound of crickets. The only thing that has been manipulated is that they slowed down the tape." No effects have been added of any kind except that they changed the speed of the tape. The sound is so haunting. I played it for Charlie Musselwhite and he looked at me as if I pulled a Leprechaun out of my pocket.

Q: You are fascinated with irony, what is irony?
A: Chevrolet was puzzled when they discovered that their sales for the Chevy Nova were off the charts everywhere but in Latin America. They finally realized that "Nova" in Spanish translates to "no go." Not the best name for a car... anywhere "no va".

Q: Do you have words to live by?
A: Jim Jarmusch once told me "Fast, Cheap, and Good... pick two. If it's fast and cheap it wont be good. If it's cheap and good it won't be fast. If it's fast and good it wont be cheap." Fast, cheap and good... pick (2) words to live by.

Q: What is on Hemmingway's gravestone?
A: "Pardon me for not getting up."

Q: How would you compare guitarists Marc Ribot and Smokey Hormel?
A: Octopus have eight and squid have ten tentacles,
each with hundreds of suction cups and each have the power to burst a man's artery. They have small birdlike beaks used to inject venom into a victim. Some gigantic squid and octopus with one hundred foot tentacles have been reported. Squids have been known to pull down entire boats to feed on the disoriented sailors in the water. Many believe unexplained, sunken deep-sea vessels, and entire boat disappearances are the handiwork of giant squid.

Q: What have you learned from parenthood?
A: "Never loan your car to anyone to whom you've given birth." - Erma Bombeck

Q: Now Tom, for the grand prize... who said, "He's the kind of man a woman would have to marry to get rid of"?
A: Mae West

Q: Who said, "Half the people in America are just faking it"?
A: Robert Mitchum (who actually died in his sleep). I think he was being generous and kind when he said that.

Q: What remarkable things have you found in unexpected places?
A:
1. Real beauty: oil stains left by cars in a parking lot.
2. Shoe shine stands that looked like thrones in Brazil made of scrap wood.
3. False teeth in pawnshop windows- Reno, NV.
4. Great acoustics: in jail.
5. Best food: Airport in Tulsa Oklahoma.
6. Most gift shops: Fatima, Portugal.
8. Most unlikely location for a Chicano crowd:
A Morrissey concert.
9. Most poverty: Washington D.C.
10. A homeless man with a beautiful operatic voice singing the word "Bacteria" in an empty dumpster in Chinatown.
11. A Chinese man with a Texan accent in Scotland.
12. Best nights sleep-in a dry riverbed in Arizona.
13. Most people who wear red pants- St. Louis.
14. Most beautiful horses, N.Y.C.
15. A judge in Baltimore MD1890 presided over a trial where a man who was accused of murder and was guilty, and convicted by a jury of his peers... and was let go- when the judge said to him at the end of the trial "You are guilty sir... but I cannot put in jail an innocent man." You see - the murderer was a Siamese twin.

16. Largest penis (in proportion to its body) - The Barnacle.

Q: Tom, you love words and their origins. For $2,000... what is the origin of the word bedlam?
A: It's a contraction of the word Bethlehem. It comes from the hospital of Saint Mary of Bethlehem outside London. The hospital began admitting mental patients in the late fourteenth century. In the sixteenth century it became a lunatic asylum. The word bedlam came to be used for any madhouse- and by extension, for any scene of noisy confusion.

Q: What is up with your ears?
A: I have an audio stigmatism where by I hear things wrong- I have audio illusions. I guess now they say ADD. I have a scrambler in my brain and it takes what is said and turns it into pig Latin and feeds it back to me.

Q: Most thrilling musical experience?
A: My most thrilling musical experience was in Time Square, over thirty years ago. There was a rehearsal hall around the Brill Building where all the rooms were divided into tiny spaces with just enough room to open the door. Inside was a spinet piano - cigarette burns, missing keys, old paint and no pedals. You go in and close the door and it's so loud from other rehearsals you can't really work- so you stop and listen and the goulash of music was thrilling. Scales on a clarinet, tango, light opera, sour string quartet, voice lessons, someone belting out "Everything's Coming Up Roses", garage bands, and piano lessons. The floor was pulsing, the walls were thin. As if ten radios were on at the same time, in the same room. It was a train station of music with all the sounds milling around... for me it was heavenly.

Q: What would you have liked to see but were born too late for?
A: Vaudeville. So much mashing of cultures and bizarre hybrids. Delta Blues guitarists and Hawaiian artists thrown together resulting in the adoption of the slide guitar as a language we all take for granted as African American. But it was a cross pollination, like most culture. Like all cultures. George Burns was a vaudeville performer I particularly loved. Dry and unflappable, curious, and funny - no matter what he said. He could dance too. He said, "Too bad the only people that know how to run the country are busy driving cabs and cutting hair."

Q: What is a gentleman?
A: A man who can play the accordion, but doesn't.

Q: Favorite Bucky Fuller quote?
A: "Fire is the sun unwinding itself from the wood".

Q: What do you wonder about?
A:
1. Do bullets know whom they are intended for?
2. Is there a plug in the bottom of the ocean?
3. What do jockeys say to their horses?
4. How does a newspaper feel about winding up papier-mache?
5. How does it feel to be a tree by a freeway?
6. Sometimes a violin sounds like a Siamese cat; the first violin strings were made from cat gut- any connection?
7. When is the world going to rear up and scrape us off its back.
8. Will we humans eventually intermarry with robots?
9. Is a diamond just a piece of coal with patience?
10. Did Ella Fitzgerald really break that wine glass with her voice?


Q: What are some sounds you like?
A:
1. An asymmetrical airline carousel created a high pitched haunted voice brought on by the friction of rubbing and it sounded like a big wet finger circling the rim of a gigantic wine glass.
2. Street corner evangelists
3. Pile drivers in Manhattan
4. My wife's singing voice
5. Horses coming/trains coming
6. Children when school's out
7. Hungry crows
8. Orchestra tuning up
9. Saloon pianos in old westerns
10. Rollercoaster
11. Headlights hit by a shotgun
12. Ice melting
13. Printing presses
14. Ball game on a transistor radio
15. Piano lessons coming from an apartment window
16. Old cash registers/Ca Ching
17. Muscle cars
18. Tap dancers
19. Soccer crowds in Argentina
20. Beatboxing
21. Fog horns
22. A busy restaurant kitchen
23. Newsrooms in old movies
24. Elephants stampeding
25. Bacon frying
26. Marching bands
27. Clarinet lessons
28. Victrola
29. A fight bell
30. Chinese arguments
31. Pinball machines
32. Children's orchestras
33. Trolley bell
34. Firecrackers
35. A Zippo lighter
36. Calliopes
37. Bass steel drums
38. Tractors
39. Stroh Violin
40. Muted trumpet
41. Tobacco Auctioneers
42. Musical Saw
43. Theremin
44. Pigeons
45. Seagulls
46. Owls
47. Mockingbirds
48. Doves
The world's making music all the time.

Q: What's scary to you?
A:
1. A dead man in the backseat of a car with a fly crawling on his eyeball.
2. Turbulence on any airline.
3. Sirens and search lights combined.
4. Gunfire at night in bad neighborhoods.
5. Car motor turning over but not starting, its getting dark and starting to rain.
6. Jail door closing.
7. Going around a sharp curve on the Pacific Coast Highway and the driver of your car has had a heart attack and died, and you're in the back seat.
8. You are delivering mail and you are confronted with a Doberman with rabies growling low and showing teeth... you have no dog bones and he wants to bite your ass off.
9. In a movie... which wire do you cut to stop the time bomb, the green or the blue.
10. Mc Cain will win.
11. Germans with submachine guns.
12. Officers, in offices, being official.
13. You fell through the ice in the creek and it carried you down stream, and now as you surface you realize there's a roof of ice.

Q: Tell me about working with Terry Gilliam.
A: I am the Devil in the Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus-- not a devil... The Devil. I don't know why he thought of me. I was raised in the church. Gilliam and I met on Fisher King. He is a giant among men and I am in awe of his films. Munchausen I've seen a hundred times. Brazil is a crowning achievement. Brothers Grimm was my favorite film last year. I had most of my scenes with Christopher Plummer (He's Dr. Parnassus). Plummer is one of the greatest actors on earth! Mostly I watch and learn. He's a real movie star and a gentleman. Gilliam is an impresario, captain, magician, a dictator (a nice one), a genius, and a man you'd want in the boat with you at the end of the world.

Q: Give me some fresh song titles you two are working on.
A: "Ghetto Buddha", "Waiting For My Good Luck To Come", "I'll Be an Oak Tree Some Day", "In the Cage", "Hell Broke Loose", "Spin The Bottle", "High and Lonesome."

Q: You're going on the road soon, right?
A: We're going to PEHDTSCKJMBA (Phoenix, El Paso, Houston, Dallas, Tulsa, St. Louis, Columbus, Knoxville, Jacksonville, Mobile, Birmingham, Atlanta). I have a stellar band: Larry Taylor (upright bass), Patrick Warren (keyboards), Omar Torrez (guitars), Vincent Henry (woodwinds) and Casey Waits (drums and percussion). They play with racecar precision and they are all true conjurers. I'm doing songs with them I've never attempted outside the studio. They are all multi-instrumentalists and they polka like real men. We are the Borman Six and as Putney says, "The Borman Six have got to have soul."

Sunday, 26 October 2008

Saturday, 25 October 2008

Televisão: um perigo para a democracia. - Karl Popper e John Condry



















"Inversamente,
os seus princípios conduzem a propor aos telespectadores emissões cada vez piores, que o público aceita desde que se lhes acrescente violência, sexo e sensacionalismo"."

Sunday, 19 October 2008

Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika - African National Anthem



History

Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika was composed in 1897 by Enoch Sontonga, a teacher at a Methodist mission school in Johannesburg. It was one of many songs he composed, and he was apparently a keen singer who composed the songs for his pupils.

The words of the first stanza were originally written in Xhosa as a hymn. In 1927 seven additional Xhosa stanzas were later added by Samuel Mqhayi, a poet.

Most of Sontonga's songs were sad, witnessing the suffering of African people in Johannesburg, but they were popular and after his death in 1905 choirs used to borrow them from his wife.

Solomon Plaatje, one of South Africa's greatest writers and a founding member of the ANC, was the first to have the song recorded. This was in London in 1923. A Sesotho version was published in 1942 by Moses Mphahlele.

The Rev J L Dube's Ohlange Zulu Choir popularised Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika at concerts in Johannesburg, and it became a popular church hymn that was also adopted as the anthem at political meetings.

For decades Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika was regarded as the national anthem of South Afrika by the oppressed and it was always sung as an act of defiance against the apartheid regime. A proclamation issued by the State President on 20 April 1994 stipulated that both Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika and Die Stem (the Call of South Africa) would be the national anthems of South Africa. In 1996 a shortened, combined version of the two anthems was released as the new National Anthem.

There are no standard versions or translations of Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika so the words vary from place to place and from occasion to occasion. Generally the first stanza is sung in Xhosa or Zulu, followed by the Sesotho version.

More info HERE

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

Sunday, 28 September 2008

Saturday, 27 September 2008

Tom Waits - Tango Till They're Sore



Well ya play that Tarantella
All the hounds they start to roar
And the boys all go to hell
Then the Cubans hit the floor
And they drive along the pipeline
They tango till they're sore
They take apart their nightmares
And they leave them by the door.

Let me fall out the window
With confetti in my hair
Deal out jacks or better
On a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets
But I lie about my past
So send me off to bed forever more.

Make sure they play my theme song
I guess daisies will have to do
Just get me to New Orleans
And paint shadows on the pews
Turn the spit on that pig
Kick the drum and let me down
Put my clarinet beneath your bed
Till I get back in town.

Let me fall out the window
With confetti in my hair
Deal out jacks or better
On a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets
But I lie about my past
So send me off to bed forever more.

Just make sure she's all in calico
And the color of a doll
Wave the flag on Cadillac day
And a skillet on the wall
Cut me a switch or hold you breath
Till the sun goes down
Write my name on the hood
Send me off to another town.

Let me fall out the window
With confetti in my hair
Deal out jacks or better
On a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets
But I lie about my past
So send me off to bed forever more.

Friday, 26 September 2008

Ingmar Bergman's - The Seventh Seal (1957)















Death
: Will you never stop asking questions?
Block
: No. Never.
Death
: But you get no answer.

Tuesday, 16 September 2008

Beck - Walls (live)

Album: Modern Guilt
Track nr: 6
Duration: 2:24
Year: 2008
Genre: Alternative




Some days we get a thrill in our brains
Some days it turns into malaise
You see our face in the veneer
Reflected on the surface of fear

Because you know that we're better than that
But some days we're worse than you can imagine
And how am I supposed to live with that
With all these train wrecks coming at random

Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down falling down on you
Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down falling down on you

You got warheads stacked in the kitchen
You treat distraction like it's a religion
With a rattlenake step in your rhythm
We do the best with the souls we've been given
Because you know we're nothing special to them
We're going some place they've already been
Trying to make sense of what they call wisdom
And this riff-raff ain't laughing with them

Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down falling down on you
Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down falling down on you

You're wearing all of the years on your face
Turn a tombstone _________
And your heart only beats in a murmur
But your words ring out just like murder


"Modern Guilt's 10 tightly constructed tunes clock in at under 34 minutes. In that sense, it's an antidote to information-age overkill."

Friday, 12 September 2008

Tuesday, 2 September 2008

Sunday, 31 August 2008

Queen - Radio Ga Ga

Album: The Works
Track nr: Side 1 nº1
Duration: 5:45
Year: 1984
Genre: Rock




I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio
(Radio)

You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds -- invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh -- you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly

So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
(Radio)

All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Radio, someone still loves you!

We watch the shows -- we watch the stars
On videos for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years

Let's hope you never leave old friend
Like all good things on you we depend
So stick around cos we might miss you
When we grow tired of all this visual
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
(Radio)

All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is Radio ga ga
Radio blah blah
Radio what's new?
Someone still loves you!

You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour

Thursday, 28 August 2008

Pop Station!




À venda numa barraca de S. Vicente perto de si...

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

The Wildhearts - I Wanna Go Where The People Go

Album: P.H.U.Q
Track nr: 1
Duration: 4:20
Year: 1995
Genre: Rock



aaaaaaaahhh...
out of the misery {(hup, hup, hup,
hup!)} to wash my soul
out of the ground with a new eight count I
never came to Rock 'n' Roll
check in the mirror, and I don't mind
same old cracks in the face and glass
a-just a little more defined

saw the mike in the distance, avoiding the business
and me? in time - let it shine, let it shine

CHORUS:
well...
I wanna go where the people go, yeah (x4)
take me there, anywhere, just so
long as there's an atmosphere we'll
be round, round, round
come on down, we all went down...

show me a hero of head and heart
rid of the stars and the blah-blah-blahs
would be a worthy way to start
greater the cliches that go round and around
I wanna be where the (cunts/****s)
like me are buried six feet
underground

if pride is a memory, is nobody angry?
and me? in time - let it shine, let it shine

CHORUS
well...

(well (x6))
CHORUS
we went down (x3)
we all went down, we went down
we all went down, hey!

Sunday, 3 August 2008

David Bowie - Space Oddity

Album: Space Oddity
Track nr: Side1 nº1
Duration: 5:15
Year: 1969
Genre: Progressive Rock


Ground control to major tom
Ground control to major tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to major tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may gods love be with you

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
Four, three, two, one, liftoff

This is ground control to major tom
Youve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is major tom to ground control
Im stepping through the door
And Im floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do

Though Im past one hundred thousand miles
Im feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell me wife I love her very much she knows

Ground control to major tom
Your circuits dead, theres something wrong
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you....

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do

Saturday, 26 July 2008

Sad... by Spaild

















DeviantArt

Anaquim - Na Minha Rua

Na minha rua há restos de vidas
Restos de famílias, de mães desaparecidas,
e outras a que deram vidas às vidas que por ali param,
vindas de passagem e de passagem lá ficaram.

Na minha rua há restos de cartazes,
restos de eleições de Sim! ao aborto e outras frases
que eu não votei mas fiz pressão para que outro alguém votasse
minha consciência passa a vida num impasse.


Na minha rua há restos de mim por todo o lado,
espalhados pelo tempo e pelo espaço.
Na minha rua há pedaços de mim por toda a parte,
rasgados e atirados pelo ar!


Na minha rua há restos de namoros
de beijos e de abraços de zangas e desaforos
e eu não tive ninguém que se designá-se a odiar-me,
do meu mau feitio de preguiça, humor e charme.
Na minha rua há restos de noites
restos de garrafas bebedeiras e açoites,
gemidos disfarçados pela euforia dos turistas
a porta de boates estão baratas como ariscas

Na minha rua há restos de mim por todo o lado,
espalhados pelo tempo e pelo espaço.
Na minha rua há pedaços de mim por toda a parte,
rasgados e atirados pelo ar!










Mais uma banda que não veio nem virá à Fnac "da minha rua"...

Wednesday, 16 July 2008

Eddie Vedder sings Masters of War (Bob Dylan's 30th Anniversary)


Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

Venham Senhores da Guerra
Voces que constroem as armas grandes
Voces que constroem os avioes da morte
Voces que constroem todas as bombas
Voces que se escondem atras das paredes
Voces que se escondem atras de secretarias
So quero que voces saibam
Que eu consigo ver atraves das vossas mascaras

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Voces que nunca fizeram nada

Senão construir para destruir
Voces brincam com o meu mundo
Como se fosse o vosso pequeno brinquedo
Voces poem uma arma na minha mão
E escondem-se dos meus olhos
E viram-se e correm para mais adiante
Quando as balas rapidas voam

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

Como Judas de antigamente

Voces mentem e enganam
Uma Guerra Mundial pode ser vencida
Querem voces que eu acredite
MAs eu vejo atraves dos vossos olhos
E vejo atraves do vosso cerebro
Como vejo atraves da agua
Que escorre pelo meu ralo abaixo

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

Voces apertam todos os gatilhos

Para os outros dispararem
E depois afastam-se e ficam a ver
Enquanto a numero de mortos vai aumentando
Escondem-se nas vossas mansões
Enquanto o sangue dos jovens
Flui pra fora dos seus corpos
E é enterrado na lama

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

Voces atiram o pior medo

Que alguma vez pode ser lançado
Medo de trazer crianças
Ao mundo
Por ameaçarem a minha criança
Não nascida e sem nome
Voces nao valem o sangue
Que vos corre nas veias

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Quanto é que eu sei

Para falar fora de vez
POdem dizer que sou novo
Podem dizer que sou ignorante
Mas uma coisa eu sei
Embora seja mais novo que voces
Nem Jesus alguma vez
Perdoria o que voces fazem

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes it's toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

Deixem-me perguntar uma coisa

O vosso dinheiro é assim tão bom
Comprar-vos-à perdão
Voces acham que poderá?
Acho que voces verão
Quando chegar a vez da vossa morte
Que todo o dinheiro que fizeram
Nunca comprará a vossa alma de volta

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

E eu espero que voces morram

E a vossa morte virá brevemente
Seguirei o vosso caixão
Na pálida tarde
E observarei enquanto é descido
Ate o vosso leito de morte
E permanecerei no topo da vossa cova
Ate ter a certeza que estão mortos.

Tuesday, 15 July 2008

Bob Dylan - Blowin' In The Wind

Album: The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan
Track nr: 1
Duration: 2:49
Year: 1963
Genre: Blues



How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, 'n' how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, 'n' how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Monday, 14 July 2008

Stephen Biko (1946-1977)

"He wasn’t the devil, as they made him out to be,

He was a man, just like you and me,

Yet he suffered immense pain, and deadly injuries,

To insure no others would have to see,

The horror he saw before he ceased to breathe.

God Bless Stephen Biko"


Steve Shep




"Change the way people think and things will never be the same" - Bantu Stephen Biko

Friday, 11 July 2008

To my friends...

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
I wont be afraid
Because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen.


To the ones today with me, to the ones who have left, to the ones who left and will never come back, to the ones I wish I could have known better and will never get the chance... to ALL my friends, the true ones.

You know who you are and you will all be on "my videotape"...

John Frusciante - Big Takeover + Lucky cover

Album: Niandra LaDes and Usually Just a T-Shirt
Track nr: 4
Duration: 3:18
Year: 1994
Genre: Experimental Rock



No one dared to shove off that shower
When nobody turned to be clean
Was not even touched by the water
Just another nazi scheme, yeah
The big takeover, yeah
Mile high, the big takeover, yeah


All throughout this whole condition
Prepare yourself for the final quest
The world is doomed with is own integration
Just another nazi test, yeah


So believe me when I say
There's no hope for the usa
The world is doomed with it's own integration
Just another nazi test yeah
The big takeover

Friday, 4 July 2008

Bonnie "Prince" Billy & Matt Sweeney - I Gave You

Album: Superworlf
Track nr: 11
Duration: 2:37
Year: 2005
Genre: Folk



I gave you a child, and you didn't want it
Thats the most that I have to give.
I gave you a house, and you didn't haunt it
Now where am I supposed to live.
I gave you a tree and you did not embrace it
I gave you a nightmare and you didn't chase it
I'd give you a dream and you'd only wake from it
Now I'll never go to sleep again.
I'd give you a treasure and you'd only take from it
Look at the hole where jewelry had been
Baby oh baby
Why must you escape from it
This love that we once called our friend.
(hoo ooo, ooo. hoo ooo ooo...)

I gave you my body and you ate aplenty
I gave you ten lives and you wasted twenty.
Now I'm standing empty, helpless and bare, without a morsel left of me to give
And you, you have vanished, into the air
The air in which I must live

Monday, 30 June 2008

Green Jelly - Three Little Pigs

Album: Cereal Killer
Track nr: 1
Duration: 5:53
Year: 1993
Genre: Comedy Rock




Why don't you... Sit right back
And I... I may tell you a tale
A tale of three... little pigs
And A Big... Bad... Wolfffffff!!!

Well the first little piggy
Well he was kinda hip
He spent most of his day just a dreamin' of the city
And then one day, he bought a guitar
He moved to Hollywood to become a star
Livin' on the farm he knew nothing of the city
Built his house out of straw, what a pity
And then one day, jammin' on some chords
Along came the wolf knockin' on his door

[Chorus]
Little pig, little pig let me in
(Not by the hair of my chinny, chin chin)
Little pig, little pig let me in
(Not by the hair of my chinny, chin chin)
Well I'm huffin' I'm puffin
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' puffin' blow your house in
Huffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!!
Huffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!!

Well the second little piggy
Well he was kinda stoked
He spent most of his time just a ganja smokin'
Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach
Gettin' paid money for religious speech
Built his shelter from what he garbage picked
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks
Then one day he was crankin' up a marley
Along came the wolf on his big bad Harley

[Repeat Chorus]

Well the third little piggy
The grade A student
His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Newton
Earned his Masters Degree from Harvard College
Built his house from his architect knowledge
A tri-level Mansion, Hollywood Hills
Daddy's rock stardom paid for the bills
And then one day came the old house smasher
The big, bad wolf the little piggy slasher!

[Repeat Chorus]

Well the big, bad wolf
Well he huffed and he puffed all that he could
And low and behold the little piggy's house stood
"It's made out of concrete", the little piggy shouted
The wolf just frowned as he pouted
So they called 911 like any piggy would
They sent out Rambooo!
Just as fast as they could

[Rambo]
Yo, wolf face
I'm your worst nightmare
Your ass is mine!

[Gunshots being fired]

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see
And that's to end the story for you and me
If you still give a listen
You just may, hear a big wolf or little piggy say...

Little pig, little pig let me in
(Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin)
Little pig, little pig let me in
(Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin)
Well I'm huffin' I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
Huffin' puffin' blow your house in
Huffin' puffin' blow your house in
Huffin' puffin' blow your house in
Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in (4x)

And the moral of the story is...
A band with no talent can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet show

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

K's Choice - Everything for Free

Album: Cocoon Crash
Track nr: 3
Duration: 3:48
Year: 1998
Genre: Alternative




I don't know who you are
But you seem very nice
So will you talk to me
Shall I tell you a story
Shall I tell you a dream
They think I'm crazy
But they don't know that I like it here
It's nice in here, I get everything for free

Have you been here before
Shall I show you around
It's very pretty
Have you come here to stay
Well, you sure picked a day
My name is Billy
It's my birthday, you're invited to my party down the hall

Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be
I'll never know, but I am sure that I'll get everything for free

I'm not troubled or sad
I'm just ready for bed
It's been a long day
Before they switch off the lights
It truly was a delight
They think I'm crazy
But they don't know that I like it here
It's nice in here

Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be
I'll never know, but I am sure that I'll get everything for free

Where I go, what I'll become or who I am or what I'll be
I'll never know, but I am sure that I'll get everything for free
Everything for free

I don't know who you are
But you seem very nice
So will you talk to me
Have you been here before
Well, you sure picked a day
They think I'm crazy

Saturday, 21 June 2008

Monday, 9 June 2008

Sunday, 1 June 2008

Gil Scott Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Album: Small Talk at 125th and Lenox
Track nr: 2
Duration: 3:09
Year: 1970
Genre: Soul





You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Saturday, 31 May 2008

Kalashnikov - Tiananmen

Album: Oh Yeah Motherfucker!
Track nr: 3
Duration: 4:32
Year: 2007
Genre: "War Time Rock 'n Roll"




Kalashnikov's gonna tell you a litle bed time story now
The kind of story you don't want to tell your children at night
A story where thousands of people die

The place was China
And the year 1989
A bunch of students
Occupied a square
In the center of town
Asking for no much than
Peace and democrocy

But China is a big country
They don't want no fucking
Pussy democracy there
So they sent the army:

Tiananmen Tiananmen
Kill another yellow man

It Was in the first hours
of the morning
When the tanks and the soldiers
Start to shoot over
Tiananmen square
The great Majority
of the students
Were only sleeping at the time
they died whithout knowing
that the men who killed
them were their own blood

Tiananmen Tiananmen
Kill another yellow man

"This is no fucking Hollywood production"