Daan - Icon live

Facebook matou os blogs... o facebook mata o tempo mas o tempo ainda vai matar o facebook.
Este blog numa tentativa de sobreviver rouba tempo (quase morto) para partilhar algo que não morrerá com o tempo.

a Jigsaw - Drunken Sailors & Happy Pirates

E aqui está o novo álbum. Podem ouvir o single em: http://www.ajigsaw.net/

João Aguardela - Esta vida de marinheiro

Hoje vou à Fnac buscar a biografia deste senhor. Tenho imensa curiosidade em tentar compreender um pouco melhor o Sr. João Aguardela, por tudo o que ele fez pela música portuguesa e por tudo o que iria certamente fazer se não nos tivesse deixado tão cedo.

Dos Sitiados à Naifa... "a rasgar a vida".

Tom Waits - The Mayfly

The Mayfly

"The mayfly lives for
Only one day
Only one day
Only one day
I have only one life
Here amidst all this time
That was here before me
And all of the time that
Will follow
After I am gone
When I consider the mayfly
And how long I will stay
Don't we all really only
Live for a day
Don't we all really only
Live for a day?"

Hard Ground (Photographs by Michael O'Brien, poems by Tom Waits)

I gotta hold on

Há pouca coisa nesta vida a que se agarrar.
Um punhado de pessoas, uma pilha de cd's.
Se um dia essas pessoas se forem...
Não acredito que a pilha de cd's me salve.

PJ Harvey - Let England Shake - The Words That Maketh Murder

I've seen and done things I want to forget;
I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat,
Blown and shot out beyond belief.
Arms and legs were in the trees.

I've seen and done things I want to forget;
coming from an unearthly place,
Longing to see a woman's face,
Instead of the words that gather pace,
The words that maketh murder.

These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.
These, these, these are the words-
Murder...

These, these, these are the words-
The words that maketh murder.

I've seen and done things I want to forget;
I've seen a corporal whose nerves were shot
Climbing behind the fierce, gone sun,
I've seen flies swarming everyone,
Soldiers fell like lumps of meat.

These are the words, the words are these.
death lingering, stunk,
Flies swarming everyone,
Over the whole summit peak,
Flesh quivering in the heat.
This was something else again.
I fear it cannot be explained.
The words that make, the words that make
Murder.

What if I take my problem to the United Nations?