More Than Music

Daan - Icon live

2011-11-23T15:56:00.002Z

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

2011-10-02T14:41:00.002+01:00

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

João Aguardela - Esta vida de marinheiro

2011-09-21T19:46:00.004+01:00

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

2011-07-01T16:49:00.001+01:00

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

2011-02-09T23:27:00.002Z

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

2011-01-22T23:07:00.002Z

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?

Tom Waits - Coney Island Baby

2010-10-16T12:03:00.004+01:00

Misery is the river of the world, everything goes to hell anyway, god is definitely away on business, there is too much woe in this world, life is a riddle and a good man is hard to find.
Despite all that I cannot remember listening to anything more beautiful than this.
Maybe in the the end "it is beauty that is going to save the world"

Every night she comes
To take me out to dreamland
When I'm with her, I'm the richest
Man in the town
She's a rose, she's the pearl
She's the spin on my world
All the stars make their wishes on her eyes

She's my Coney Island Baby
She's my Coney Island Girl

She's a princess in a red dress
She's the moon in the mist to me

She's my Coney Island Baby
She's my Coney Island Girl

There i said it... AGAIN

2010-10-07T20:57:00.002+01:00

Fuck Lady Gaga.

Freedom (1989)

2010-10-07T18:54:00.004+01:00

I grew up with this album, why I remembered it today I have no idea.
But as a fan of exploring incomprehensible messages from the unconscious, I decide to press on this matter a bit further.

Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come on out
with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here.
There was a face in the window
The TV cameras rolled
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told.

The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said, What we have got here
Is a perfect track
But we don't have a vocal
And we don't have a song
If we could get
these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong.
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said, Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone.
Yeah.

There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid
blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands

So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free.
Yeah.

Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
But that's the way
all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish I could
see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home I ever had
Yeah.

Well, I keep gettin' younger
My life's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my mom
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school
For sassin' back at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
He gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose down
Wish I never got old.

There I said it

2010-09-24T19:09:00.005+01:00

Fuck Lady Gaga. There I said it.

Ké - I am (1996)
Been looking for ages for the other albums can't find then anywhere. Any help is appreciated.

"Rebounding on his own with a self released "Better Way of Living", Ke soon thereafter decided to return to his simple roots, tending to his small organic farm , and keeping involved in Animal Welfare Issues."

Fuck your gatekeeping. There I said it.

Arcade Fire - We used to wait

2010-09-06T21:30:00.002+01:00

We used to write, we used to write letters, we used to sign our name, we used to sleep at night...

"Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last

It seems strange
How we used to wait for letters to arrive
But what's stranger still
Is how something so small can keep you alive

We used to wait
We used to waste hours just walking around
We used to wait
All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown

Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last"

We used to sign our name... we used to sleep at night...

Anaquim - As Vidas Dos Outros - O Meu Coração

2010-08-24T16:03:00.002+01:00

Assim até apetece comprar CD's...

Meu coração é um viajante
Que se entrega num instante
Por ai a onde for
Acha que sabe bem o que eu preciso
Prende-se a qualquer sorriso
Sem motivos de maior
O meu coração é inocente
Pensa que a vida é um mar de rosas
Mas eu que vi espinhos em toda a gente
Afasto essas certezas duvidosas

O meu coração é um bicho muito estranho
Que se esconde e não responde a quem chamei
Alérgico ao exterior vive na toca
Onde se esconde e sufoca por não ver entrar o ar
O meu coração vive trancado
Diz que atirou a chave ao mar
E eu que a procurei por todo o lado
Só me resta assim continuar

Coração triste
Não me arrastes em teu passo
Meu corpo insiste em decidir o que faço
Se eu vir que sim ele diz que não
Eu vou bem sem coração
Entre morrer de amor e viver nesta prisão
Coração louco
Não me imponhas o teu vicio
Que a pouco e pouco vou cedendo ao sacrifício
É que eu sei bem que se acordares
E procurares por ai
Encontras outro coração para ti

O meu coração é uma criança
Ansiosa pela dança de quem lhe estender a mão
Mas este é caprichoso e inclusivo
É na lista compulsivo que não chega à conclusão
O meu coração segue as novelas
Jubila com as falas das actrizes
O meu carrega histórias de mazelas
E afasta-se desses finais felizes

Falei primeiro a bem por ser assunto de respeito
Mas não deu ouvidos perseguiu naquele jeito
Mudei para as ameaças
Tentei que usasse a razão
Mas é palavra estranha pro meu pobre coração
Farta desses maus tratos fiz as malas e parti
E logo te encontrei com o mesmo modo que eu sofri
A mesma frustração
A mesma pose o mesmo olhar
E em teu toque senti no meu corpo outro pulsar

Juntos rimos de tudo
Só chorámos nas novelas
Fingimos ser crianças e dançámos como elas
Perdemos noite e dia entre histórias e canções
Juntámos nomes, gostos e moradas
E quase sem dar por nada
Encontrámos corações

Another tip another winner - Sixteen Horsepower - Sinnerman

2010-08-10T21:09:00.003+01:00

Com sempre uma visita do meu irmão deixa muitas coisas. Não só os livros do A. dasilva O., do Alberto Pimenta, da & Etc, das Edições Mortas...

Sixteen Horsepower = Magic.

I've finished my degree!

2010-07-09T20:51:00.003+01:00

Now I think I will be "goin' out west"...

Dave Matthews Band - You And Me (live)

2010-07-09T14:03:00.007+01:00

You and me together, we could do anything, Baby
You and me together yes, yes

You and I, we're not tied to the ground
Not falling but rising like rolling around

Our arms wide as the sky

We gonna ride the blue all the way to the end of the world

Two of us together, we could do anything, baby

Entrevista David Fonseca

2010-07-08T21:04:00.003+01:00

Lights & Darks is here!!! (By here I mean my house. FINALLY!)

2010-06-23T14:34:00.005+01:00

"Lilaaaaa you silly girl!"

http://ritaredshoes.com/
http://www.youtube.com/ritaredshoes
http://www.myspace.com/ritaredshoes
http://rainbowmaker.blogspot.com/

Rita Redshoes - Captain Of My Soul Live

2010-06-18T12:28:00.001+01:00

Hoje já é Sexta e a Fnac ainda faz sopa com a minha "pré-compra".

Back from Lisbon

2010-06-16T13:45:00.001+01:00

A lot of good things came from Lisbon. :)

One of then was this gentleman right here:

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

Another awesome purchase:

Off to Lisbon

2010-06-09T09:00:00.002+01:00

Rita Redshoes - Captain Of My Soul

2010-06-04T12:57:00.002+01:00

Esta semana é só novidades...
http://www.myspace.com/ritaredshoes

Emir Kusturica & The No Smoking Orchestra - Coliseu dos Recreios 9 de Junho

2010-06-04T12:01:00.005+01:00

IT'S UNZA UNZA UNZA TIME!!

John Frusciante - Here, Air - Free download

2010-06-03T11:53:00.000+01:00

Time to write

2010-05-10T20:38:00.001+01:00

Thank you António.

Henry Louis Mencken - A Book Of Burlesques

2010-05-08T22:52:00.002+01:00

Church: A place in which gentlemen who have never been to Heaven brag about it to people who will never get there.
Creator: A comedian whose audience is afraid to laugh. Three proofs of His humor: democracy, hay fever, any fat woman.
Civilization: A concerted effort to remedy the blunders and check the practical joking of God.
Evil: That which one believes of others. It is a sin to believe evil of others, but it is seldom a mistake.
Idealist: One who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.
Theology: An effort to explain the unknowable by putting it into terms of the not worth knowing.
University: A place for elevating sons above the social rank of their fathers. In the great American universities men are ranked as follows: 1. Seducers; 2. Fullbacks; 3. Booze-fighters; 4. Pitchers and Catchers; 5. Poker players; 6. Scholars; 7. Christians.

Rockabilly @ FNAC Madeira - The Legendary Tigerman

2010-05-01T13:25:00.005+01:00

The Legendary Tigerman @ Fnac -Madeira

The stage was to small for such a large "band".

Rockabilly incarnation. Made me miss Tédio Boys!

This clip is from Fnac - St catarina - 26/11/09 - Porto, by youtube user: pedrorocks2007

Router 66
(Bobby Trout)

If you ever plan to motor west,
travel my way, take the highway that is best.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

It winds from Chicago to LA,
more than two thousand miles all the way.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

Now you go though Saint Looey
Joplin, Missouri,
and Oklahoma City is mighty pretty.
You see Amarillo,
Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona.
Don't forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino.

Won't you get hip to this timely tip:
when you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

solo

Now you go though Saint Looey
Joplin, Missouri,
and Oklahoma City is mighty pretty.
You see Amarillo,
Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona.
Don't forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino.

Won't you get hip to this timely tip:
when you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

25 de Abril 2010... E o país vai de carrinho

2010-04-27T23:10:00.002+01:00

VIVA O 25 DE ABRIL!

(José Afonso)

O país vai de carrinho
Vai de carrinho o país
Os falcões das avenidas
São os meninos nazis

Blusão de cabedal preto
Sapato de bico ou bota
Barulho de escape aberto
Lá vai o menino-mota

Gosta de passeio em grupo
No mercedes que o papá
Trouxe da Europa connosco
Até à Europa de cá

Despreza a ralé inteira
Como qualquer plutocrata
Às vezes sai para a rua
De corrente e de matraca

Se o Adolfo pudesse
Ressuscitar em Abril
Dançava a dança macabra
Com os meninos nazis

Depois mandava-os a todos
Com treze anos ou menos
Entrar na ordem teutónica
Combater os sarracenos

Os pretos, os comunistas
Os Índios, os turcomanos
Morram todos os hirsutos!
Fiquem só os arianos !

Chame-se o Bufallo Bill
Chegue aqui o Jaime Neves
Para recordar Wiriamu,
Mocumbura e Marracuene

Que a cruz gamada reclama
e novo o Grão-Capitão
Só os meninos nazis
Podem levar o pendão

Mas não se esqueçam do tacho
Que o papá vos garantiu
Ao fazer voto perpétuo
De ir prà puta que o pariu

An Idea For Good Christians - Every Sperm Is Sacred

2010-04-23T12:04:00.001+01:00

Here's a thought.

The Roman Catholic Church has over a billion members.

An estimated 22.4 million people are living with HIV in the Sub-Saharan African region. (around two thirds of the global total.)

Roman Catholics should storm the Vatican demanding the acknowledgement of the use of condoms.
If they would refuse to comply, then these good Christians should proceed with burning down one church per week until they do.

"Burning down a church!?" Some might say...
Come on! Just pretend its witch season!

If you consider that every hour 31 children die as a result of AIDS, 1 church a week is actually very reasonable.

NO! You won't be arrested! You guys are over a BILLION! Where are they going to put you guys? The Vatican?

PS: People that sign up for the cause should not be demoted from their actions by any attempts of the Church to appeal to their conscience. The people you are dealing with have NONE.

PPS: Burn down JUST the churches ok?

Hey a travel tip for you good Christians!! MANILA is WONDERFUL ANY TIME OF THE YEAR! You gotta love the Phillipines! Check some AWESOME sightseeing photos here!

The Legendary Tiger Man - Radio & TV BLues

2010-04-23T10:41:00.006+01:00

30/04/10 Showcase FNAC - Madeira.

Gimme some rat poison mixed with LSD... cause it's gonna make me feel so much better... so much better baby... than fucking... fucking MTV

5º Festival Internacional de Cinema do Funchal - Ruas da Amargura

2010-04-15T22:29:00.024+01:00

Ruas da Amargura de Rui Simões.

Não esperava ter oportunidade para ver isto no cinema. Algo deste nível numa casa de espectáculos da Madeira é difícil.

Quebrei violentamente uma regra pela qual tento me reger, desde que à muito a li no 1º parágrafo de uma obra muito bem conhecida de F. Scott Fitzgerald. Aqui vamos:

Mal vi as pessoas que estavam para ver o filme/documentário fiquei com a sensação que não eram o tipo de gente com interesse genuíno em ajudar ninguém. Calma, sei que havia excepções, até porque conheci uma. Mas regra geral no teatro estavam alguns focos de energúmenas. Aquele tipo de pessoa que melhora a auto-estima com a desgraça alheia, que não entende a desgraça alheia (mesmo que o seu trabalho dependa disso), que estava lá para as pessoas pensarem que são boas profissionais ou porque... é "chique".
E isto ficou comprovado com as gargalhadas que vou classificar (benevolentemente) como atrozes. Sim o filme tem momentos cómicos e relatos feitos de uma forma engraçada, mas, e perdoem-me (talvez) a falta de humor ou outra falha da minha personalidade que não me permita desatar a rir às gargalhadas quando um toxicodependente à provavelmente mais de 16 anos (esta dedução é minha e sei não estar longe do nº correcto) conjuga mal o verbo "andar" no Presente do Indicativo, na 3º pessoa do plural.
"Eles andem" = incorrecto;
"Eles andam" = correcto.
No mesmo desabafo este mesmo senhor, pronunciou o nome do nosso Primeiro Ministro Engº Sócrates da seguinte maneira: "Sócratus".
Aparentemente a cereja no topo do bolo para estas "profissionais" foi a palavra: "Cidadões".
Mais um erro, seria "cidadãos". Não que estas "profissionais" soubesse o significado da palavra mesmo quando proferida correctamente.
Estou a me referir no feminino, porque estas gargalhadas eram (pelo menos as que vinham detrás de mim, mas havia mais 2 focos menores à direita) de 5 senhoras "profissionais".
O gajo tá a exagerar podem pensar.... Mas é que não era a gargalhada típica, alias, era a gargalhada típica dum filme com o Jim Carrey.

Gostava de ler um exame de uma destas "bimbas", cuja educação no mínimo será uma licenciatura e procurar uns erros de português...

A estas "profissionais" desejo-lhes votos de uma vida feliz, até porque pegou moda explorar miséria humana na TV, quando se sentirem em baixo não hesitem: balde de pipocas, sofá, perninhas levantadas e pumba umas gargalhadas valentes. A box da Zon grava e a da Meo até já da parar gravar numa TV e ver noutra!

Não me pareceu estar lá nenhum universitário. Faltei a uma aula e fui. Não sou de Serviço Social e não entendo esses onde estavam. É bom ver futuros profissionais com iniciativa própria e os seus respectivos professores bem informados e prontos a sugerir eventos aos seus alunos.

Não fiquei para o debate, tive pena mas não podia faltar a 2 aulas. Além disso não quis ver o realizador embaraçado quando não soubesse responder às "profissionais" atrás de mim quando estas lhe perguntassem que mala Louis Vuitton sobressai melhor no grande ecrã.

Talvez esteja a ser um pouco áspero. Talvez tenha sido a vida a me deixar áspero. Talvez seja o facto de já ter visto amigos morrer às mãos da droga, por ainda hoje ver outros a se matarem lentamente ou de ter conhecido pessoas naquelas condições que me tenha deixado áspero. Pode haver outras razões.
Talvez pela câmara de Lisboa ir lavar a estrada onde estas pessoas pernoitam 4 e 5 vezes seguidas na semana para deixar tudo encharcado (como um sem-abrigo denunciou no filme) que me deixe áspero ou talvez, e esta já vem do meu próprio conhecimento, eu esteja áspero por ouvir o "Sócratus" dizer na TV que no Natal tinha distribuído não sei quantos cobertores aos sem abrigo, quando o que foi feito foi RECOLHER tudo o que era cartões e cobertores dos locais habituais. Talvez esteja a ser um pouco áspero. Talvez tenha sido a vida a me deixar áspero. Talvez a miséria que vi pela Europa fora deixou-me áspero. Talvez, mas talvez tenha sido outra coisa qualquer.

Queria agradecer (e já devia tê-lo feito antes) a presença do Bispo do Funchal.
Revelou ser um Bispo que se preocupa com as ovelhas tresmalhadas, e mostrou interesse em saber como tentar que essas façam parte do rebanho novamente.
Mostrou ter interesse nos problemas sociais graves que foram documentados e provou aos que criticam a igreja que, existe de facto preocupação e uma reacção pró-activa da igreja nos problemas sociais....

Alguém acreditou nesta merda que eu rabisquei atrás?

O Bispo estava numa vídeo-conferência com o episcopado discutindo de que forma iriam proceder à transferência das responsabilidades dos crimes cometidos pela igreja nos últimos(?) tempos para cima dos homossexuais e a estratégia para a lavagem cerebral aos fieis.

Recuperar ovelhas tresmalhadas? Isso tem os seus custos. A igreja não pode disponibilizar recursos para ajudar pessoas! Trazer a imagem peregrina à Madeira custa dinheiro! Ela não vinha se não ficasse no Reid's em regime de pensão completa! E quem paga o mini-bar?
E o Governo também não pode fazer mais! Porra 10mil euros por dia ao Jornal da Madeira e ainda querem que ajudem as pessoas!

Cheguei à uns tempos a uma conclusão fenomenal e facilmente verificável:

A Madeira não tem pobreza, não existe cá problemas de alcoolismo muito menos de droga, somos a democracia perfeita e como tal um exemplo para vários países (africanos). Além destes existem outros inúmeros flagelos aos quais a Madeira escapa completamente, o que me leva à minha conclusão:

Quando uma pessoa (boa) morre, não vai para o céu. Ela vem direitinha para a Madeira.
E a TAP até faz um reembolso especial! (Mediante comprovação de óbito apresentada pelo próprio.)

Muitas destas pessoas testemunharam estar a serem castigadas por deus por coisas que fizeram, e aceitavam-no completamente. Mas a verdade é que muitas destas pessoas já estiveram no purgatório tempo suficiente e precisam mesmo de uma ajuda que tarda a chegar. (Já agora se vos derem as chaves, prata primeiro a de ouro depois.)
E já que uma entrevistada revelou adorar Bergman, vou comparar as pessoas que diariamente lutam para ajudar estas pessoas ao "Antonius Block". Não se cansam de fazer as perguntas, mesmo quando sabem que nunca vão ter as respostas. Tomara o vosso jogo de xadrez salve muitos "actores".

Fernando Moedas: "Fazias isso?" (Se virem o filme, vão perceber o porquê do excerto. São 108minutos resumidos em 2 palavras.)

Se o filme não fosse português e o António Variações nunca tivesse escrito a música "Sempre Ausente" a música para o final seria do Sr. Tom Waits.

"Anywhere I Lay My Head"

(Tom Waits)

My head is spinning round, my heart is in my shoes, yeah
I went and set the Thames on fire, oh, now I must come back down
She's laughing in her sleeve boys, I can feel it in my bones
Oh, but anywhere I'm gonna lay my head, I'm gonna call my home

Well I see that the world is upside-down
Seems that my pockets were filled up with gold
And now the clouds, well they've covered everything over
And the wind is blowing cold
Well I don't need anybody, because I learned, I learned to be alone
Well I said anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys
Well I gonna call my home

Happily Ever After

2010-04-07T23:30:00.002+01:00

"I just need to show them something."

Um Mundo Catita

2010-03-24T20:21:00.002Z

Por favor não perder de maneira alguma:

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09-03-10

2010-03-10T10:32:00.001Z

Bruce Springsteen - Pay me my money down

2010-02-24T23:05:00.003Z

Can anyone think of something better to spread joy than this performance?
I can forget all about the bodies being removed from the inside of Anadia Shopping secretly and the fact that the number of casualties are fake for precisely 8 minutes and 25 seconds.

Funchal - Madeira Island

2010-02-22T22:03:00.003Z

I hope soon I will be able to go "Out in the street" (streets I grew up in) and feel good again.

The Laughing Heart - Charles Bukowski

2010-01-28T18:28:00.002Z

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

- The Laughing Heart, by Charles Bukowski

Donnie Darko - Manipulated Living

2010-01-22T16:49:00.001Z

It's impossible to get tired of this film.

28 days... 6 hours... 42 minutes... 12 seconds.

"why are you wearing that stupid bunny suit?"

"why are you wearing that stupid man suit?"

Haiti Earthquake Special Coverage

2010-01-21T12:45:00.006Z

"An extreme example of this desire to "explain" tragedy was the Rev. Pat Robertson's statement a day after the quake. He said that Haiti had been "cursed" by God because its people "swore a pact to the devil" two centuries ago through voodoo rites"

Washington Post: by David Ignatius Thursday, January 21, 2010

gOD was unavailable for comment.
His spokesman, Mr. Tom Waits stated the following:

"God's Away On Bussiness"

This just came in, a statement from the dEVIL himself:
"Don't pin this on me, even I'm not that twisted"

Bobby Mcferrin improvisation with Richard Bona

2010-01-17T19:28:00.000Z

Lightning Bolt - Dracula Mountain live

2010-01-15T13:07:00.000Z

What an amazing band. Experimental Rock like I haven't seen in a long time... and what a drummer! There IS harmony in chaos.

See you in the evening
see you in the dawn
see you all the daylight
then in the beyond

Tom Waits - Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis

2009-12-19T11:16:00.005Z

Now a real Christmas Song... It's got the Silent Night intro and you just can't go wrong with that one.

hey Charley I'm pregnant
and living on 9th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off euclid avenue
and I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday night.

and hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin' station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
how do you like that?

hey Charley I almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so I went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
so I came back in minneapolis
this time I think I'm gonna stay.

hey Charley I think I'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car
every day dependin on how
I feel.

hey Charley
for chrissakes
do you want to know
the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day.

It's Christmas and...

2009-12-19T10:22:00.007Z

Christmas sucks.

Here we go again, another holiday season, where for some reason all the lit up trees make people smile for some strange reason. People find it strange I don't enjoy Christmas very much. Forgive me for not enjoying a time of the year where apparently what we celebrate is hypocrisy and hollowness. A christmas tree turned on and suddenly we remember to invite family over or they decide it's a good time to drop by. How I imagine people's faces when they realize can't afford to buy what they "have" to bring.
What I can't imagine are the parents faces when they realize there's no way they can afford none the "amazing" toys their kids get brainwashed daily with on television.
Can't also imagine the kids disappointment when they do open the presents their parent can afford. I love television more everyday. This time of the year they are in the "breaking hearts" business.
Everyone expects too much when they should expect nothing at all. Instead of programming the kids to "get" this should be the time for them to give... but no... if Christmas was a time where you could only give something to someone that couldn't give anything back... well then everyone would just fucking hate Christmas wouldn't they?
Hey I had my share of Christmases I enjoyed, but now I'm "all" grown up. I keep in touch all year long with the family that cares and I sure as hell don't pretend to get along with the ones that don't give a shit.
It's not like we live 3000km away from each other. (It's more like 50 one side to the other) So what's the excuse? I'm quite lucky in this department although I'm bitching about it... it's just cause I know things and people.

I read somewhere something like this: "He who does not have Christmas in his spirit will not find it under a tree".

So think about Christmas when you see someone at the shopping centre's entrance asking for your help for something, cause wether it's dogs, cats, cancer, aids, info-exclusion, poverty it's not your money they are asking for it is your help. Make your Christmas spirit kick-in then.
When you buy a burger and ask for some bullshit sauce that costs 0.20cents, read the sign that says if you give 0.20cents to help the entity will give another 0.20... fuck go crazy give them 0.40cents! Oh you will see that the satisfaction you get upon purchasing something you don't fucking need but still buy will come. If it doesn't well the 0.40cents weren't meant to help YOU now were they?
Go the the closest bricolage shop and walk the isles looking for more shit you couldn't think of to have but will reflexively grab if someone tells you its fucking cheap or fucking useful or that it look would amazing with the curtains you're already carrying under your fucking arm.

Errr i got kinda lost (and pissed) along the way didn't I? Well I probably missed some points I would like to focus on but it doesn't matter the ones I did focus on you are completely unaware to and you are completely unrelated to them.

Have a wonderful Christmas, spend a lot of money you don't have, buy more shit you don't need, replace your lack of affection towards someone else by buying them some shit they probably don't need either and pretend that you don't use Christmas to try and make up for being an ass the other 364 days of the year.

Oh! Have a Happy New Year! Then do everything the again same way.

This song I share might sound like Peter Murphy and Tom Waits but it's not. Definitely worth listening to.

Oh, give me a noose I can hang from the tree
I need no excuse to end my misery
This holiday season is all the more reason to die

Oh, pull up a stool and an ear to a fool
Once found some solace in the season of yule
This holiday season is all the more reason to cry

I put on my mittens, one green and one red
And I walk alone where they bury the dead
The snow falls as I breathe
It's a Gothic, death-rock Christmas eve

The bottle is empty
The sleigh has a flat
The stripper in my bed is ugly and fat
Her tassels are tangled and what's worse
My jingle won't jangle

This time of the year makes me sick to my guts
All this good cheer is a pain in the nuts
When it's your career to be down in the dumps
Tidings of comfort and joy really suck

I feel like St. Nicholas is pulling my leg
This thing we call "Christmas" is a sorry black plague
This holiday season is
All the more reason to die

José Afonso

2009-12-17T22:22:00.013Z

Coincidências da vida é isto:

Acabar de imprimir um trabalho sobre um poema à nossa escolha, ir para o elevador à pressa para entrega-lo, e ao chegar ao elevador ter uns olhos a me seguirem. Os mesmos olhos que tinha acabado de imprimir para o trabalho, a mesma foto que tinha imprimido para o trabalho.
O livro era este, o preço era outro...
Tinha que dar tempo. Atrasado também já estava.
Saquei duas de 10 veio para traz uma de 5...
Já li um pouco mas a Presidência Sueca não me dá tempo para muito mais.

Gostava de poder por aqui um video de "Os Bravos" ou das "Trovas Antigas"... mas é complicado.

Esta também é eterna, ainda mais vivendo onde vivo. Por vezes a ler o diário dou por mim a trautear um "Eles comem tudo(...)" ou um "E não se esgota o sangue da manada"...

No céu cinzento sob o astro mudo
Batendo as asas Pela noite calada
Vêm em bandos Com pés veludo
Chupar o sangue Fresco da manada

Se alguém se engana com seu ar sisudo
E lhes franqueia As portas à chegada
Eles comem tudo Eles comem tudo
Eles comem tudo E não deixam nada

A toda a parte Chegam os vampiros
Poisam nos prédios Poisam nas calçadas
Trazem no ventre Despojos antigos
Mas nada os prende Às vidas acabadas

São os mordomos Do universo todo
Senhores à força Mandadores sem lei
Enchem as tulhas Bebem vinho novo
Dançam a ronda No pinhal do rei

Eles comem tudo Eles comem tudo
Eles comem tudo E não deixam nada

No chão do medo Tombam os vencidos
Ouvem-se os gritos Na noite abafada
Jazem nos fossos Vítimas dum credo
E não se esgota O sangue da manada

Se alguém se engana Com seu ar sisudo
E lhe franqueia As portas à chegada
Eles comem tudo Eles comem tudo
Eles comem tudo E não deixam nada

(Aparentemente sem relação nenhuma a este post)

(Aparentemente...)

Sooner or later...

2009-12-13T14:19:00.002Z

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

(Johnny Cash version)

Good timing

2009-12-08T17:42:00.006Z

The Glitter & Doom Tour made it just in time for my birthday... What a GIFT!

Speaking of gifts... check this one out:

Yup... birthday's are nice...

One song for free

2009-10-27T10:43:00.004Z

David Fonseca had release Morning Tide (I just can't remember) on Myspace and it has a something on it I can't put my finger on it... That magic that makes you go around all day with something on your mind... something you know if you had would make your day fell better and would ease off the stress... I figured it out went on myspace... I didn't have to log in... but that button is right there so why not...

Then it happened...

On the status an image of a man one hand on his head other arm stretched wide and just bellow:

"Pre-order 'Glitter and Doom Live'"

The same tour I was convinced I would see a concert of in Prague but when I paid attention to the date I saw I was one year too late...

Product Name: Tom Waits (Glitter & Doom Live) 2xLP, Shirt & Tour Book Bundle
Qty: 1
Unit Price: £32.99
> Size : 2xLP
> Size : Tour Book
> Size : Medium (38-40")
--------------------------
Order Total : £32.99
Shipping : £5.00
Grand Total : £37.99

First of all I don't have this money what I have is a(n) (amazing) girlfriend that knows exactly what to give me for my birthday. I owe you girl... "BIGTIME" (get it?)!

To think this shit started with one free song...

David Fonseca - A Cry 4 Love

2009-10-09T12:45:00.005+01:00

Já esteve mais longe e já é possível ouvir através do Amazing Cats Club as 4 versões da "A Cry 4 Love" disponíveis em Vinil já em pré-venda na Fnac no HUGE FAN PACK.

Como nem todas as noticias são boas noticias é com muita pena (e alegria à mistura) que informo que Rita Redshoes partiu para outros voos. Só temos a agradecer por 6 anos fantásticos. Voa alto Rita, que as tuas asas todos sabemos que não são de cera.

The XX

2009-10-09T11:00:00.014+01:00

Here they are, the twenty year olds who have the talent to leave a mark on music as we now it. Hitting at #6 on the NME's "The Future 50 - The Innovators Pushing Music Forward" list, while they say there sound like nothing ever heard before, I say they sound (in a subconscious way) like Joy Division, Massive Attack, The Cure, Dave Matthews, Chris Isaak, Enya!? and a couple of other things my brain keeps pushing up. Another amazing album on my "to buy list".

Jamie Smith - Baria Qureshi - Romy Madley Croft - Oliver Sim

Good luck guys! Hope you never let anyone tell you what to do, what to wear, what to play, what to sing about... I wish you guys "Infinity"... and "don't give it up" :)

Myspace
The Young Turks

Entrevista: Legendary Tiger Man e Rita Redshoes

2009-09-17T13:34:00.002+01:00

Entrevista: Mónica Fernandes | Imagem e Edição: Paulo Sampaio

Well I'll be damned...

2009-09-01T10:57:00.005+01:00

"People who can fix anything with string are disappearing. I think most things can be fixed with string, but we need to be reminded of that. Except if you pour a fresca into your computer, I don’t think that will work. Or if you pour a coke in the back of your television the string won’t work. It’ll turn into a coffee table immediately." Tom Waits, interview with Beck --> HERE!

See you soon, Mr. Waits :)

Brooke Waggoner interview

2009-08-31T17:37:00.019+01:00

Brooke Waggoner, the girl from Nashville Tennessee, that started playing piano at the age of four and fighting for a desired role in music, found herself releasing her first album Heal For The Honey in 2008, and we are but few days away from the release of her second album Go Easy Little Doves, scheduled for October 6, 2009. With a bit of seriousness and humour this interview tries to know a little more about this humble musician, writer and composer.

"My current situation is a combination of what I always reached for and more than I ever hoped for."

Given your experience, do you think that the life of a struggling artist is harder than you might have thought?
Honestly, no. It's exciting and manages to always stay afloat.

In your path to where you are now music-wise, did you ever feel lost or discouraged?
I went through bouts of feeling a little overwhelmed. I still feel that way sometimes but am learning how to fuel that into other things.

How did you overcome it?
There's a peace and quiet confidence in doing your own thing. I had to learn not to look at others or else insecurity and inferiority sets in and completely tampers with what you want to accomplish. There's a difference in appreciating other's work and seeing if you measure up to other's work. As long as I maintain integrity with what I write, I can look back at each day with a sense of peace. There's gotta be peace behind it or else it will never work.

Illegal music downloads: obstacle or powerful tool?
There's really no point in answering this question. People will do what they do regardless of my view on this.

In your songs you are able to create a 'small magical world' around you. Is that 'magical world' some place you would like to live in or is it a part of you that you want to let out?
It's very much apart of me. I don't feel that I'm creating a world, but just letting others into the world that already exists for me.

Besides the 'cocoa', what other apparently simple things do you miss back home?
Ha, well I figured out I can go to any Kroger and get my cocoa fix no matter where I am. so, that being said, my home is where I am now and I love it.

You started playing piano very young, do you think you had this life planned for a long time?
I always knew I would do music: whether that meant being a piano teacher or a kid's choir director, or professor, or professional "jingle writer" or whatever... my current situation is a combination of what I always reached for and more than I ever hoped for.

Do you have any other interests that if it weren't for your music career you might have followed?
Hmmm, well I wanted to be a contortionist when I was a kid. It seemed glamorous and crazy and fascinating. Nothing like wearing skin-tight sparkly leotards and moving my body in bizarre shapes for paying spectators. But I'm the farthest thing from flexible. So that dream quickly disintegrated!

Is there any writer you feel has made an impact on your life?
Larry McMurtry. And Blossom Dearie's voice has gotten me through alot!

A country you would like to visit?
Fiji. It's in the middle of nowhere!

Choose a colour.
Turquoise. For life!

A country you would like to live in.
South America minus the hurricanes and drug lords

Pets?
No. I have enough responsibility as it is...

Do you believe in magic?
Of course!

Where was the last place you found it?
At a Superbowl party one year ago.

Where would like to see yourself in five years?
Absolutely swamped in fascinating projects with a masters/ph.d in mathematics

Ask yourself a question.
What is my first name?
You got me there.

Ask me a question.
What did you wanna be as a grown-up when you were a kid? Did you get what you wanted?
I wanted to be an astronaut. Music makes me go places, fly away and see things from a higher perspective. So yes you can say I got it.

(February 9th, 2009)

Visit Brooke Waggoner's webpage: http://www.brookewaggonermusic.com/

I've had this interview for quite some time but could only find the time to post it now. I apologise for that and at the same time thank Brooke Waggoner for her availability and kindness all the way.

Talent that does not let you down

2009-08-31T17:36:00.000+01:00

More is sure to come.

David Fonseca - A Cry 4 Love

2009-07-27T11:55:00.006+01:00

A good way to come back to this blog.

A wonderful single and to know that an Atari will be made part of the album as an instrument...

Let's stay tuned! :D

Short Break

2009-02-27T19:23:00.001Z

There will be a short break in this blogs posts.

Why?

I'm pretty sure you can find that out right HERE!

Leonard Cohen - Dance Me To The End Of Love - 1984

2009-02-06T03:01:00.002Z

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic til Im gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
Were both of us beneath our love, were both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till Im gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Boring Dream

2009-02-05T23:19:00.003Z

Primus - Coattails Of A Dead Man

2009-01-27T14:46:00.002Z

He wasn't looking for fanfare or fame
But it all cam around just the same
He then met a girl with desire in her eye
He gave her love, she took his name

The times they were good, the times they were bad
Most times it was just in between
The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had
She put on display for all to be seen

Some find their solace in work or the lord
She was quite content in her dream
When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light
He found comfort in the bottle of Ol'Jimmy Beam

One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole
He reached out for something' to feel
She offered back bothin' but lack of respect
So he let himself out with two barrels of steel

She cried in the day she cried in the night
She cried loudest when someone was near
Weather crying for him or she cried for himself
The bigger the camera the bigger the tear

Most folks agree she was living a hell
and publicly she showed her pain
And never once she was there a thought for herself
And the ever growing slices of fortune and fame

Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high
(repeated all over)

Jack Kerouac

2009-01-16T02:41:00.006Z

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” - Jack Kerouac

Tom Waits - Downtown Train (1985)

2009-01-04T12:47:00.000Z

Outside another yellow moon
punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down the street
shining like a new dime
the downtown trains are full with all those Brooklyn girls
they try so hard to break out of their little worlds

You wave your hand and they scatter like crows
they have nothing that will ever capture your heart
theyr'e just thorns without the rose
be careful of them in the dark
oh if I was the one
you chose to be your only one
oh baby can't you hear me now

Chorus

Will I see you tonight
on a downtown train
every night is just the same
you leave me lonely now

I know your window and I know it's late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the four way
you watch them as they fall
they all have heart attacks
they stay at the carnival
but they'll never win you back

Chorus

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
where every night is just the same you leave me lonely
will I see you tonight on a downtown train
all of my dreams just fall like rain
all upon a downtown train

Glasses for Everyone

2009-01-04T12:35:00.004Z

"Proof that individuals can still do some serious good in this world. After years of trying, Josh Silver, a professor of physics at Oxford University, has come up with a way to give sight to the world’s poorest residents. To do this, Silver has created a pair of self adjusting glasses which can correct vision without an optometrist. Inside the plastic lenses are two clear circular sacs filled with fluid.The wearer adjusts a dial to add or reduce the amount of fluid and change the thickness of the lens allowing people to adjust the glasses to their own prescription.

Silver intends to distribute these groundbreaking and affordable glasses to a billion of the world’s poorest people by the year 2020. So far he has distributed 30,000 pairs in 15 countries."

Full story in The Guardian here.

15-12-08

2008-12-16T00:12:00.007Z

Antony and the Johnsons - Cripple and the Starfish Live

2008-12-04T20:18:00.001Z

"I'll grow back like a Starfish"

It's alive!

2008-12-04T13:30:00.002Z

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)

Pobreza na Madeira 4% ou 31%?

2008-11-21T18:33:00.007Z

"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.

Obama vs McCain

2008-11-05T00:38:00.005Z

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!

Tom Waits - Interviews HIMSELF

2008-10-30T01:58:00.011Z

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."

All of these lucky clovers so close to my house!

2008-10-26T22:45:00.004Z

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

2008-10-25T13:31:00.004+01:00

"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"."

Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika - African National Anthem

2008-10-19T20:00:00.003+01:00

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

Lançamento E.P de Anaquim

2008-10-15T01:51:00.004+01:00

Tom Waits - Jockey Full of Bourbon live

2008-10-03T13:58:00.000+01:00

Tom Waits on Letterman

2008-09-28T18:30:00.001+01:00

Tom Waits - Tango Till They're Sore

2008-09-27T01:40:00.002+01:00

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.

Ingmar Bergman's - The Seventh Seal (1957)

2008-09-26T00:36:00.006+01:00

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

Beck - Walls (live)

2008-09-16T19:06:00.003+01:00

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."

By Dan DeLuca

Inquirer Music Critic

Beck - Modern Guilt Promo 2008

2008-09-12T20:41:00.001+01:00

Deolinda - Fado Toninho

2008-09-02T19:14:00.005+01:00

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Queen - Radio Ga Ga

2008-08-31T14:11:00.003+01:00

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

Pop Station!

2008-08-28T22:38:00.002+01:00

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

The Wildhearts - I Wanna Go Where The People Go

2008-08-19T23:22:00.005+01:00

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!

David Bowie - Space Oddity

2008-08-03T15:09:00.004+01:00

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

Sad... by Spaild

2008-07-26T17:30:00.002+01:00

DeviantArt

Anaquim - Na Minha Rua

2008-07-26T15:31:00.006+01:00

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"...

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

2008-07-16T19:47:00.007+01:00

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.

Bob Dylan - Blowin' In The Wind

2008-07-15T23:23:00.003+01:00

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.

Stephen Biko (1946-1977)

2008-07-14T02:20:00.009+01:00

"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

To my friends...

2008-07-11T15:28:00.006+01:00

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

2008-07-11T00:28:00.005+01:00

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

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

2008-07-04T00:34:00.003+01:00

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

Green Jelly - Three Little Pigs

2008-06-30T20:57:00.002+01:00

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

K's Choice - Everything for Free

2008-06-25T23:27:00.004+01:00

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

Lewis Black - Video Games

2008-06-21T01:29:00.001+01:00

Sérgio Godinho - O galo é dono dos ovos

2008-06-10T19:02:00.002+01:00

Star Wars - "There is no TRY"

2008-06-09T20:12:00.002+01:00

"That is why you fail"

Gil Scott Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

2008-06-01T14:50:00.003+01:00

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.

Kalashnikov - Tiananmen

2008-05-31T16:46:00.009+01:00

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"

dEUS - Suds & Soda

2008-05-30T00:03:00.004+01:00

Album: Worst Case Scenario
Track nr: 2
Duration: 5:14
Year: 1994
Genre: Alternative

Your head come on is dead and gone
it might as well be said so long
It's suds and soda a brain decoder
and can I wait for my decoder

Get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda a smile decoder
and can I get yeah what I ordered?

And there's always something in the airsometimes,
suds & soda mix OK with beercan I,can I break your sentiment

Oohhh, you're just reminding me
can't see no person there
Just wanna shout what the fuck...

Jimmy Dean is Halloween
like kerosene for dee dee scene
It's suds and soda a brain decoder
and can I skip this thing I ordered

Get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda a vibe decoder
and can I get yeah what I ordered?

And there's always something in the air
sometimes,
suds & soda mix OK with beer
can I
can I break your sentiment

Ohh, you're just reminding me
can't see no person there
Just wanna shout what the fuck...

And there's always something in the air

Your face come on is dead and gone
you might as well be said so long
It's suds and soda a brain decoder
and can I wait for my devoter

Get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda a smile decoder
and can I skip yeah what I ordered?
and can I break your sentiment

So can I break your sentiment
Friday, Friday

Yes. dEUS again. I want to remember their good old days.
Sounded so much better with Stef Kamil Carlens...

dEUS - Sister Dew

2008-05-28T13:16:00.002+01:00

Album: Ideal Crash
Track nr: 2
Duration: 5:35
Year: 1999
Genre: Alternative

Oh my sweet Sister Dew what have I done?
All my life I've only loved the one.
I was taught to be tolerant and plain
I was taught a million things I can't explain.

It must have been the hatred in her eyes
It must have been the power to her lies
Sister tell me there's a place where I can hide

Oh my sweet this is how it did unfold
no my body never felt so calm and cold.
All around us there were people in the park.
No my senses never felt so clear and stark.

And I swear that she saw it in my way
and I'm sure that she heard it in my voice
Sister tell me please I didn't have a choice.

I enjoyed to see her being idle
she never had no worries, nothing vital
from the day I met her to the final... afternoon.
There was something there I can't describe it
we were kicking ass we didn't fight it.
She never once suspected, that she had it... coming soon.

Oh my sweet Sister Dew what have I done?
all my life I've only loved the one.
I was raised with compassion and they said
I was loved for the loving that I spread

Now the only thing remaining is this chill.
and the only emptiness I need to fill
is understanding what it is that made me KILL.

Haaahaaah-haaahaaah-haaahaaah-haaahaaah

Please forgive me if I keep on smiling
but every sad story has a funny side in
from that moment on I felt like crying... every day.
All around us there were people screaming
For half a second I thought I was dreaming
my baby looked at me her eyes were beaming,
I walked away.

Oh my sweet Sister Dew what have I done?
All my life I've never loved no one.
So it dawned on me this should be the place
now the only thing I crave is an embrace.

So let your tender wisdom be mine
and let me come to you like a child
I'd like to stick around here for a while

Casablanca (1942)

2008-05-25T13:56:00.001+01:00

If you haven't seen it... turn off your bloody computer and go buy it.
(I didn't say go rent it cause I wouldn't want you spending money twice)

PJ Harvey - Down by the water

2008-05-23T01:07:00.001+01:00

I lost my heart, under the bridge
To that little girl, so much to me
And now I moan, and now I holler
She'll never know, just what I found

That blue eyed girl, she said "No more"
That blue eyed girl, became blue eyed whore
Down by the water, I took her hand
Just like my daughter, I'll see her again

Oh, help me, Jesus, come through the storm
I had to lose her, to do her harm
I heard her holler, I heard her moan
My lovely daughter, I took her home

Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter