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A cantar desde 27 de Setembro de 2009...

> PEARL JAM "Back Spacer"

"Humming" - Portishead

Hoje fui ao bau...


Closer, no hesitation
Give me, all that you have
And its been so long, that i can't explain
And its been so long, right now, so wrong
Naked, my thoughts are creeping
Too late, the show has begun
Cause its been so long, that i can't confess
And its been so long, right now, so wrong
Is it all as it seems
So unresolved, so unredeemed
If i remain, how will i know
Cause its been so long
That i can't be sure
And its been so wrong
Right now, so wrong

> "Humming" - Portishead

"Juicebox" - The Strokes

Everybody sees me
But it's not that easy
Standing in my life fields
(standing in the light field)
Waiting for some action
(Waiting for some action over)
"Why won't you come over here?"

Why won't you come over here
We've got a city to love!
Why won't you come over here
We've got a city to love!

Old-time grudges will die so slowly
I know you miss the way I saw you.

And cold, you're so cold,
You're so cold, you're so cooold...

Nobody can see me
Everything's too easy
Standing in my life fields
(Standing in the light field)
Waiting for some actress
(Waiting for some actress)
To say "Why won't you come over here?"

Why won't you come over here
We've got a city to love!
Why won't you come over here
We've got a city to love!

Old-time love songs will die so swiftly
You never trust me...
For awhile it was nice
But it's time to say Bye!

Cold, you're so cold,
You're so cold, you're so cooold...
No, no, no,
Cold, you're so cold,
You're so cold, you're so cooold...

Oh no, no, no, no,
Cold, you're so cold,
You're so cold, you're so cooold...

No no, you're so cold.

> "Juicebox" - The Strokes

"Anybody Seen My Baby" - The Rolling Stones

She confessed her love to me
Then she vanished
On the breeze
Trying to hold on to that
Was just impossible

She was more than beautiful
Closer to ethereal
With a kind of
Down to earth flavor

Close my eyes
It's three in the afternoon
Then I realize
That she's really
Gone for good

Anybody seen my baby
Anybody seen her around
Love has gone
And made me blind
I've looked but I just can't find
She has gotten lost
In the crowd

I was flippin' magazines
In that place on Mercer Street
When I thought I spotted her

Getting on a motor bike
Looking rather lady like
Didn't she just give me a wave?

Salty tears
It's three in the afternoon
Has she disappeared
Is she really gone for good

Anybody seen my baby
Anybody seen her around
If I just close my eyes
I reach out
And touch the prize
Anybody seen her around

(Rap)

Anybody seen my baby
Anybody seen her around
If I just close my eyes
I reach out
And touch the prize
Anybody seen her around

Lost, lost and never found
I must have called her
A thousand times
Sometimes I think
She's just in my imagination

Lost in the crowd

> "Anybody Seen My Baby" - The Rolling Stones

"Stand Inside Your Love" - The Smashing Pumpkins

You and me
Meant to be
Immutable
Impossible
It's destiny
Pure lunacy
Incalculable
Insufferable (Inseparable)

But for the last time
You're everything that i want and asked for
You're all that i dream

Who wouldn't be the one you love
Who wouldn't stand inside Your love?
Protected and the lover of

A pure soul
And beautiful
You
Don't understand
Don't fear (feel) me now
I will breathe for the both of us
Travel the world
Traverse the skies
Your home is here
Within my heart

And for the first time
I feel as though i am reborn in my mind
Recast as child and mystic sage

Who wouldn't be the one you love?
Who wouldn't stand inside our love?

And for the first time
I'm telling you how much i need and bleed for
Your every move and waking sound in my time
I'll wrap my wire around your heart
and your mind
You're mine forever now

Who wouldn't be the one you love and live for?
Who wouldn't stand inside your love and die for?
Who wouldn't be the one you love?

> "Stand Inside Your Love" - The Smashing Pumpkins

"True Love" - Soldiers Of Jah Army (SOJA)

Just like the land that bear the name Africa,
Love is on my mind.
It’s for everyone no matter where you’re from,
Love, it cross all lines.
Like the feeling of all the seasons changing,
Love is a memory
And in these last days, when iniquity blazing,
Truth Love Speaks.

I need true love
Do you know what you mean to me
Does it show as I live and I breath
In the valley of the shadow, I know you’ll be.
I defense, I conquer death
I conquer the enemy (envy).

What is love really if it only affects, one aspect of life?
That’s like a musician who only accepts, his own musical type.
That’s like a preacher who only respects sunday morning, and not
saturday night
That’s how a soldier can come to reflect,
that Love is more than a man and a wife.

I need true love
Do you know what you mean to me
Does it show as I live and I breath
In the valley of the shadow, I know you’ll be.
I defense, I conquer death
I conquer the enemy (envy).

In a time of plenty, Jah gonna keep I strong.
Things get how and I keep cool, yeah,
Jah gonna keep me strong.
When InI cup is empty,
Jah gonna keep I strong.
When InI cup is full, yeah,
Jah keep I from their temptation.

> "True Love" - Soldiers Of Jah Army (SOJA)

Inglorious Basterds "Sacanas sem lei"

Cruzes roubadas, tiradas à facada, couros cabelos arrancados pela raiz e missões impossíveis agitam-se no "cocktail molotov" de "Sacanas sem lei", o novo filme de Quentin Tarantino, é muito mais que um filme de guerra.
Numa França ocupada pelos alemães, Shosanna Dreyfus (Mélanie Laurent) testemunha a execução da familía pelas mãos do Coronel nazi Hans Landa (Christoph Waltz). Escapa por pouco e foge para Paris, onde assume a identidade da proprietária de uma sala de cinema. Entretanto, algures na Europa, o Tenente Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt) organiza um grupo de soldados judeus, juntando-se à actriz alemã e agente infiltrada Bridget Von Hammersmark (Diana Kruger) numa ousada missão para terminar com a Segunda Guerra Mundial.
Este não é um filme de guerra que os nossos pais e avós gostariam de ver. É antes uma versão "punk" da obra bélica clássica à imagem de Tarantino.
Um filme a não perder que marca o regresso de Tarantino à realização para o grande ecrã.

> Inglorious Basterds "Sacanas sem lei"

"Do The Evolution" - Pearl Jam

Woo...
I'm ahead, I'm a man
I'm the first mammal to wear pants, yeah
I'm at peace with my lust
I can kill 'cause in God I trust, yeah
It's evolution, baby

I'm at peace, I'm the man
Buying stocks on the day of the crash
On the loose, I'm a truck
All the rolling hills, I'll flatten 'em out, yeah
It's herd behavior, uh huh
It's evolution, baby

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, he's my clone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I'll do what I want but irresponsibly
It's evolution, baby

I'm a thief, I'm a liar
There's my church, I sing in the choir
(hallelujah, hallelujah)

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, admire my clothes
'Cause we know, appetite for a nightly feast
Those ignorant Indians got nothin' on me
Nothin', why?
Because... it's evolution, baby!

I am ahead, I am advanced
I am the first mammal to make plans, yeah
I crawled the earth, but now I'm higher
2010, watch it go to fire
It's evolution, baby
It's evolution, baby
Do the evolution
Come on, come on, come on

> "Do The Evolution" - Pearl Jam

Exactamente...!!!

"No início do século 21, o mundo encontra-se infectado pelos vírus da padronização, da normalidade acrítica e da resignação. O paradigma neo-liberal, nascido na década de oitenta do século passado, levou ao seu esplendor o acrónimo T.I.N.A. (There Is No Alternative), espécie de slogan panfletário que resume, de uma forma mordaz, os ideais do consenso de Washington. Esta ordem das coisas, que de natural pouco tem, trouxe consigo as democracias decadentes (bem longe dos ideias gregos ou mesmo das teses contratualistas de Rosseau), políticos incompetentes, socialismos bacocos e…um grande vazio. Nas relações pessoais, o ideal é o da normalidade; o padrão torna-se norma de conduta e qualquer desvio é olhado de soslaio, com desconfiança. O hiper-consumismo faz esquecer os valores crus, as emoções à flor da pele. O amor é, agora, palavra para novelas, e o ódio serve para ilustrar os fait-divers jornalísticos. Nada é vivido com a intensidade das emoções. A sintaxe toma o valor da semântica e as palavras valem pela sua aparência. No entanto, um grupo de pessoas resiste a este estado de coisas: vivem a vida pela vida, com a intensidade de um poeta maldito, ou de um actor suicidário a diletância de um saltimbanco ou a espontaneidade de um marinheiro bêbedo. É uma geração de gentes, mas não separadas pela idade. O que os junta são as emoções, a forma como as vivem e delas sugam a vida: o amor pelo amor, a paixão pelo ódio, a volúpia do suor e a sensualidade do sangue. Tal como os caninos, esta geração vive em matilha e cada cão é a liberdade. É esta a GERAÇÃO DA MATILHA…!!!"

A grande banda... MUNDO CÂO

> Exactamente...!!!