Última mensagem de 2008

Escolhi este tema de umas das minhas bandas favoritas: dEUS, por achar que este é um tema de reviravolta, de mudança. E 2009 deverá ser um ano de mudança, sempre para melhor é claro. Deixar para trás instant stuff que não interessa nem ao menino Jesus, que não beneficia ninguém e encarar o futuro de frente como mais um desafio, do qual se pretende que todos aqueles que têm lugar no meu coração, saiam vitoriosos. E que essas vitórias sejam sempre uma renovação de corpo e alma, ou seja, renovação completa. Desejo em dobro tudo aquilo que me desejarem a mim. E um bem haja a todos. E uma entrada gloriosa em 2009!



"You're probably right, seen from your side, that I have been lucky.
But I've been meaning to crack all week.
Yes I've been involved, it never resolved into anything shocking.
Pain's playing yoyo in my body as we speak.
And now I found something to look for, but I can't decide,
Cause I might find that to stroll behind is better than to score.
Just like I did before.
It wouldn't be true, not towards you, to say that I'm staying.
When on every single impulse, on every other move I react.
Cause in any old creek, with changing technique, you'll see me playing.
After any old motherfucking blow I'll be back.
We turned away from instant stuff
Our cracking codes were breaking up
Our words were sucked out it made them clean.
And after lowness say it
And after more let it be known
Our codes are grown into something mean.
You're probably right, as for tonight, you're making me nervous.
What is it you want me to be thinking of ?
I'll put on a movie, I'll play something groovy as a matter of service.
And I'll chuckle when you smile as a matter of love.
Cause you know it's not my style to be giving up now.
And this pain in my side, I had enough.
This time I go for instant street
This life's a soulless excuse for all abuse and parenthesis.
The flyspecked windows and the stinking lobbies
They'll remain all the same, all the same.
This time I go, this time I go..."

I'm the one who makes you who you want to be

Hoje lembrei-me que esta música existia, quando, finalmente ao fim de mais de um ano cumpri uma promessa e gravei um cd para uma amiga que me tinha pedido. Shame on me por deixar a minha amiga a esperar tanto tempo por mim:S, mas better late than never :D, esta musica deixa-me nostálgica e com esta nostalgia vos deixo os Velvet revolver:

Sometimes I think I'm scared
Sometimes I know
I feel like making love
Sometimes I don't
I feel like letting go
Maybe not
I feel like giving up
Is all we got
Sometimes is all the time
And never means maybe
Sometimes is all the time
Maybe
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on (Sometimes I feel alone)
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on
Sometimes I make believe
When we're alone
Machines have taken hold
Can you get me to a telephone
It's just the little things
You used to see
Am I still that man who makes you who you want to be
I never noticed
How lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens
I never noticed
Lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens

I need you like the poet needs the pain

Pois aqui está uma grande verdade. Todos necessitamos da dor do poeta para sentir, para sabermos que estamos vivos. Sim viver todos os dias cansa, já diz o Pedro Paixão, mas sentir também dói e o poeta é sempre o que sofre mais lol. E apesar de cansados de viver e reviver dores de poetas, aqui estamos prontos para vivermos e revivermos lol. Estranho ou não, hoje ouvi esta música na rádio e comecei a pensar no curioso que é, ouvirmos tanto e gostarmos tanto de uma música e com o passar dos anos esquecemo-nos de que ela existe e depois, ouvimo-la descontextualizada daquilo que significava na altura em que a consumíamos como uma refeição, três ou mais vezes ao dia, e parece que ainda faz mais sentido. Talvez nada disto faça sentido, mas sinceramente, também não é para fazer :) Lembrei-me desta banda que é uma das bandas da minha geração, lol, como se eu me considerasse assim tao velha (risos descontrolados lool) e aqui vai ela:

In These Arms

"You want commitment
Take a look into these eyes
They burn with fire (yeah)
Until the end of time
I would do anything
I'd beg, I'd steal, I'd die
To have you in these arms tonight

Baby I want you
Like the roses want the rain
You know I need you
Like a poet needs the pain
And I would give anything
My blood, my love, my life
If you were in these arms tonight

I'd hold you
I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees for you
And make everything alright
If you were in these arms
I'd love you
I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'll never leave you
And love you 'till the end of time
If you were in these arms tonight

We stared at the sun
And we made a promise
A promise this world,
Would never blind us
And these were our words
Our words were our songs
Our songs are our prayers
These prayers keep me strong
And I still believe
If you were in these arms

I'd hold you
I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees for you
And make everything alright
If you were in these arms
I'd love you
I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you
And love you 'til the end of time
If you were in these arms tonight

Your clothes are still scattered
All over our room
This old place still smells
Like your cheap perfume
Everything here reminds me of you
There's nothing I wouldn't do...
And these were our words
They keep me strong...baby

I'd hold you
I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees for you
And make everything alright
If you were in these arms
I'd love you
I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you
And love you 'til the end of time

If you were in these arms tonight
If you were in these arms tonight
If you were in these arms tonight
If you were in these arms...baby

Like the roses need the rain
Like the seasons need to change
Like the poets need the pain
I need you
In these arms tonight"

Rootless Tree

E depois do desespero vem a raiva lol, e o grande senhor Damien Rice canaliza-a bem neste tema. Palavras para quê? A letra e a música dizem tudo. Basta ler e ouvir:)

What i want from you
Is empty your head
They say be true,
Don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me
Like a rootless tree
What i want from us
Is empty our minds
We fake a fuss
And fracture the times
We go blind
When we've needed to see
And this leans on me
Like a rootless...
So fuck you
and all we've been through
i said leave it
it's nothing to you
and if you hate me
then hate me so good that you can let me out
let me out of this hell when you're around
What i want from this
Is learn to let go
No not of you
Of all that's been told
Killers reinvent and believe
And this leans on me
Like a rootless...
So fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it
It's nothing to you
and if you hate me
then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out...
And fuck you, fuck you,
And all we've been through
I said leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
let me out...
It's hell when you're around"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rndltmm3oE

Accidental babies....

Mais uma vez aqui vos deixo Damien Rice, com uma das suas letras de dor de cotovelo (?), de desespero patente ou patenteado na sua música em geral. O som do piano acalma-me, a voz conforta-me e mais uma vez tenho de tirar o chapéu a este senhor. Consegue ter um registo intimista sem cair em muitos clichés :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5SZShwyAPk

"Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands, your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignored our others' happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done
Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place
We use cushions to cover happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?
What about...?"

Forgiven...(or not??)

Não sei por que motivo escolhi esta música... Tenho-a ouvido na rádio e de cada vez que a oiço arrepio-me. Nem sei porquê, pois só hoje li a letra, normalmente quando a oiço não tenho oportunidade de a entender, pois estou a trabalhar. De qualquer modo, a voz e a sua intensidade, o som do piano e da orquestra, nomeadamente dos violinos tocam-me na alma:). Não sei se é a tristeza deste dia cinzento que me invade, se sou eu o dia cinzento... Se é o estado do tempo que me preocupa, se é o tempo que não tenho, que voa a uma velocidade vertiginosa e não me permite viver tudo aquilo que quero viver. Se é o tempo do meu compasso que está decompassado...
Talvez por isso pense que esta música pertence aqui, pertence a este dia em que tudo parece desmoronar-se perante os meus olhos, que estão cansados de assistir a espectáculos demasiado tristes e ridículos. Não sei se é saudade, We'll always have Paris lol. But where is my Paris? Está a anos luz...Talvez saudades de quê? De sentir? Da sensação que sentir é dor? Ou apenas da ideia de sentir? Sim porque podemos estar apaixonados e ter sentimentos por ideias de qualquer coisa ou espécie. Estranho talvez. A estranheza do complexo ser humano, cuja complexidade se subdivide em milhares de milhoes de mini-complexidades. E até esta espécie de desabafo (sem o ser) se está a tornar demasiado complexo, para mim, que sou parte dessa complexidade descomplexada (?). Então aqui vai a letra do sentimento e da dor que está nos tops...

"Couldn't save you from the start
Love you so it hurts my soul
Can you forgive me for trying again?
Your silence makes me hold my breath
Time has passed you by
Oh, for so long I've tried to shield you from the world
Oh, you couldn't face the freedom on your own
Here I am left in silence
You gave up the fight
You left me behind
All that's done's forgiven
You'll always be mine
I know deep inside
All that's done's forgiven
I watched the clouds drifting away
Still the sun can't warm my face
I know it was destined to go wrong
You were looking for the great escape
To chase your demons away
Oh, for so long I've tried to shield you from the world
Oh, you couldn't face the freedom on your own
And here I am left in silence
You gave up the fight
You left me behind
All that's done's forgiven
You'll always be mine
I know deep inside
All that's done's forgiven
I've been so lost since you've gone
Why not me before you?
Why did fate deceive me?
Everything turned out so wrong
Why did you leave me in silence?
You gave up the fight
You left me behind
All that's done's forgiven
You'll always be mine
I know deep inside
All that's done's forgiven"

By my side

Bem velhinha esta música ;) E tirada bem do fundo do baú. E de resto a música diz tudo e nada tenho a acrescentar :) (Não parece meu, não debitar um testamento, mas hoje estou pobre em palavras...)

"In the dark of the night
Those small hours
Uncertain and anxious
I need to call you
Rooms full of strangers
Some call me friend
But I wish you were so close to me
In the dark of night
Those small hours
I drift away
When I'm with you
In the dark of night
By my side
In the dark of night
By my side, by my side, by my side
I wish you were
I wish you were
Here comes the clown
His face in a wall
No window
No air at all
In the dark of night
Those faces they haunt me
But I wish you were
So close to me
By my side
By my side
I wish you were
I wish you were
By my side
In the dark of night
Those faces they haunt me
I wish you were so close to me
Yes I wish you were
By my side"

A chuva e o romantismo...

Hoje é um rainy november day. Se bem que já choveu, já fez sol e parece que vai chover pela noite dentro. Gosto destes dias. São daqueles dias que é para ficar em casa, com a mantinha ou à lareira. Como não tenho lareira, fico com a mantinha e ligo o aquecedor, porque dentro de casa está tanto frio como está lá fora se não estiver pior...The cold of loneliness is colder than ever before...That's just the way it is. I should not care about it, unfortunately I do. Adiante....voltemos à chuva. Nestes dias gosto de ficar à janela a olhar a chuva a cair, não gosto particularmente de andar à chuva, mas gosto de a ver a cair em gotas e em gotinhas nas poças de água que entretanto se vão formando no chão, em mini-oceanos, onde fico a navegar em pensamentos. Hoje por acaso fiquei junto ao televisor, a ver um daqueles filmes de miúdas de liceu. Foi um regresso à pré-adolescência, mas se olharmos em nosso redor, é incrível como ainda hoje, gerações de adultos se comportam como adolescentes (na pior acepção dessa fase que muitos de nós ainda não ultrapassaram). Estava a ver o filme e a transportá-lo para a realidade. Não deixa de ser interessante em termos sociológicos. Mesmo para mim, que estou na idade física adulta, mas mentalmente ainda estou longe dela...É inevitável. Todos queremos ser aceites socialmente e, por vezes esquecemo-nos de quem somos realmente e muitas vezes para voltar ao nosso verdadeiro eu é preciso levarmos um abanão daqueles, se bem quem nem para todos isso seja o chamado "remédio santo" e nesses casos, as pessoas continuam a olhar para a tal poça de água, que entretanto cresceu para charco e quando se dá por ele, estão a afogar-se num oceano de enredos no qual se encontram sem pé e aí o afogamento é irreversível. Mas o afogamento não tem nada de romântico. A chuva, por outro lado sim. E enquanto vagueava na chuva intrínseca ao meu ser, encontrei mais uma pérola (e desta feita não tenciono feed it to the pigs;)). Primeira música a solo que conheço do cantor, que se chama Gavin Rossdale e que todos conhecemos dos Bush ;) tem uma letra profunda, gosto principalmente da parte em que é dito "Truth is I am done pretending", e é esse o espírito: I know exactly who I am and I love it. I know exactly where I stand and it is up to me changing it. And I will change it. Keep this in mind...
Então aqui fica "Love remains the same"

A thousand times I've seen you standing
Gravity like lunar landing
You make me want to run till' I find you
I shut the world away from here
I drift to you, you're all I hear
As everything we know fades to black
Half the time the world is ending
Truth is I am done pretending
I never thought that I
Had anymore to give
You're pushing me so far
Here I am without you
Drink to all that we have lost
Mistakes we have made
Everything will change
But love remains the same
I find a place where we escape
Take you with me for the space
The city buzz sounds just like a fridge
I walk the streets through seven bars
I have to find just where you are
The faces seem to blur
They're all the same
Half the time the world is ending
Truth is I am done pretending
I never thought that
I Had anymore to give
You're pushing me so far
Here I am without you
Drink to all that we have lost
Mistakes we have made
Everything will change
But love remains the same
So much more to say
So much to be done
Don't you trick me out
We shall overcome
It's all left still to play
We should've had the sun
Could have been inside
Instead we're over here
Half the time the world is ending
Truth is I am done pretending
Too much time too long defending
You and I are done pretending
I never thought that I
Had anymore to give
You're pushing me so far
Here I am without you
Drink to all that we have lost
Mistakes we have made
Everything will change
Everything will change
I, oh I, I wish this could last forever I, oh I,
As if we could last forever
Love remains the same
Love remains the same"