segunda-feira, 3 de setembro de 2007

...Black...

Hey...oooh...Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay. Were laid spread out before me as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed Has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds Of what was everything? Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, Tattooed everything... I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, So why do I sear? Hard and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad Turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...yeah... Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star, In somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, oh can't it be mine... Eddie Vedder

terça-feira, 21 de agosto de 2007

Oh you're so naive

I'm not saying it was your fault
Although you could have done more
Oh you're so naive yet so
How could this be done
By such a smiling sweetheart
Oh and your sweet and pretty face
In such an ugly way something so beautiful
Everytime i look inside
- The Kooks -

domingo, 19 de agosto de 2007

And I could hold you if you just stood still

"In this little town
cars they don't slow down
The lonely people here
They throw lonely stares
Into their lonely hearts
I watch the traffic lights...
...I know you're somewhere out there"
- David Fonseca -

terça-feira, 7 de agosto de 2007

Heartbeats

one night to be confuse done night to speed up truth we had a promise made four hands and then away both under influense we had demons in to know what to say mind is a razorblade to call for hands of above to lean onwouldn't be good enough for me, no one night of magic rush the start of simple touch one night to push and scream and then releaf ten days of perfect tunes the colors red and blue we had a promise made we were in love to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough for me, no to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough and you, you knew i had to fight devil and you, kept us away with wolf teeths sharing different heartbeats in one night to call for hands of above to lean onwouldn't be good enough for me, no to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enoughfor me, no Jose Gonzales

segunda-feira, 6 de agosto de 2007

Superstar

You hurt is broken, and you don’t seam to mind
I guess it append, a little to many times, to many times
You try a new gust tired, those long a brighten story
You weald a fire, ride on a the snow
They don’t they don’t
How cud they really know They don’t They don’t know how he really feels
We’re just on holidays
I tend spend they land escapes
How could they see as cry?
Do you remember me?
I was the one that held you through
I help a spot life were you did that crazy dance
Dance with you I felt like superstars do
Me and you
We just like superstars
I was around you
You couldn’t really tell
I held you close wild Wheel you drove, you just into hell You know!
A kind of hurt that burns
A light that loves you blind
And well you feet go
They go deeper in the sand
You way been drown
You rave to the crown decides
But they don’t really feels We’re just on holidays
I tend spend they land escapes
How could they see you cry?
Do you remember me?
I was the one that held you through
I help a spot life were you did that crazy dance
Yeah you did that crazy dance
You did that crazy dance for me
You did that crazy dance
Coz they don’t know how do you feels
We’re just on holidays
I tend spend they land escapes
How could they see as cry?
Do you remember me?
I was the one that held you through
I help a spot life were you did that crazy dance
As I dance whit you
I felt like superstars do
We’re felt just like superstars
Me and you
David Fonseca

segunda-feira, 9 de julho de 2007

Boa Sorte / Good Luck

É só isso

Não tem mais jeito

Acabou, boa sorte

Não tenho o que dizer

São só palavras

E o que eu sinto

Não mudará

Tudo o que quer me dar

É demais

É pesado

Não há paz

Tudo o que quer de mim

Irreais

Expectativas

Desleais

That’s it

There is no way

It over, Good luck

I have nothing left to say

It’s only words

And what l feel

Won’t change

Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me

É demais / It too much

É pesado/ It’s heavy

Não há paz / There is no peace

Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me

Irreais / Is unreal

Expectativas / Expectations

Desleais

Mesmo, se segure

Quero que se cure

Dessa pessoa

Que o aconselha

Há um desencontro

Veja por esse ponto

Há tantas pessoas especiais

Now even if you hold yourself

I want you to get cured

From this person

Who poisoned you

There is a disconnection

See through this point of view

There are so many special people in the world

So many special people in the world in the world

All you want

All you want

Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me

É demais / It too much

É pesado / It's heavy

Não há paz / There is no peace
Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me
Irreais/ Is unreal
Expectativas / Expectations
Desleais
Now were
Falling into the night
Um bom encontro é de dois
Vanessa Da Mata & Ben Harper

quinta-feira, 14 de junho de 2007

Lá vai lisboa...

Vai de corações ao alto nesta lua E a marcha segue contente As pedrinhas de basalto cá da rua Nem sentem passar a gente Olha o castelo velhinho, que é coroa Desta Lisboa sem par! Abram, rapazes, caminho, Que passar vai a Lisboa Que vai a Alfama passar! Lá vai Lisboa com a saia cor de mar Cada bairro é um noivo que com ela vai casar! Lá vai Lisboa com seu arquinho e balão, Com cantiguinhas na boca e amor no coração! Bairro novo, bairro velho, gente boa Em casa não há quem fique! Vai na marcha todo o povo de Lisboa, Da Graça a Campo d´Ourique! Olha o castelo velhinho, que é coroa Desta Lisboa sem par!Abram, rapazes, caminho, Que passar vai a Lisboa! Que vai a Alfama passar! Sô Dona Amália E não é que ganharam outra vez.