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Comentários e resenhas sobre discos, letras de músicas e filmes; com enfoque em aspectos depressivos.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Nick Cave - Watching Alice


Eis aqui uma excelente música sobre "voyerismo"

Watching Alice

Alice wakes it is morning
She is yawningAs she walks about the room
Her hair falls down her breast
She is naked and it is june
Standing at the window
I wonder if she knows that i can see
Watching Alice rise year after year
Up in her palace, she's captive there
Alice's bodyIs golden brown
Her hair hangs down
As she stoops to conquer me
First she pulls her stocking on
And then the church bell chimes
Alice climbes into her uniform
The zippers on the side
Watching Alice dressing in her room
It's so depressing, it's cruel
Watching Alice dressing in her room
It's so depressing, it's true"

Saturday, July 21, 2007

THE END


Friday, July 20, 2007

The End

This is the end, beautiful friend,
This is the end, my only friend.
The end of our elaborate plans,
The end of everything that stands,
The end, no safety no surprise,
The end, I'll never look into your eyes again.
Can you picture what we'll be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's handIn a desperate land?
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane,
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain.
There's danger on the edge of town,
Ride the King's highway, baby.
Weird scenes inside the gold mine,
Ride the highway West.
Ride the snake,
Ride the snake to the lake,
The ancient lake.
The snake is long, seven miles,
Ride the snake.
He's old and his skin is cold.
The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where're you taking us?
The killer awoke before dawn,he put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall.
He went to the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother.
And then he, he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door and he looked inside.
"Father?"
"Yes, son?"
"I want to kill you. Mother, I want to..."
Come on, baby, take a chance with us,
Come on, baby, take a chance with us,
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus.
This is the end, beautiful friend,
This is the end, my only friend.
The end, it hurts to set you free,
But you'll never follow me.
The end of laughter and soft lies,
The end of nights we tried to die,
This is the end.

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Thursday, July 19, 2007

NICO - Discography




























Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Nico *1938 +18/07/1988


"A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Who fits for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties"
Fazem quase 20 anos que ela morreu. Viveu 50 anos, ou quase. Números... mas o que isso quer dizer? Nada, absolutamente nada. Vida estranha!
Tumultuada, patética, gótica, fútil, obscura, glamorosa, ou nada... No fim, uma pedra num cemitério de Berlin - cidade onde ela passou possivelmente os seus piore anos -
Para nós imagens, sons e lendas.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT



DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.