sexta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2012

"Doppelgänger" — Efterklang


Sleepy I must have sat, sleepy I sat
Get to the note and get your hands out
Dive, we fall and sail flat into the noise
Rivers in time, stick to the line, sticky eyelid, blind

Sleepy I must have sat, sleepy I sat
Get to the note and get your hands out
Dive, we fall and sail flat into the noise
Rivers in time, stick to the line, sticky eyelid, blind

quarta-feira, 30 de novembro de 2011

"Losers" — The Belle Brigade



There will always be someone better than you
Even if you're the best
So let's stop the competition now
Or we will both be losers

And I'm ashamed I ever tried to be higher than the rest
But brother I am not alone
We've all tried to be on top of the world somehow
'Cause we have all been losers

I don't wanna be laid down
No I don't wanna die knowing
That I spent so much time when I was young
Just trying to be the winner

So I wanna make it clear now
I wanna make it known
That I don't care about any of that shit no more

Don't care about being a winner
Or being smooth with women
Or going out on Fridays
Being the life of parties
No, no more, no

There will always be someone worse than you
Sister don't let it get to your head
'Cause you won't be on top of the world so long
In constant competition

This ain't about no one in particular
But I could list a few
I'm removing myself from the queue

Don't care about being a winner
Or being smooth with women
Or going out on Fridays
Being the life of parties
Don't care about being harder
Or being Daddy's favorite
Or if you think I'm a mimic
Or if I am a loser

Don't care about being a winner
Or being smooth with women
Or going out on Fridays
Being the life of parties
Don't care about being harder
Or being Daddy's favorite
Or if you think I'm a mimic
Or if I am a loser

No, no more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more

"Funny Looking Angels" — Smith & Burrows


I don't wanna reason, I don't need a meaning
Don't say it doesn't matter, say it doesn't matter
I don't need an answer, to make me any better
Don't say it doesn't matter, say it doesn't matter

How you gonna do it, how you gonna do it now
I've got no calling; still I get up every morning
How you gonna do it, how you gonna do it now
Look in my pocket, you can have it if I've got it

I don't need protecting cause I know I'm gonna get it
Don't say it doesn't matter, say it doesn't matter
I don't want you messing, I know the hole that I'm in
Don't say it doesn't matter, say it doesn't matter

How you gonna do it, how you gonna do it now
I've got no calling, still I get up every morning
How you gonna do it, how you gonna do it now
Look in my pocket, you can have it if I've got it

Funny looking angels, funny looking angels
Funny looking angels, ain't got no money
We always sick and tired
We always think it's funny

I don't wanna reason and I don't need a meaning
Don't say it doesn't matter, say it doesn't matter
I don't need an answer, to make me any better
Don't say that doesn't matter, say it doesn't matter

How you gonna do it, how you gonna do it now
I've got no calling, still I get up every morning
How you gonna do it, how you gonna do it now
It's in my pocket; you can have it if I've got it

Funny looking angels, funny looking angels
Funny looking angels, ain't got no money
We always sick and tired
Always think it's funny

Funny looking angels, funny looking angels
Funny looking angels, ain't got no money
We always sick and tired
Always think it's funny

We're funny, we're funny, we're funny, we're funny
We're funny, we're funny, we're funny, we're funny
We're funny, we're funny, we're funny, we're funny
We're funny, we're funny, we're funny, we're funny

terça-feira, 29 de novembro de 2011

"Queixa das Almas Jovens Censuradas" — José Mário Branco


Dão-nos um lírio e um canivete
E uma alma para ir à escola
Mais um letreiro que promete
Raízes, hastes e corola

Dão-nos um mapa imaginário
Que tem a forma de uma cidade
Mais um relógio e um calendário
Onde não vem a nossa idade

Dão-nos a honra de manequim
Para dar corda à nossa ausência.
Dão-nos um prémio de ser assim
Sem pecado e sem inocência

Dão-nos um barco e um chapéu
Para tirarmos o retrato
Dão-nos bilhetes para o céu
Levado à cena num teatro

Penteiam-nos os crâneos ermos
Com as cabeleiras das avós
Para jamais nos parecermos
Connosco quando estamos sós

Dão-nos um bolo que é a história
Da nossa historia sem enredo
E não nos soa na memória
Outra palavra que o medo

Temos fantasmas tão educados
Que adormecemos no seu ombro
Somos vazios despovoados
De personagens de assombro

Dão-nos a capa do evangelho
E um pacote de tabaco
Dão-nos um pente e um espelho
Pra pentearmos um macaco

Dão-nos um cravo preso à cabeça
E uma cabeça presa à cintura
Para que o corpo não pareça
A forma da alma que o procura

Dão-nos um esquife feito de ferro
Com embutidos de diamante
Para organizar já o enterro
Do nosso corpo mais adiante

Dão-nos um nome e um jornal
Um avião e um violino
Mas não nos dão o animal
Que espeta os cornos no destino

Dão-nos marujos de papelão
Com carimbo no passaporte
Por isso a nossa dimensão
Não é a vida, nem é a morte


POEMA: Natália Correia

"You're a Mirror I Cannot Avoid" — Bad Books


I caught you caroling and giving grief
Thought you were cannonballing after me
I let your actions speak for themselves
And wished you well

But you're a mirror I cannot void
Strung out and jittery and paranoid
A leaky battery that cant keep charged
Get in the car and say what you mean
Explain yourself to me and Ill try not to judge you more than you would

Let me help, I promise not to tell
Like anyone's asking or anyone should

First time I met you I was full of fear
Knew that eventually you'd disappear
Just when I needed you you'd burn to smoke
And off you go

Just come back and peel away the mess
Lay here beside me and open your eyes
Take it back your dignity your tact
Turn back to the person you tried to let die

I caught you nesting with your analog
Glassy eyes from kissing poison frogs
Becoming infinite against his couch

Open your mouth and say the words
You used to wish you heard
Back when you focused enough to be good

And if you''re gone
An endless false alarm
Just remember I loved you
As long as I could

segunda-feira, 28 de novembro de 2011

"Going to a Town" — Rufus Wainwright


I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down
I'm so tired of America

I'm gonna make it up for all of The Sunday Times
I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead

Tell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved?
Tell me, enough of thinking everything that you've done is good
I really need to know, after soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
I'm so tired of America

I really need to know
I may just never see you again, or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead
I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And that's all I need

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I'm going to a town
That has already been burnt down

"In this Shirt" — The Irrepressibles


I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,
Overcast, by your shadow, as our worlds move on,
But in this shirt, I can be you, to be near you for a while,
There's a crane, knocking down all those things, that we were,
I awake, in the night, to hear the engines purr,
There's a pain, it does ripple through my frame, makes me lame,
There's a thorn, in my side, it's the shame, it's the pride
Of you and me, ever changing, moving on now, moving fast,
And his touch, must be wanted, must become, through your ask,
But I need Jake to tell you, that I love you, it never rests,
And I've bled every day now, for a year, for a year,
I did send you a note on the wind for to read
Our names there together must have fallen like a seed
To the depths of the soil buried deep in the ground,
On the wind, I could hear you, call my name, held the sounds,
I am lost,
I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,
I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,
I am lost

sexta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2011

"Beneath the Rose" — Micah P. Hinson


It is said
that you cannot be found
under rocks or broken skull
I will lay down
I will lay down
I can be found beneath the rose
beneath the rose
alone

Safe to say
that I'll never be found
broken bones holding loose
you will be crowned
you will be crowned
queen of all you have found
you have found
alone

It is said
that you cannot be found
under rocks or broken skull
I will lay down
I will lay down
I can be found beneath the rose
beneath the rose
alone