"Red Poppy Day"

"In Flanders Fields"

By John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard among the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If yea break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."

"Já comeste Porca hoje?"

A Política - A Grande Porca,

In Memoriam de Rafael Bordalo Pinheiro



P.s. Acho que me vou inscrever na JSD

"Saudade?"

Saudade de um ideal ou de algo real?

"Ultimato - FIM"

Cedeste mais depressa que o D.Carlos e o Mapa Cor-de-rosa...

"Ultimato"

Não sei porquê, mas muito bem: 5.

"This Is The Last Time"


"This is the last time
That I will say these words
I remember the first time
The first of many lies
Sweep it into the corner
Or hide it under the bed
Say these things, they go away
But they never do

Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of


The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last lie
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind

This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
Tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
You say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried

Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last lie
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind


The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last lie
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind"


em "This Is The Last Time" de Keane

"Tragicomédia"

Delicioso sentido de humor. Porventura apenas ébrio, mas ainda assim delicioso. Mea culpa? Todo o argumento proferido, cada palavra dita, cada lágrima derramada, mea culpa? Não, não, não. Não cairei mais em redes de mentiras que me colocam no centro de tragédias alheias e que com algum engodo me acusam de responsável.
Hilariante sentido de humor. Desprovido de lógica e razão, mas ainda assim hilariante. Mea culpa? Fui eu que fiz tudo aquilo de que fui acusado pelos que se consomem? “Não tentes argumentar que eu sei que tens razão”, pedido estranho e mesmo assim acedido. Mas talvez com alguma razão: há certos assuntos ilógicos e cuja argumentação não leva à sua realização. Talvez com o coração… Curioso, a lógica favorecia-lhes mais a situação.
Não fui eu, não sou eu, não serei eu.
Chega de usar a mesma desculpa para fugir às repercussões, às consequências, às responsabilidades, até, quem sabe, chegar finalmente ao fim. Essa constante, certamente falsa, e doentia obsessão impede-vos de viverem, progredirem. Lutem em vez de se esconderem em mentiras nas quais nem vós acreditais.

P.S. Peço desculpa aos leitores que nada têm a ver com a situação a que se deve esta publicação.
Aproveito também para anunciar, em resposta a alguns pedidos, que tentarei escrever eu próprio mais no blog. Alterarei um bocado o estilo para que o possa actualizar mais frequentemente, juntando crónicas e pensamentos em vez de textos e músicas (não querendo isto dizer que deixarei de os colocar aqui, de todo)

"A Bad Dream/ Um Mau Sonho"

"Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.

Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.

Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now."


em "A Bad Dream" de Keane


Acordei. Não dormirei mais. Não viverei nos vossos mundos de fantasia e sonhos que vós mesmos tornam em pesadelos. Porquê estar no escuro? Porquê deixar-me suar numa cama cujos lençóis não me pertencem? Não mais...
Que os seus ignóbeis senhores neles dormitem (ou quiçá vivam) pois o meu exaustivo descanso chegou ao fim.
Talvez noutra altura, noutro tempo, noutro sonho (ou o mesmo, tornado realidade), mas esta existência nega mais dormência.
Acordarão, porventura, um dia, uma manhã para tudo começarem mas nessa altura já o meu sol, como tantos outros, se estará a pôr.
É dia.



P.S. Espero colocar uma segunda versão ainda a ser trabalhada em breve.

"Perfect Symmetry"

"I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs

I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitals
The wisest of the animals

Who are you? What are you living for?
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more

This life is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me

Read page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before

Who are you? What are you fighting for?
Holy truth? Brother I choose this mortal life

Lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Love - maybe you'll feel it too

And maybe you'll find life is unkind
And over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you

Oh boy you ought to leave this town
Get out while you can the meter's running down
The voices in the streets you love
Everything is better when you hear that sound

Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages

Wrap yourself around me
Wrap yourself around me
As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too

Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages

Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages"


em "Perfect Symmetry" de Keane

"Let It Die"

"We had fire in our eyes
In the beginning we
Never felt so alive
In the beginning you
You blame me but
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't wanna hear it anymore

I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore

We had time on our side
In the beginning we
We had nothing to hide
In the beginning you
You blame me but
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't wanna hear it anymore

I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore

You say that I didn't try
You say that I didn't try
You say that I didn't try

I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore"


em "Let It Die" de Three Days Grace

"Hoje"

E este o dia

"Not Afraid"

"[Intro (during Chorus):]
Yeah, it's been a ride
I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one
Now some of you, might still be in that place
If you're tryin to get out, just follow me
I'll get you there

[Chorus:]
I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)

You could try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em
Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin mayhem
When I say 'em or do somethin I do it, I don't give a damn
what you think, I'm doin this for me, so fuck the world
Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stoppin me
I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I'm tearin down your balcony
No if ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he
From "Infinite" down to the last "Relapse" album
he's still shit and, whether he's on salary paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he's got the urge
to pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe

[Chorus]

Okay quit playin with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap
You said you was king, you lied through your teeth, for that
Fuck your feelings, instead of gettin crowned you're gettin capped
And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back
I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact
Let's be honest, that last "Relapse" CD was ehhh
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
Relax, I ain't goin back to that now
All I'm tryin to say is get back, click-clack, blaow
Cause I ain't playin around
It's a game called circle and I don't know how, I'm way too up to back down
But I think I'm still tryin to figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this fuckin black cloud
still follows, me around but it's time to exorcise these demons
These muh'fuckers are doin jumpin jacks now!

[Chorus]

And I just can't keep living this way
Sooo starting today, I'm breaking out of this caaaaage
I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons
I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now! (now)

It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
for you, so I could come back a brand new me you helped see me through
And don't even realize what you did, believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
my world, haters can make like bees with no stingers
and drop dead, no more beef lingers
No more drama from now on, I promise
to focus solely on handlin my responsibilities as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters
and raise it, you couldn't lift a single shingle on it!
Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club
or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up
Cause I'm raising the bar
I'll shoot for the moon but I'm too busy gazin at stars
I feel amazing and I'm

[Chorus] "


em "Not Afraid" de Eminem

"You Could Have It So Much Better"

"The last message you sent said I looked really down
That I oughtta come over and talk about it
Well I wasn't down
I just wasn't smiling at you, yeah

As I look at you now it seems
That your slapping my back as if it's alright but it's not
I'm trying to get up but you're pushing me down
Yeah, you're pushing me down

So I'll get up on my own
Oh, I'll get up on my own
Get up on my own
Oh, I'll get up on my own
Yeah, I'll get up on my own
Get up on my own
Oh, I'll get up on my own
Get up on my own, yeah

Now there's some grinning goon on my TV screen
Telling us all that it's alright because she wears this and he said that
And if you get some of these it'll all be alright
Yeah, if you get some of these it'll all be alright

Well I refuse to be a cynical goon
Passing the masses an easy answer
Cause it won't be alright
Oh no, it won't be alright
Oh no, it won't be alright
It won't be alright

Unless you get up, get up
Come on and get up, get up
I need to get up, get up
Come on get up, get up
So come on get up, get up
Come on get up, get up
Unless you get up, get up
So get up, get up, yeah
That's right

[Solo]

Well I'm just a voice in your earpiece
Telling you no, it's not alright
You know, you could have it so much better
You could have it so much better

If you tried
If you tried
If you tried
If you tried

So get up on your own
Baby, get up on your own
Get up on your own
Baby, get up on your own
Yeah, get up on your own
So get up on your own
Get up on your own
So get up on your own

Get up, get up
Come on, get up, get up
That's right, get up, get up
Come on and get up, get up
Come on, get up, get up
Yeah, get up, get up
Come on and get up, get up
Go get up, get up
Yeah!"


em "You Could Have It So Much Better" de Franz Ferdinand

"Is It Any Wonder" - video ao vivo

"Desabafo"

Desprovido de personalidade. Roubado da minha pessoa. Despido de mim. Plágios, roubos de escritas, canções. Autores únicos que são banalizados constantemente por vagabundos literários que nada sabem, nada sentem, nada vivem das suas obras.
Não os tornem vulgares, lugares-comuns de insignificância e respeitem-nos!

"State of Our Affairs"

"Morning wears a veil of rain
Above the city I live in
The traffic‘s edging forward again
But no-one knows where they’re going

Could it be a sign of our affairs
I’m seeing?
Cause we’ll still be here
When weather turns, and blue skies reappear
And you're crestfallen
Well you climb Mt. Desolation yet again
And you find we’re all just ordinary men.

Find some comfort in a bar
And hear the news from my brother
He tore his happiness apart
And says his heart won’t recover

Is this just a sign of our affairs
I’m seeing?
Cause we’ll still be here
When weather turns, and blue skies reappear
When your crestfallen
You climb Mt. Desolation yet again
And you find we’re all just ordinary men"



em "State of Our Affairs" de Mt. Desolation

"Glosa"

"Sofre, pois te não sofreste
na vida que já vivias,
sofre, pois te tu perdeste,
sofre pois não conheceste
como t'outra vez perdias;
sofre, pois já livre estavas
e quiseste sujeição,
sofre, pois te não lembravas
das dores de qu'escapavas,
sofre, sofre!"

de Jorge de Aguiar

"He Used To Be a Lovely Boy"

"Time to leave this town
now your dreams have all let you down,
No one here will miss you now,
Time to wake up and look around.

He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.

Turn away and turn a head,
just a hopeless dreamer she said,
Eyes of cloud and feet of lead,
find a shore that needs you instead.

He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.

Time on your hands,
world at your feet,
no adventure left incomplete.

(Scatting)

Find a place where you can hide
from the love that holds you inside,
time's so unkind,
like an old friend leaves you behind.

He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.

Time on your hands..."

em "He Used To Be a Lovely Boy" de Keane