Resultados de pesquisa

Continuação do espírito musical

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Ora ultimamente as weedeias que têm sido postas aqui tem sido maioritariamente musicais. Ora por causa disso e por eu recentemente ter visto confirmado no mesmo 3º dia do Oeiras Alive09!, Dave Matthews Band e Chris Cornell, tenho de continuar com a tendência e divulgar aqui mais uma das músicas que espero ouvir nesse belo dia 11 de Julho de 2009.



I'll back you up

I remember thinking
I'll go on forever only knowing
I'll see you again
but I know
the touch of you is so hard to remember
but like that touch I know no other
and for sure we have danced
in the risk of each other
would like to dance
around the world with me
I'll be falling all about my own thing
and I know your the heaviest weight
when your not here that's hung
around my head
and your lips burn wild
thrown from the face of a child
and in your eyes
the seeing of the greatest few
do what you will, always
walk where you like, your steps
do as you please, I'll back you up
I remember thinking
sometimes we walk
sometimes we run away
no matter how fast we are running
somehow we keep
somehow we keep up with each other
I'll be falling all about my own thing
and I know your the heaviest weight
when your not here that's hung
around my head
and your lips burn wild
thrown from the face of a child
and in your eyes
the seeing of the greatest few
do what you will, always
walk where you like, your steps
do as you please, I'll back you up.

- Dave Matthews Band

Wrong

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I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong

There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It puts the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yah
Wrong
Wrong

Too long
Wrong

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong

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Depeche Mode

Utopias...

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*Editado para adicionar o link no youtube. Porque melhor que ter a letra é a música mesmo! :D

Hoje vi-me a ouvir esta música repetidas vezes... É uma cover dos Pearl Jam da "Someday at Christmas" dos Jackson 5ive. Tem uma letra linda! Utópica, mas linda! Aqui fica, enjoy:



Someday at christmas men won't be boys
Playing with bombs like kids play with toys
one warm december our hearts will see
A world where men are free

Someday at christmas there'll be no war
When we have learned what christmas is for
When we have found what life's really worth
There'll be peace on earth

Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at christmas time

Someday at christmas we'll see a land
With no hungry children
No emtpy hand
One happy morning people will share
A world where people care
Someday at christmas
There'll be no tears
When all men are equal
No man has fears
One shining moment
One prayer away
From our world today
Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at christmas time

Someday at christmas
Men will not fail
Hate will be gone
And love will prevail
Someday a new world
That we can start
With hope in every heart
Someday at christmas
Someday at christmas time (2x)

Há poemas que ficam!!

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Meditations on Turning Eight
by Lisa Simpson

I had a cat named Snowball
She died! She died!
Mom said she was sleeping
She lied! She lied!
Why oh why is my cat dead?
Couldn't that Chrysler hit me instead?
I had a hamster named Snuffy
He died...
(at this point, Homer interrupts and the rest of the poem is unheard)

Mentalidades

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Gostava de perceber porque é que, no nosso país, as pessoas achem estranho que um colega de trabalho leve o almoço de casa e que não vá ao café ou ao restaurante. Olham o colega de soslaio, de lado, comentam, perguntam e continuam a achar estranho.
É-me incómodo levar com olhares assim, apesar de não me demover a levar a minha refeição. Além do mais, o que quer que leve tem que ser passível se me agradar a uma temperatura relativamente baixa, porque não há microondas nem qualquer outro tipo de electrodoméstico na empresa onde trabalho. Nem nos sítios onde trabalhei antes havia.

Porém, em outros países europeus (para não ir muito longe), como a nossa vizinha Espanha (mais perto seria complicado), é comum levar-se o almoço de casa e aquece-lo no local de trabalho. É comum haver um pequeno espaço para os trabalhadores descansarem e disfrutarem da sua refeição, assim como é natural que hajam pequenos electrodomésticos (microondas, chaleira eléctrica, máquina de café e às vezes até um pequeno frigorífico).
É extremamente normal que alguém saia do seu emprego para almoçar e vá para um jardim, estando bom tempo, e se sente na relva ou num banco a comer a sua sande ou salada (ou qualquer tipo de prato), relaxadamente.

Cá, é simplesmente estranho. Já ouvi chamarem várias coisas a isto, desde "coisa de pobre", "ser anti-social", "não gostar dos colegas", "ser avarento", mas posso garantir que não é nenhuma delas. Acuso quem categorizar este hábito como uma das coisas que referi de ser alguém de espírito fechado e de horizontes curtos.

É simplesmente normal.

Tão perto...

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...e ao mesmo tempo tão longe. O congresso do PS e o Excelentíssimo Senhor Engenheiro Primeiro Ministro de Portugal José Sócrates na minha terra e nem sequer uma tentativa de assassinato! Peço perdão pelo meu desleixo. Para a próxima prometo não desapontar.