Sufjan Stevens ao vivo no Coliseu, Lisboa
terça-feira, maio 31
segunda-feira, maio 30
Can't go home again...
A junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago, but noone seems to know i'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain and it,
might not be such a bad idea if i never, never went home again
stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why
hang on to your rosary beads
close your eyes to watch me die
you keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it
God, but did you ever try
to turn your sick soul inside out
so that the world, so that the world
can watch you die
home is where i live inside my white powder dreams
home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams
home is where the needle marks
try to heal my broken heart
and it might not be such a bad idea if i never, if i never went home again
home again
home again
home again
kick it, quit it
kick it, quit it
kick it, quit it
kick it, can't go home again
sexta-feira, maio 27
(Des)(p)ed(ida)...
Listen to the girl
As she takes on half the world
Moving up and so alive
In her honey dripping beehive
Beehive
It's good, so good, it's so good
So good
Walking back to you
Is the hardest thing that
I can do
That I can do for you
For you
I'll be your plastic toy
I'll be your plastic toy
For you
Eating up the scum
Is the hardest thing for
Me to do
Just like honey (x 17)
segunda-feira, maio 23
A banda mais bonita da (minha) cidade...
Meu amor essa é a última oração
Pra salvar seu coração
Coração não é tão simples quanto pensa
Nele cabe o que não cabe na dispensa
Cabe o meu amor!
Cabe em três vidas inteiras
Cabe em uma penteadeira
Cabe nós dois
Cabe até o meu amor
Essa é a última oração pra salvar seu coração
Coração não é tão simples quanto pensa
Nele cabe o que não cabe na dispensa
Cabe o meu amor!
Cabe em três vidas inteiras
Cabe em uma penteadeira
Cabe essa oração
domingo, maio 22
Finally!!! Sedento... Até terça...
And I can't fall asleep
Without a little help
It takes awhile
To settle down
My ship of hopes
Wait til the past leaks out
Emocionalmente cheio...
Assim como as árvores no outono ficam sem folhas, porque é assim, se olhar para a vida como uma fase que é assim, tudo será mais fácil. Mas a questão é que é raro sermos assim, apenas porque sim. Ser humano é querer mais e diferente do que tivemos. O grande problema é que nem sempre conseguimos e quando isso acontece as desilusões retiram-nos grande parte da alegria de viver.
Não guardo raiva ou rancor, apenas sinto que me queimaram as ilusões, as mesmas que me fazem acordar todos os dias e lutar. Todos vivemos de ilusões ou ideias pré definidas do que queremos ser, dai não nos aceitar-mos facilmente, porque as ilusões de vida estão distantes e fazem-nos refletir se estamos aptos a aceitar e a experimentar algo novo. Fiquei tanto tempo a pensar no que fazer que deixei escapar novas realidades. (Desculpa a ti por isso...) Isto... porque ainda estava lá, no passado, a resolver comigo os enigmas do que teria sido fácil no início e é tão difícil agora.
Andei perdido nos porquês da vida e quase esqueci que ela, a puta, da vida é claro, passou a frente e agora que acordei, estou só. Abandonado... Já todos se foram embora, o que resta é um olhar triste, uns amigos no facebook e a procura de quem sou e porque estou aqui... sozinho neste mundo, cheio de sentimentos que se debatem dentro de mim...
Na vida tudo muda. Eu que o diga... Infelizmente, ninguém pode estar certo de amar amanhã aquilo que hoje adora. É por isso que todos os nossos projetos de felicidade nesta vida são meras quimeras.
Ufa... Que fim de semana emocionalmente cheio...
Nota: este texto foi escrito pelo meu acordo ortográfico.
Calgary...
don't you cherish me to sleep
never keep your eyelids clipped
hold me for the pops and clicks
I was only for the father's crib
hair, old, long along
your neck onto your shoulder blades
always keep that message taped
cross your breasts you won't erase
I was only for your very space
hip, under nothing
propped up by your other one, face 'way from the sun
just have to keep a dialogue
teach our bodies: haunt the cause
I was only trying to spell a loss
joy, it's all founded
pincher with the skin inside
you pinned me with your black sphere eyes
you know that all the rope's untied
I was only for to die beside
so itʼs storming on the lake
little waves our bodies break
there's a fire going out,
but there's really nothing to the south
swollen orange and light let through
your one piece swimmer stuck to you
sold, I'm Ever
open ears and open eyes
wake up to your starboard bride
who goes in and then stays inside
oh the demons come, they can subside
Pessoa Day...
"Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz,
revolte-se quando julgar necessário.
Alague seu coração de esperanças,
mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas.
Se achar que precisa voltar, volte!
Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga!
Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente.
Se estiver tudo certo, continue.
Se sentir saudades, mate-a.
Se perder um amor, não se perca!
Se o achar, segure-o!"
Fernando Pessoa
sexta-feira, maio 20
quinta-feira, maio 19
True Love Waits...
I'll drown my beliefs
To have your babies
I'll dress like your niece
And wash your swollen feet
Just don't leave
Don't leave
I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile
Just don't leave
Don't leave
And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps
Just don't leave
Don't leave
Just don't leave
Don't leave
quarta-feira, maio 18
segunda-feira, maio 16
Family Tree...
Under my love
Wake up to your window
The day calls in billows
It's echoing moonlight on to the blue nightmare of your heart
In cosy red rainbow
It's shaking off halos
And the memory of our sacred so and so's
Oh take my hand sweet
Complete your release and bury your feet
And married we'll be
Alone in receiving ours is a feeling not that they would see
They don't know that we could be
That way your cradle escaped the sea
And your raven haired Mama cought told you so's
Were laying in the shadow of your family tree
Your haunted heart and me
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts soar free
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young
Ah me all mine
Is it safe to say that we've waited patiently
Call me on time
And recall the tune that has place us gracefully
All into line
There's the garden grave and a place they've saved for you
I'll fall by your side
Though your silver haired Mama throws told you so's
Were laying in the shadow of your family tree
Your haunted heart and me
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts soar free
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young
And now we'll gather in the shadow of your family tree
In haunted harmony
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the valley of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts soar free
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep us young
Wake up to your window
The day calls in billows
It's echoing moonlight on to the blue nightmare of your heart
In cosy red rainbow
It's shaking off halos
And the memory of our sacred so and so's
Oh take my hand sweet
Complete your release and bury your feet
And married we'll be
Alone in receiving ours is a feeling not that they would see
They don't know that we could be
That way your cradle escaped the sea
And your raven haired Mama cought told you so's
Were laying in the shadow of your family tree
Your haunted heart and me
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts soar free
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young
Ah me all mine
Is it safe to say that we've waited patiently
Call me on time
And recall the tune that has place us gracefully
All into line
There's the garden grave and a place they've saved for you
I'll fall by your side
Though your silver haired Mama throws told you so's
Were laying in the shadow of your family tree
Your haunted heart and me
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts soar free
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young
And now we'll gather in the shadow of your family tree
In haunted harmony
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the valley of your family tree
There's a hundred hearts soar free
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep us young
quarta-feira, maio 11
segunda-feira, maio 9
sábado, maio 7
sexta-feira, maio 6
quinta-feira, maio 5
segunda-feira, maio 2
ORIGINAL VS STEAL...
“NOTHING IS ORIGINAL. STEAL FROM ANYWHERE THAT RESONATES WITH INSPIRATION OR FUELS YOUR IMAGINATION. DEVOUR OLD FILMS, NEW FILMS, MUSIC, BOOKS, PAINTINGS, PHOTOGRAPHS, POEMS, DREAMS, RANDOM CONVERSATIONS, ARCHITECTURE, BRIDGES, STREET SIGNS, TREES, CLOUDS, BODIES OF WATER, LIGHT AND SHADOWS. SELECT ONLY THINGS TO STEAL FROM THAT SPEAK DIRECTLY TO YOUR SOUL. IF YOU DO THIS, YOUR WORK (AND THEFT) WILL BE AUTHENTIC. AUTHENTICITY IS INVALUABLE; ORIGINALITY IS NON-EXISTENT. AND DON’T BOTHER CONCEALING YOUR THIEVERY—CELEBRATE IT IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT. IN ANY CASE, ALWAYS REMEMBER WHAT JEAN-LUC GODARD SAID: ‘IT’S NOT WHERE YOU TAKE THINGS FROM—IT’S WHERE YOU TAKE THEM TO.’”
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