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Me dei um presente: uma coletânea do Iggy Pop.

O velho punk manda muito bem nos shows, usando apenas uma calça de cintura muito baixa que deixa aparecer metade da sua bunda magricela e suas costelas pelancudas. Bêbado, drogado, insano, já fez shows completamente alterado, outros absurdamente sóbrio. Já beijou mulher, homem, urso… Tem uma voz grave e baixa que ressoa profundamente em Cry for Love, dá agudos em I Wanna be Your Dog, desafina em China Girl.

A música abaixo só não é perfeita porque uma banda brasileira idiota regravou e agora todo mundo chega no refrão e fala: "Cantando La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lau" que nem o Dinho.

De resto, tudo de bom: letra do caraleo, ritmo do caraleo, voz do caraleo; música bagaraleo, enfim.

The Passenger - Iggy Pop

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride
I ride through the city’s backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city’s ripped backsides
And everything looks good tonight
Get into the car, we’ll be the passenger
We’ll ride through the city tonight
We’ll see the city’s ripped backside
We’ll see the bright and hollow sky
We’ll see the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
Oh how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city’s ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
Cause it belongs to you and me
So let’s take a ride
And see what’s mine
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let’s ride and ride

posted by Gabi - Punk

I just want to scream…hello…
My god its been so long, never dreamed you’d return
But now here you are, and here I am
Hearts and thoughts they fade…away…

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…

by Eric - emo.

Baladinha com a Blogagi hoje. Dia de chacoalhar a bunda ao som de várias bandas que eu nem sei o nome e nunca irei saber, já que elas sumirão no semestre que vem.

Do You Want To? - Franz Ferdinand 

Oh well I woke up tonight and said I
I’m gonna make somebody love me
I’m gonna make somebody love me
And now I know, now I know, now I know
I know that it’s you
You’re lucky, lucky, you’re so lucky!

Oh well do you, do you do you want to?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to, want to go
Where I’ve never let you before?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to, want to go
Where I’ve never let you before?

Well he’s a friend and he’s so proud of you
He’s a friend and I knew him before you, oh yeah
Well he’s a friend and he’s so proud of you
You’re famous friend well I blew him before you, oh yeah

Oh well do you, do you do you want to?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to, want to go
Where I’ve never let you before?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to, want to go
Where I’ve never let you before?

Well here we are at the transmission party
I love your friends they’re all so arty, oh yeah

Oh well I woke up tonight and said I
I’m gonna make somebody love me
I’m gonna make somebody love me
And now I know, now I know, now I know
I know that it’s you
You’re lucky, lucky, yYou’re so lucky!

Oh well do you, do you do you want to?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to, want to go
Where I’ve never let you before?

Oh lucky lucky, yYou’re so lucky
Lucky lucky, yYou’re so lucky
Lucky lucky, you’re so lucky
Lucky lucky, you’re so lucky
Lucky lucky, you’re so lucky
Oh lucky lucky, you’re so lucky.

Yeah! 

Feridas fechadinhas, bonitinhas, com casquinha formada.

Aí a gente vai lá e cutuca lindamente, né?

Breakint the Habit - Linkin Park

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I’m picking me apart again
You all assume
I’m safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

I don’t want to be the one
The battles always choose
cause inside I realize
That I’m the one confused

I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don’t know why I instigate
And say what I don’t mean
I don’t know how I got this way
I know it’s not allright
So I’m
Breaking the habit
I’m breaking the habit
Tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

I’ll paint it on the walls
cause I’m the one at fault
I’ll never fight again
And this is how it ends

By Gabi - esperando levar pedradas

Se às 3 da manhã você começa a lembrar todas as bobagens que já fez na vida, tem uma crise do consciência, está comendo uma pizza fria, está ouvindo Shadows Collide with the People do John Frusciante e tem um blog, a merda está feita. 

Ricky (John Frusciante)

I was afraid to be me, be anything you want to be
I don’t blame my week, for my not being able to speak
Clearly about things I’ve said before
And if it’s light outside night will fall and if it’s life resolves
Everywhere you are in a maze is a lie
Anywhere you are on a page you still go to the right
Anytime there’s no ground below you you’re in the sky
Anytime you’re afraid it’s gonna be alright
I was a flame in the night, I heard what I wanted to hear
And the moment I disappeared, I grew the size of all outside
Cuz I became one with the night and if it’s real it’s not all there is
There’s a lot in what appears not to be there at all
And you can function as someone besides who you are

Tradução aqui.

by Eric - até que enfim. 

Nos tempos de outrora, quando eu jogava RPG *queima filme* esta música havia sido dedicada à uma personagem que pasmem, era de um homem - e era homem. Mas aí a gente achou que o cara ia ser um transexual e.. ah, esqueçam, coisa de nerd.

Aí ontem, tomando uma cervejinha com os meninos, eles lembraram que esta canção serve muito bem para ilustrar a minha separação e posterior momento atual.

Porque eu sobrevivi, e porque hoje estou bem melhor do que há seis meses, ou um ano, ou cinco anos.

Pelo menos é o que me dizem.  

Então, em homenagem à todas as mulheres que sobrevivem, a todos os gays que já a cantaram, a todos que chacoalharam o esqueleto na pista ao some desta louca balada, aí vai.

I will Survive - Gloria Gaynor

At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinkin’ I could never live without you by my side;
But then I spent so many nights
Thinkin’ how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along
And so you’re back, from outta space
I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I’d've known for just one second you’d be back to bother me

Go now go, walk out the door
Just turn around now
Cause you’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
Think I’d crumble?
Think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no, not I. I’ll survive
Oh as long as I know how to love I know I’ll be alive
I’ve got all my life to live
I’ve got all my love to give and I’ll survive
I wil survive. Hey, hey

It took all the strength I had not to fall apart
Kept tryin’ hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights
Just feelin’ sorry for myself. I used to cry.
But now I hold my head up high
And you see me, somebody new
I’m not that chained up little person still in love with you
And so you feel like droppin’ in
And just expect me to be free
Now I’m savin’ all my love for someone who’s lovin’ me

By Gabi - óbvio.

Em 1969, um filme chamado Easy Rider foi lançado. Estrelado por Peter Fonda e Dennis Hopper, apresentava um jovem Jack Nicholson em um de seus primeiros papéis no cinema.

O filme conta a história de dois amigos que dirigem através dos Estados Unidos, com suas motos Harley Davidson e seus capacetes maneiros.

Todo mundo associa esse filme à Born to be Wild, que é uma puta música, claro, mas eu costumo lembrar sempre de uma outra, chamada The Weight, de uma banda chamada… The Band.

Além do nome fantástico, eles produzem um rock´n´roll honesto e de raiz como só em 1969 poderíamos almejar. A música fala justamente de um cara encontrando pessoas legais em uma viagem. E no fim, ele é chamado pra dar comida pro cachorro de um amigo.

Simples assim, rock´n´roll na veia, e quero ver alguém botar defeito.

Por quê essa música? Sei lá, ouvi hoje de manhã e lembrei o quanto o rock´n´roll é bom. Nada de emo hoje.

The Weight - The Band

I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin’ about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said.

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free;
Take a load off Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me.

I picked up my bag, I went lookin’ for a place to hide;
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin’ side by side.
I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let’s go downtown."
She said, "I gotta go, but m’friend can stick around."

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free;
Take a load off Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me.

Go down, Miss Moses, there’s nothin’ you can say
It’s just ol’ Luke, and Luke’s waitin’ on the Judgement Day.
"Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?"
He said, "Do me a favor, son, woncha stay an’ keep Anna Lee company?"

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free;
Take a load off Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me.

Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog.
He said, "I will fix your rack, if you’ll take Jack, my dog."
I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know I’m a peaceful man."
He said, "That’s okay, boy, won’t you feed him when you can."

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free;
Take a load off Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me.

Catch a cannon ball now, t’take me down the line
My bag is sinkin’ low and I do believe it’s time.
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she’s the only one.
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone.

Posted by Gabi

Coldplay sempre é muito, muito triste. Mas essa partezinha aí embaixo, da The Scientist, eu acho de cortar o coração.

Porque cazzo as pessoas sempre voltam pra nos assombrar?

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
And tell me you love me, Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start

By Gabi

Tô indo pra praia amanhã. Essa música é perfeita pra praia no inverno, vazia, com vento. Mar cinzento, areia gelada. Moleton quentinho.

Oceans - Pearl Jam

Hold on to the thread
The currents will shift
Glide me towards
You know something’s left
And we’re all allowed
To dream of the next
The next time we touch…

You don’t have to stray
Tho oceans away
Waves roll in my thoughts
Hold tight the ring
The sea will rise
Please stand by the shore
I will be
I will be there once more

By Gabi

Tem momentos que a gente gostaria de congelar pra sempre, não tem?

Mesmo sabendo que vai dar a maior merda depois.

Can´t Stop - Keane

I noticed tonight that the world has been turning
While I’ve been stood here, dithering around
Though I know I said I’d wait around ’til u need me
I have to go, I hate to let you down

But I can’t stop now
I’ve got troubles of my own
‘cause im short on time
Im lonely and I’m
Too tired to talk

I noticed tonight that the world has been turning
While I’ve been stuck here, withering away
Though I know I said I wouldn’t leave you behind
But i have to go, it breaks my heart to say

That I can’t stop now
I’ve got troubles of my own
‘cause im short on time
Im lonely and I’m
Too tired to talk

To noone…

Back home
I’ve got troubles of my own
And I can’t slow down
For noone in town
And i cant stop now…

And i cant slow down
For noone in town
And i cant stop now
For noone…

The motion keeps my heart running
The motion keeps my heart running
The motion keeps my heart running
The motion keeps my heart running…

By Gabi