Bloodsugarsexmagik

Depois de milênios, vamos voltar a postar para nosso único leitor! Essa é pra você, Junior!

Ela é louca. Ela tem voz de negona. Ela faz música pra dançar e requebrar. Ela tem um cabelo bizarro. My new obsession.

Rehab

Amy Winehouse

They tried to make me go to rehab
But I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back
You’ll know-know-know
I ain’t got the time
And if my daddy thinks I’m fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab
But I won’t go-go-go

I’d rather be at home with Ray
I ain’t got seventy days
‘Cause there’s nothing
There’s nothing you can teach me
That I can’t learn from Mr. Hathaway

I didn’t get a lot in class
But I know it don’t come in a shot glass

They tried to make me go to rehab
But I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back
You’ll know-know-know
I ain’t got the time
And if my daddy thinks I’m fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab
But I won’t go-go-go

The man said "why do you think you’re here?"
I said "I got no idea.
I’m gonna, I’m gonna lose my baby,
So I always keep a bottle near."
He said "I just think you’re depressed,
Kiss me here, baby, and go rest."

They tried to make me go to rehab
But I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back
You’ll know-know-know

I don’t ever want to drink again
I just, ooh, I just need a friend
I’m not going to spend ten weeks
And have everyone think I’m on the mend

It’s not just my pride
It’s just ’til these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab
But I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back
You’ll know-know-know
I ain’t got the time
And if my daddy thinks I’m fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab
But I won’t go-go-go

Mimimi. Eu sei, mimimi. Mas fazer o quê? É recíproco…

something [the beatles]

Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me.
I don’t wanna leave her now,
You know I believe, and how.

Something in the way she knows,
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me.
I don’t wanna leave her now.
You know I believe and how.

Uma característica inerente a todos os fãs xiitas é que eles não sabem ler. Isso pra não citar a falta de senso de humor e a imensa dificuldade de contextualizar o que foi dito sobre seus ídolos. Uma coisa boa do Blogsome, é que ele mostra os últimos comentários postados mesmo que eles tenham sido feitos num post que você escreveu em Agosto. E foi isso que aconteceu nesse post aqui.

Primeiro acha que eu me rotulo de emo sem perceber que isso é uma piada, geralmente colocada em letras que tem uma temática mais triste, depois aponta o dedo na nossa cara perguntando quem nós pensamos que somos. Ora essa, eu sou alguém que escreve o que quer, quando quer e se você não gostou, recomendo que saia daqui e vá procurar letras de música no Terra Letras.

Infelizmente o que a gente vê aqui, é mais um caso da modinha de odiar modinha, um exercício de intolerância de alguém que pra justificar o seu gosto necessita rebaixar o gosto alheio, usando argumentos irrefutáveis como "usar roupa preta é uma atitude falsa".

E só pra esclarecer e aplacar a ira da leitora revoltadinha: se ela perdesse mais 2 minutos do precioso tempo dela lendo esse blog que ninguém mais lê, veria que geralmente as músicas postadas tem um tom confessional, de quem se identifica com a situação retratada pelo compositor.. O "que lixo", se refere ao descontentamento com a situação.

Da próxima vez eu faço um desenho, ok?

Essa música é fantástica. Toda vez que a ouço tenho impulsos de sair pulando e dançando.

A letra? Hum. Tem um versinho em particular que é bem bacana. Fica a critério do leitor descobrir qual seja.

Mr Brightside - The Killers

Coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doin’ just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss

Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag

Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go

And I just can’t look
It’s killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr. Brightside

I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doin’ just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss

Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag

Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go

‘Cause I just can’t look
It’s killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr. Brightside

I never
I never
I never
I never

Gabi

Gabi diz:
véi, tô afim de me suicidar. tem como me ajudar?
Eric diz:
ok. vou te mandar umas paradas tarja preta.

E foi indo: Rufus Wainwright, Beck, Elliot Smith, Nick Drake, Muse e outras coisas depressivas e deprimentes. No meio de tanta coisa corta-pulso, achei essa jóia rara do cancioneiro loser, gravado pelo Travis. Em fases em que NADA parece dar certo, porque haveria de chover em outro lugar que não na sua cabeça? Como todos sabemos, pode chover em vários lugares ao mesmo tempo, mas… quem liga?
É na minha cabeça que está chovendo e isso é uma merda.

[travis, why does it always rain on me?]

I can’t sleep tonight
Everybody’s saying everything is alright
Still I can’t close my eyes
I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all of these lights
Sunny days, where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong

Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shinning I can’t avoid the lightning

I can’t stand myself
I’m being held up by invisible men
Still life on a shelf when
I’ve got my mind on something else
Sunny days, oh where have you gone
I get the strangest feeling you belong

Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining I can’t avoid the lightning

Middle eight
Oh where did the blue sky go?
Oh why is it raining so?
It’s so cold

Oh where did the blue sky go? oh why is it raining so?
It’s so cold

Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining I can’t avoid the lightning
Why does it always rain on me?
Why does it always rain on

Surtei véi…

Hide Away - Mick jagger

Hide away
Hide away

Make sure that I never come back
Disappear and I never come back

I’m gonna pack up all my bags
Vanish while I can
Gonna leave this town behind
Pay it all no mind
I’m gonna fly away
And no one’s gonna find me

Keep my destination quiet
Take an early morning flight
Never tell a soul
Just light out on my own
I’m gonna fly away
And no one’s gonna find me

I’m gonna wear some fake disguise
Change the colour of my eyes
Yes I’m going hide away
And you’re gonna be surprised
I’ll be wise before my time
I’m going hide away

Make sure that I never come back
Disappear and I never come back
Make sure that I never come back
Disappear and I never come back

I’m gonna rent a small hotel
Throw away my cell
Cut off all my hair
Sweep away my cares
I’m gonna fly away
And no one’s ever gonna find me

I’m out of everybody’s reach
Out on some twisted beach
I’m gonna hide away
Dissolve right out this scene
Out of everybody’s dreams
I’m gonna hide away
Hide away [cont]

Hide away

Make sure that I never come back
Disappear and I never come back
Make sure that I never come back
Disappear and I never come back

O que eu tinha pra falar, já foi dito no post anterior, mas dessa vez acho que isso se estende a Blogagi.
WE would die tonight, for you to feel alive.
Fica bem, mulé.

In Your Honor - Foo Fighters

Can you hear me?
Hear me screaming
Breaking in the muted sky
This thunder heart
Like bombs beating
Echoing a thousand miles

Mine is yours and yours is mine
There is no divide
In your honor I would die tonight
Mine is yours and yours is mine
I will sacrifice
In your honor I would die tonight
For you to feel alive

Can you feel me?
Feel me breathing
One last breathe before I close my eyes
This offering
For receiving
Deliver me into the other side

Mine is yours and yours is mine
There is no divide
In your honor I would die tonight
Mine is yours and yours is mine
I will sacrifice
In your honor I would die tonight

For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive

Aniversários são datas estranhas: inferno astral, reflexões, tristeza num dia que deveria ser de festa (ou festa num dia que era pra ser triste), tudo isso só porque mais um ciclo de 365 dias se fechou e você quer ganhar presentes. Balela.
Um aniversário serve pra representar num mísero dia, tudo o que a gente deseja eternamente a pessoas que amamos e que não dizemos porque somos idiotas na maior parte do tempo e relegamos coisas realmente importantes, como as amizades a segundo plano.

Essa é minha pequena tentativa de expressar essas coisas.
Feliz aniversário Gabs, te amo-te, mulé.

Amor pra Recomeçar - Frejat

Eu te desejo não parar tão cedo
pois toda idade tem prazer e medo
e com os que erram feio e bastante
que você consiga ser tolerante

Quando você ficar triste
que seja por um dia e não o ano inteiro
e que você descubra que rir é bom
mas que rir de tudo é desespero

Desejo que você tenha a quem amar
e quando estiver bem cansado
ainda exista amor pra recomeçar,
pra recomeçar

Eu te desejo muitos amigos
mas que em um você possa confiar
e que tenha até inimigos
pra você não deixar de duvidar

Quando você ficar triste
que seja por um dia e não o ano inteiro
e que você descubra que rir é bom
mas que rir de tudo é desespero

Desejo que você tenha a quem amar…

Desejo que você ganhe dinheiro
pois é preciso viver também
e que você diga a ele pelo menos uma vez
quem é mesmo o dono de quem

Desejo que você tenha a quem amar…

Uma grande cagada que todo casal faz é viver escorado no outro, e quando um lado sai, o outro desmorona. Seria muito bom se todo mundo preservasse suas idiossincrasias, mas isso é praticamente impossível e é por isso que todo mundo se fode na vida.
Crianças, ouçam o titio Jagger e aprendam.

Música: Visions of Paradise
Cantor: Mick Jagger
Álbum: Goddess in the Doorway

Don’t tell me when something is beautiful and don’t tell me how to talk to my friends
Just tell me the names of the stars in the sky, what’s your favourite song
Tell me the names of the lovers you had before I came along

Don’t put your arms around me and don’t hold me tight
‘Cause I could get used to your vision of paradise

And don’t ask me where all of the pain goes
‘Cause you make me feel that I don’t know myself
You say that you want me forever and I say that love is no crime
So tell me the names of the children we’ll have at the end of the line

So don’t put your arms around me and don’t hold me tight
‘Cause I could get used to your vision of paradise
And don’t let me near the garden of earthly delights
‘Cause I could get used to your vision of paradise
Of paradise, of paradise

Just use your heart not your head while I fall apart in my bed
I find myself aching for you, I feel myself breaking in two

So don’t tell me when I should come on home
There might be a time you don’t want me around
Don’t build your world around me and don’t hold me tight
‘Cause I could get used to your vision of paradise

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!