emo, pianoJanuary 29, 2007 1:30 pm

É muito egoísmo não querer nunca mais sair de casa? Não querer ir trabalhar, estudar, nada? Só ficar aqui quietinha com você?

Ah, droga.

Sparks - Coldplay

Did I drive you away?
I know what you’ll say
You’ll say ‘Oh, sing one you know’
But I promise you this
I’ll always look out for you
That’s what I’ll do

I say oh…
I say oh…

My heart is yours
See you that I hold on to you
That’s what I’ll do
I know I was wrong
But I won’t let you down
Oh yeah I will, yeah I will
Yes I will do

I said oh…
I cry oh…
I saw sparks
I saw sparks
I saw sparks
I saw sparks

red hot chili peppers, emoDecember 19, 2006 3:48 am

Mimimi. Eu sei, mimimi. Mas fazer o quê? Estou mesmo.

Falling into Grace

What ever never knew
That I could feel so good
Smile in your eyes
What ever never knew
That I could walk through wood
I guess I never tried
A million years old
But just a little girl
Vibin’ off the gong
Rubbin’ on the bowls
Make you float around
Make your lovin’ strong

And when we get
In the same place
At the same time
It is your grace
That I want to
Fall right into now
To love avow

I’m falling into grace with you
I’m falling into guru muhk
I’m falling into grace with you
I’m falling into guru muhk

She moves in a rapture
That her capsule might
Land on your star
Meditating in the morning
Head dressed in white
Beauty bazaar

You can smell the purple light
Comin’ from her heart
Get lost and wet
I treat you like a teacher
‘Cause that’s what you are
I wanna be your pet

And when we get
In the same place
At the same time
It is your grace
That I want to
Fall right into now
To love avow

I’m falling into grace with you
I’m falling into guru muhk
I’m falling into grace with you
I’m falling into guru muhk

( chanting thing )

I’m falling into grace with you
I’m falling into guru muhk
I’m falling into grace with you
I’m falling into guru muhk

I’m falling into grace with you
I’m falling into guru muhk
I’m falling into grace with you
I’m falling into guru muhk

emoOctober 3, 2006 9:26 pm

Algumas coisas parecem sempre estar fora de lugar.
Chuva num domingo de manhã, por exemplo. Depois de uma semana estafante de trabalho, você quer dar uma pedalada no parque, fazer um piquenique ou simplesmente olhar as mulheres com aquelas calças de ginástica coladinhas.

E aí está chovendo.

Você é o cara certo no lugar errado e eu só não digo que isso é uma verdade imutável porque Why Does It Always Rains On Me é outra música e é do Travis.

Alguém tem uma capa?

[sunday morning, maroon 5]

Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in

But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That maybe all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint your picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather, still together when it ends

That maybe all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning, rain is falling and I’m calling out to you
Singing someday it’ll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning

emo, pianoSeptember 29, 2006 6:41 am

Quando eu era menina, ia a bailinhos e sempre rolava uma música lenta pra galera ensaiar as primeiras pegações. Aquela pegação moleque, de várzea, uma beleza.

E sempre tocava essa música. Era do A-ha, e todas as meninas eram apaixonadas pelo vocalista da banda. Eles eram noruegueses, o que já traz um certo appeal, uma coisa meio viking. E a voz do cara era bem bacana.

Aí nesses tempos de e-mule, achei uma versão do Coldplay, acústica, lindinha. E o bonitinho do marido da Gwineth canta uns pedacinhos errados, troca a letra…

Uma graça, gente.

Here, I am
And beyond the reach of my hands
She’s sound asleep
And she’s sweet another know why
These dreams could’ve seen her
And I watched her slipping away
And I know I’ll be hunting high and low
High…
There’s no end to the lengths
I’ll go too high and low
High…
There’s no end to the lengths
I’ll go too find her again
Upon this my dreams I depend
And, through the dark
I can hear the pounding of her heart
Next to mine
She’s the sweetest love I could find
So I know I’ll be hunting high and low
High…
There’s no end to the lengths
I’ll go too high and low
High…
Do you know how it feels to love you?
Do you know how it feels to love you?
High and Low

estalo, emoSeptember 22, 2006 7:09 pm

Essa música aqui é trilha sonora de um filme.  Tava aqui ouvindo e parei pra prestar atenção na letra e acho que bate certinho com umas coisas minhas, de agora.

Tá, é trilha de um desenho animado, mas quem se importa? Cowboy Bebop é do caralho, e a música é tão boa quanto.

Gotta Knock a Little Harder - The Seatbelts

Happiness is just a word to me
And it might have meant a thing or two
If I’d known the difference

Emptiness, a lonely parody
And my life, another smokin’ gun
A sign of my indifference

Always keepin’ safe inside
Where no one ever had a chance
To penetrate a break in

Let me tell you some have tried
But I would slam the door so tight
That they could never get in

Kept my cool under lock and key
And I never shed a tear
Another sign of my condidtion

Fear of love or bitter vanity
That kept me on the run
The main events at my confession

I kept a chain upon my door
That would shake the shame of Cain
Into a blind submission

The burning ghost without a name
Was calling all the same
But I wouldn’t listen

The longer I’d stall
The further I’d crawl
The further I’d crawl
The harder I’d fall
I was crawlin’ into the fire

The more that I saw
The further I’d fall
The further I’d fall
The lower I’d crawl
I kept fallin’ into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire

Suddenly it occurred to me
The reason for the run and hide
Had totaled my existnce

Everything left on the other side
Could never be much worse that this
But could I go the distance

I faced the door and all my shame
Tearin’ off each piece of chain
Until they all were broken

But no matter how I tried
The other side was licked so tight
That door it wouldn’t open

Gave it all that I got
And started to knock
Shouted for someone
To open the lock
I just gotta get through the door

And the more that I knocked
The hotter I got
The hotter I got
The harder I’d knock
I just gotta break through the door

Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Break through the door

emo, pianoSeptember 15, 2006 6:17 am

Eric me mandou alguns MP3 de um cara chamado Rufus Wainwright.

De verdade, ele quer que eu me mate. Essa é uma das músicas mais tristes que eu já ouvi - e ei, eu ouço Coldplay em loop no café da manhã. É triste, a voz dele é triste, a letra é triste, o pianinho de fundo é triste.

Mas eu gostei. E estou baixando outras.

Minha nossa, eu preciso de ajuda.

In my arms - Rufus Wainwright

You gave me all your love in one day
You gave it all and almost faded away
Well I’m gonna take this sad unread issue
In my arms tonight
Looking at hospitals Victorian
Feeling as helpless as the Elephant Man
Wish you were here
to chain you up without shame
In my arms tonight

So if you should feel a bit out of place
This vision not unlike a shooting star
I have embraced
‘Cause
You gave me all your love in one day
You gave it all and almost faded away
Well I’m gonna take this sad unread issue
In my arms tonight
Looking at hospitals Victorian
Feeling as helpless as the Elephant Man
Wish you were here
to chain you up without shame
In my arms tonight

I ain’t a soft and saccharine
wannabe
Still I pray to God
this song will end happily
So I offer you a place to rest
and forget yourself
In my arms tonight

estalo, emoSeptember 13, 2006 7:44 am

Bjork é realmente muito bom. Eu ouço menos do que deveria, mas é genial.

Essa eu acho particularmente bonitinha. A letra é… emblemática.

Cover Me

while i crawl into the unknown
cover me
i’m going hunting for mysteries
cover me

i’m going to prove the possible really exists

this is really dangerous
cover me
but worth all the effort
cover me

i’m going to prove the impossible really exists

Gabi

estalo, emoSeptember 4, 2006 4:38 pm

Que Dave Grohl é um dos maiores gritadores da música, ninguém discorda. Mas de vez em quando ele canta mais baixinho e é ótimo.

Obrigada, meninos. Eu vou ficar bem.

Times Like These - Foo Fighters

I, I’m a one way motorway,
I’m a road that drives away, then follows you back home.
I, I’m a street light shining,
I’m a white light blinding bright, burning off alone.

Chorus:
It’s times like these you learn to live again,
It’s times like these you give and give again.
It’s times like these you learn to love again,
It’s times like these time and time again.

I, I’m a new day rising,
I’m a brand new sky that hang the stars upon tonight.
I, I’m a little divided,
Do I stay or run away and leave it all behind

emoAugust 30, 2006 3:43 am

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…

emo, Mexendo a bunda, Tira o pé do chãoAugust 19, 2006 10:04 pm

É, eu não tô bem. Mas eu podia estar muito, muito pior se estivesse sozinha.

Vocês me fazem rir, me levam pro bar, me dão cerveja, fazem piada, seguram minha mão e me abraçam.

Obrigada, minha gente.

My Friend - Groove Armada

Whenever I’m down
I call on you my friend
A helping hand you lend
In my time of need

Whenever I’m down
I call on you my friend

Whenever I’m down
I call on you my friend
A helping hand you lend
In my time of need

Whenever I’m down
I call on you my friend

Whenever I’m down
And all that’s going on
Is really going on
Just one of those days
You say the right things
To keep me moving on
To keep me going strong

Whenever I’m down

Ain’t nobody
Ain’t nobody

Whenever I’m down
I call on you my friend
A helping hand you lend
In my time of need

Whenever I’m down
I call on you my friend

Whenever I’m down
And all that’s going on
Is really going on
Just one of those days

You say the right things
To keep me moving on
To keep me going strong
(going strong)
(going strong)

Whenever I’m down
I call on you my friend
A helping hand you lend
In my time of need