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

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

estaloAugust 19, 2006 2:03 pm

Chega uma hora que você percebe que apesar de querer muito uma coisa, não vai conseguir tê-la (e olha que dependendo da pessoa isso demora milênios). Aí você se conforma e percebe que aquilo não é totalmente ruim (ou é, mas na atual situação acaba sendo razoável). Enfim, são 11 horas da manhã, eu estou com muito sono e não sei mais do que eu estou falando. Mas a música é boa.

Banda: Paralamas do Sucesso
Canção: Seja Você
Álbum: Nove Luas

Vai sempre ter alguém
Com mais dinheiro, mais respeito mais ou menos tudo o que se pode ter
Vai sempre sobrar, faltar alguma coisa,
Somos imperfeitos e o que falta cega pro que já se tem
Eu não te completo, você não me basta
Mas é lindo o gesto de se oferecer
O que eu quero nem sempre eu preciso
Mas dê um sorriso quando me entender
Seja você, seja só você

qualquer bobagem, estaloJuly 14, 2006 10:21 pm

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

estalo, emoJuly 4, 2006 5:58 am

Acabei de ouvir esta belezinha na Brasil 2000. Essa rádio de madrugada é uma alegria sem fim.

Outro velho sujo, Neil Young é mais natureba que Iggy, claro. Mais hippie e menos drogado, aparentemente.

Essa música também é boa pacas, e tem um refrão triste.

Saindo do azul, entrando no negro. E depois que você se vai, você nunca mais pode voltar. É de cortar o coração, ainda mais por conta da tradução não-literal de out of the blue - significa sem aviso, do nada.

Hey Hey, my my - Neil Young

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll will never die
There’s more to the picture
Than meets the eye
Hey hey, my my

Out of the blue and into the black
You pay for this and they give you that
Once you’re gone, you can’t come back
When you’re out of the blue
And into the black

The king is gone but he’s not forgotten
Is the story of Johnny Rotten?
It’s better to burn out ‘cause rust never sleeps
The king is gone but he’s not forgotten

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll will never die
There’s more to the picture
Than meets the eye

Posted by Gabi - com muito sono.

qualquer bobagem, estaloJune 21, 2006 1:57 pm

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.

estalo, emoJune 14, 2006 1:12 pm

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

estaloJune 12, 2006 3:24 pm

Que atire a primeira pedra aquele que nunca se pegou ouvindo uma música despretensiosamente e do nada, repara na letra e diz "putaquemepariuderodinhas, essa letra é pra mim".

Não não foi feita pra mim, mas poderia.
Pelo menos por essa semana.
Talvez na outra também.
Três semanas no máximo, antes que achem que eu sou mudo.

I’ve got nothin’ to say
I’ve got nothin’ to give
Got no reason to live
Oh I’ll kill to survive
I’ve got nothin’ to hide
Wish I wasn’t so shy

 I’ve got nothin’ to say.
ask me anything, the strokes (first impressions of earth)

 

posted by Eric