Bloodsugarsexmagik

Eu baixei uma versão do Travis pra uma música muito brega. Ficou fantástica. É de dar medo de tão boa.

Aí eu gravei um CD e fui cantando pro trabalho, bem alto. Os outros motoristas não entenderam nada, acho.

Não achei tradução, foi mal.

Nobody Does it Better

Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby you’re the best

I wasn’t looking
but somehow you found me
I tried to hide from your lovelight
but like heaven above me
the spy who loved me
is keeping all my secrets safe tonight

And nobody does it better
Though sometimes I wish someone would
Nobody does it quite the way you do
Why d’you have to be so good?

The way that you hold me
whenever you hold me
There’s some kind of magic inside you
that keeps me from runnning
but just keep it coming
how’d you learn to do the things you do

And nobody does it better
makes me feel sad for the rest
nobody does it half as good as you
baby baby darling
you’re the best
baby you’re the best

O fim de relacionamentos traz muitas coisas ruins e outras boas.

Uma das boas é quando você acha um CD que julgava perdido e ele tem uma música gravada entre um monte de outras. Uma música que começa de mansinho e de repente vira uma música de mexer a bunda. No bom sentido, claro.

Já os DVDs do Tarantino se foram mesmo.

Song for a Friend - Jason Mraz

Well you’re magic he said
But don’t let it all go to your head
‘Cause I bet if you all had it all figured out
Then you’d never get out of bed
Well no doubt
Of all the things that I’ve read what he wrote me
Is now sounding like the man I was hoping to be
Keep on keeping it real
‘Cause it keeps getting easier he’ll see
He’s the reason that I’m laughing
Even if there’s no one else
He said, you’ve got to love yourself

He said you shouldn’t mumble when you speak
But keep your tongue up in your cheek
And if you stumble onto something
Better remember that it’s humble that you seek
And you’ve got all the skill you need
Individuality
You’ve got something
Call it gumption
Call it anything you want
Because when you play the fool now
You’re only fooling everyone else
You’re learning to love yourself.

yes you are
you are
yes you, you

There’s no price to pay
When you give and what you take.
That’s why it’s easy to thank you.
You, you, you, you, you

Let’s say take a break from our day and get back to the old garage.
Becuase life’s too short anyway but at least it’s better than average.
As long as you got me and I got you
You know we’ve got a lot to go around
I’ll be your friend
Your other brother
Another love to come and comfort you.
And I’ll keep reminding
If it’s the only thing I ever do
I will always love you
You, you, you
You

oh and it’s you I love

It’s you I love, it’s you I love, it’s you, it’s you I love

And I love I love I love
And I love I love I love
It’s you I love
It’s true
See my love my love my love
You see my love my love my love
It’s you my love my love my love oh

Climb up over the top.
Survey the state of the soul.
You’ve got to find out for yourself whether or not you’re truly trying.
Why not give it a shot?
Shake it, Take control
And inevitably wind up
Finding for yourself
All the strengths you have inside still rising

Climb up over the top
Survey the state of the soul
You’ve got to find out for yourself whether or not you’re truly trying
Why not give it a shot?
Shake it, Take control and inevitably wind up
Finding for yourself all the strengths you have inside of you

Tradução http://jason-mraz.letras.terra.com.br/letras/669049/

Baixei umas coisas novas aqui em casa. Tudo bem que estou sem som no PC, mas depois eu copio em cd ou convenço o Junior a arrumar o som.

Karen O é a vocalista do Yeah Yeah Yeahs, uma moça surtada que usa um cabelo estranho e roupas dos anos 80.

Nick Zinner é o guitarrista e Brian Chaser é o baterista. Brian parece professor de escola pública, bem normal.

Apesar de não haver um baixista regular, a banda é genial.

Gold Lion - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Gold lions gonna tell me where the light is
Gold lions gonna tell me where the light is
Take our hands out of control
Take our hands out of control
Tell me what you saw
Tell me what you saw

There was a crowd of seas
Inside
Outside
I must of done a dozen each
You was the height I grew
Wait the show is crushing you
I’ve been around a few
Tell me what you saw
I’ll tell you what to

Gold lions gonna tell me where the light is
Gold lions gonna tell me where the light is
Take our hands out of control
Take our hands out of control

Outside
Inside
This is a moon without a tide
We’ll dim the fire in your eyes
We’ll dim the fire
When the colors
Gettin’ brighter
Cold as I
Makes a move without a tide
Tell me what you saw
I’ll tell you what to

Tradução mais ou menos mal feitinha<a href=”http://yeah-yeah-yeahs.letras.terra.com.br/letras/573764/” target=”blank”> aqui.</a><br>

Gabi

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