Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta Música. Mostrar todas as mensagens
Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta Música. Mostrar todas as mensagens

domingo, junho 17, 2007

"Gimme tha power"

.

Há coisas curiosas… A TVI tem usado como jingle de promoção do Europeu de sub 21, uma adaptação portuguesa da música “Gimme tha power” da banda mexicana Molotov. Não vou falar da questão dos direitos de autor, porque parto do principio que a TVI tenha pensado nisso. O que acho curioso, é a adaptação, não se utilizou o original.


Não queremos que os tugas se ponham a questionar o regime político, enquanto vêem a bola? Pobreza, desigualdade, corrupção, não há cá disso… “O povo unido jamais será vencido”? Molotov, levem a vossa mensagem revolucionária para outro lado. Fiquem com a letra, que nós aproveitamos o resto…

Não é justo, pois não? Tudo isto parece-me muito mal, por isso aqui fica o vídeo original dos Molotov e um excerto da letra.



(…) hay que arrancar el problema de raíz
y cambiar al gobierno de nuestro país.
a la gente que está en la burocracia,
a esa gente que le gustan las migajas.

(…) que nos guachan los puestos del gobierno
hay personas que se están enriqueciendo.
gente que vive en la pobreza,
nadie hace nada
porque a nadie le interesa.

dámele, dámele, dámele, dámele todo el poder


(…)que nos llevan por donde les conviene
y es nuestro sudor lo que los mantiene,
los mantiene comiendo pan caliente,
ese pan, ese pan de nuestra gente.

el pueblo unido jamás será vencido.

domingo, março 11, 2007

"Windowsill"

.

Don't wanna hear the noises on TV

Don't want the salesmen coming after me

Don't wanna live in my father's house no more

Don't want it faster, I don't want it free

Don't wanna show you what they done to me

Don't wanna live in my father's house no more

Don't wanna choose black or blue

Don't wanna see what they done to you

Don't wanna live in my father's house no more


Cause the tide is high

And it's rising still

And I don't wanna see it at my windowsill
.

Don't wanna give 'em my name and address

Don't wanna see what happens next

Don't wanna live in my father's house no more

Don't wanna live with my father's debt

You can't forgive what you can't forget

Don't wanna live in my father's house no more

Don't wanna fight in a holy war

Don't want the salesmen knocking at my door

I don't wanna live in America no more


Cause the tide is high

And it's rising still

And I don't wanna see it at my windowsill


MTV, what have you done to me?

Save my soul, set me free!

Set me free! What have you done to me?

I can't breathe! I can't see!

World War III, when are you coming for me?

Been kicking up sparks, we set the flames free

The windows are locked now so what'll it be?

A house on fire or a rising sea?


Why is the night so still?

Why did I take the pill?

Because I don't wanna see it at my windowsill


Don't wanna see it at my windowsill

Don't wanna see it at my windowsill

Don't wanna see it at my windowsill


Arcade Fire

Album "Neon Bible"

2007

sexta-feira, fevereiro 23, 2007

20 anos depois...



Zeca Afonso

"Canção de Embalar"

segunda-feira, janeiro 29, 2007

Haja o que houver



Madredeus
"Haja o que houver"
Letra e Música: Pedro Ayres Magalhães

domingo, janeiro 14, 2007

Muscle Museum



Muse
Album: "Showbiz"

quarta-feira, dezembro 13, 2006

Parece-me apropriado...

.
Corrupt
You're corrupt
Bring corruption to all that you touch
Hold
You behold
And be
holden for all that you've done
And spin
Cast a spell
Cast a spell on the country you run
And risk
You will risk
You will risk all their lives and their souls

And burn
You will burn
You will burn in hell, yeah you'll burn in hell
You'll burn in hell
Yeah you'll burn in hell
For your sins



And our freedom's consuming itself
What we've become
It's contrary to what we want

Take a bow

Death
You bring death, and destruction to all that you touch
Pay
You must pay
You must pay for your crimes against the earth
Yeah hex
Feed the hex
Feed the hex on the country you love

Now beg
You will beg
You will beg for their lives and their souls

Now burn
You will burn
You will burn in hell, yeah you'll burn in hell
You'll burn in hell
Yeah you'll burn in hell
You'll burn in hell
Yeah you'll burn in hell
For your sins

Muse
"Take A Bow"
Album Black holes and revelations (2006)

quinta-feira, novembro 23, 2006

Carrossel Dos Esquisitos

,
Sou mais um no carrossel dos esquisitos
gente feia a girar
não é bonito?
juntos vamos celebrar
esta nossa palidez
que não dá p’ra disfarçar

como abutres no céu
são quase lindos
dois feiosos a rodar
gritando e rindo
são aberrações no ar
oh meu querido
fecha os olhos p’ra me beijar
que o mundo vai-se acabar




menos p’ra ti e p’ra mim
enquanto eu não te olhar
de tão perto assim
p’ra não me assustar

se uma bomba nuclear
tem a sua beleza
gente feia tem também
nem mesmo mata ninguém
que não mereça sim
morrer por ser ruim
por fazer sofrer
quem me quer assim

sobramos só nós dois
ninguém p’ra comparar
o nosso bolo de arroz
com champanhe e caviar

"Carrossel Dos Esquisitos" - Clã
John Ulhoa e Hélder Gonçalves

Nota: Felizmente para mim, os esquisitos são mais que dois, por isso não tenho de andar no carrossel sozinha... é que não é lá muito divertido...

sábado, outubro 28, 2006

Memória de um concerto incrível

.

Eu não sou crítica musical, portanto as únicas palavras que eu consigo proferir sobre este concerto, são as palavras banais: inesquecível, espectacular e incrível. Ora o concerto não foi banal, e qualquer comentário meu, nunca lhe faria justiça. O melhor que posso fazer, é deixar uma amostrazinha. Não foi fácil escolher uma música ou um momento do concerto, por isso acabei por decidir colocar aqui a música que mais tem a ver comigo, com este blog e espero, com as pessoas que vêm cá... "Invincible" e a respectiva letra:
.

Muse Invincible Live


Follow through
Make your dreams come true
Don't give up the fight
You will be alright
Cause there's no one like you in the universe

Don't be afraid
What your mind consumes
You should make a stand
Stand up for what you believe
And tonight
We can truly say
Together we're invincible

During the struggle
They will pull us down
But please, please
Lets use this chance
To turn things around
And tonight
We can truly say
Together we're invincible

Do it on your own
It makes no difference to me
What you leave behind
What you choose to be
And whatever they say
Your souls unbreakable

During the struggle
They will pull us down
But please, please
Lets use this chance
To turn things around
And tonight
We can truly say
Together we're invincible

Together we're invincible

During the struggle
They will pull us down
Please, please
Lets use this chance
To turn things around
And tonight
We can truly say

Together we're invincible

Together we're invincible

Nota final: Não posso deixar de dizer que o concerto terminou com "Knights of Cydonia", de uma forma realmente inspiradora, com a seguinte frase a surgir repetidamente no écran:

The time has come to make things right

You and I must fight for our rights

You and I must fight to survive

quinta-feira, outubro 26, 2006

Agenda

.
Hoje, às 21:00, concerto dos Muse na Praça de touros do Campo Pequeno.

"I can hardly wait...."

segunda-feira, outubro 23, 2006

Parece-me apropriado...

.

The Umbrellas

Renoir

domingo, agosto 06, 2006

Um presentinho para a Verónica

Damien rice "The blower 's daughter"


Ok, Verónica, a canção é linda. Mas a mim deixa-me incrivelmente melancólica, ora eu já estou suficientemente deprimida... portanto a escolha é perfeita! Vou ouvi-la outra vez.
Agora é que este blog já não se livra da fama de blog de gaja! As coisas que nós fazemos pelos amigos...

terça-feira, julho 11, 2006

"Everything ends"

Tudo tem um fim. Ontem passou o último episódio da série Sete palmos de Terra. O que tem de especial uma série que fala sobre a morte, mas é sobre a vida? Não sei explicar, sei que um argumento original, excelentes actores, uma óptima banda sonora (foi a primeira vez que ouvi Arcade Fire e Radiohead numa série de TV…) nunca me deixaram indiferente. O episódio que mais me marcou passou há 2 semanas, foi o funeral de Nate Fisher, a minha personagem preferida. Cada personagem viveu a dor à sua maneira, com uma intensidade própria… o medo, a rejeição, o desepero, a saudade… E deste lado do écran sentia-se cada gesto, cada lágrima, cada palavra que ficou por dizer.
Não me lembro de uma actuação tão comovente, e verdadeira ao mesmo tempo, por parte de um elenco de uma série de TV. Não é que venha a propósito, mas escusado será dizer que eu chorei baba e ranho... (não digam que é de gaja, porque eu geralmente só choro quando as personagens são animais… O Leonardo di Caprio morreu afogado e eu não verti uma lágrima, isso sim, seria de gaja…)

segunda-feira, julho 03, 2006

"Vision Of Division"

Sing me a song, you can be
Tell me a tale, just like me
Don't turn it my way, Happy and free
I'll turn it to shit, Happy and free

Oh ooh

All that I do is wait for you
All that I do is wait for you
I can't get along with all your friends
Don't know how to act
That's all there is
Why do I accept the things you say?
You know what to change
But not in what way

How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?

I am not you, we could have
I'm almost through, great success
It's about time, such a success
That you came through, at no expense

Oh ooh

All that I do is wait for you
All that I do is wait for you
I can't get away from all your friends
I'm not coming back
That's all there is
Why do I accept the things you say?
You know what to change
But not in what way

How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?

The Strokes
First Impressions of Earth

terça-feira, junho 20, 2006

"On The Other Side"

I'm tired of everyone I know
Of everyone I see
On the street
And on TV, yeah

On the other side
On the other side
Nobody's waiting for me
On the other side

I hate them all, I hate them all
I hate myself
For hating them
So drink some more
I'll love them all
I'll drink even more
I'll hate them even more than I did before

On the other side
On the other side
Nobody's waiting for me
On the other side

Here we go

I remember when you came
You taught me how to sing
Now, it seems so far away
You taught me how to sing

I'm tired of being so judgemental
Of everyone
I will not go to sleep
I will train my eyes to see
That my mind is this blood as a birch on a tree

On the other side
On the other side
I know what's waiting for me
On the other side

On the other side
On the other side
I know you're waiting for me
On the other side

The Strokes
First Impressions of Earth

domingo, maio 28, 2006

"Red Light"

Two can be complete without the rest of the world
Two can be complete without the rest of the world
Do it for the people that have died for your sake
An entire generation that has nothing to say
How'd you make your way to me?

Let's say you made a deal with me
And I got your name and your home address
And you're all trashed up with your big red belt
I would almost say that you might need help
I could drop you off at the next red light
If it don't make sense or it don't feel right

All the girls could never make me love them the way I love you
Can't you see the sky is not the limit no more?
I can see the elevator crashed the floor
I can still see yesterday sailing away
Seven billion people who got nothing to say
Are you coming on to me?

I saw your face then I heard that song
It was so inviting it hurt my bones
Well it looks like you but your eyes are grey
And your hair is gone but your mind's okay
Yes I like your smile but your forehead's cold
I don't want you to be afraid and go

I would cheat and lie and steal now I'll stay at home and kneel for you

I was waiting
For my baby, to arrive
Right by my side

Oh please
Leave me alone tonight
Forget the past

Two can be complete without the rest of the world
Oh you know I said it just to get you to laugh
Do it for the people that have died for your sake
An entire generation of entertainers to blame

The light is red
The camera's on.
Get yourself a lawyer and a gun.
Hate your friend's new friends like everyone.
Childhood's end can be so competitive,
Oh sky's not the limit and your never gonna guess what is...

The Strokes
First Impressions of Earth

quarta-feira, maio 17, 2006

Rebellion (Lies)

Sleeping is giving in,
no matter what the time is.
Sleeping is giving in,
so lift those heavy eyelids.

People say that you’ll die
faster than without water.
But we know it’s just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter.

People say that your dreams
are the only things that save ya.

Come on baby in our dreams,
we can live our misbehavior.

Every time you close your eyes

Lies, Lies!


People try and hide the night
underneath the covers.
People try and hide the light
underneath the covers.

Come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

Hidin’ from your brothers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

People say that you’ll die
faster than without water,
but we know it’s just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter,
Scare your son, scare your daughter.

Now here’s the sun, it’s alright! (Lies!)
Now here’s the moon, it’s alright! (Lies!)
Now here’s the sun, it’s alright! (Lies!)
Now here’s the moon it’s alright (Lies!)

But every time you close your eyes. (Lies!)

Arcade Fire
Album Funeral

domingo, maio 07, 2006

Ao regresso de A. e ao seu "bom gosto musical"

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers/brothers

Tool
Schism
2001