domingo, dezembro 30, 2007

Aquilo que todos prometem fazer nestas alturas sem se dar conta que elas acontecem todos os dias...

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't tell t hem to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time

David Bowie "Changes"

segunda-feira, dezembro 17, 2007

A vida é o que temos...

"Sorriu. Um sorriso de quem sabe, sem pensar nisso, que a vida é luta, haja frio ou calor. (...) "o que conta é não nos deixarmos vencer." E concluiu: "O que conta é viver contra o tempo que fizer."

Manuel da Fonseca "O Vagabundo na Cidade"

quinta-feira, dezembro 13, 2007

Para todos os que escrevem, escrevem, mas não os vejo a dizer nada...

"Até livros inchados de palavras todas mais ou menos concorrentes para exemplificarem o que de si próprias afirmam."

Manuel da Fonseca "O Vagabundo na Cidade"

sábado, dezembro 08, 2007

...e porque vou mergulhar na noite...

all my friends are married
every Tom and Dick and Harry
you must be strong
to go it alone
here's to the bachelors
and the bowery bums
and those who feel that they're the ones
who are better off without a wife

I like to sleep until the crack of noon
midnight howlin' at the moon
goin' out when I wanto, comin' home when I please
I don't have to ask permission
if I want to go out fishing
and I never have to ask for the keys

never been no Valentino
had a girl who lived in Reno
left me for a trumpet player
didn't get me down
he was wanted for assault
though he said it weren't his fault
well the coppers rode him right
out of town

(chorus)

selfish about my privacy
as long as I can be with me
we get along so well I can't believe
I love to chew the fat with folks
and listen to all your dirty jokes
I'm so thankful for these friends
I do receive

(chorus)

Tom Waits "Better Off Without a Wife"

sexta-feira, dezembro 07, 2007

Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel "The Sounds of Silence"

Este mês é sempre o pior, no dia 11 faz 14 anos que o silêncio da tua voz se fez ouvir para sempre... de cada vez que ouço esta canção lembro-me de como gostavas de a tocar na guitarra que te ofereci pelos anos... é por isso que agora a ouço poucas vezes e nunca aprendi a tocar guitarra...

Hoje de manhã tinha a voz assim e cantei isto vezes sem conta...

take me home
you silly boy
put your arms around me
take me home
you silly boy
all the world's not round without you

I'm so sorry that I broke your heart
please don't leave my side
take me home
you silly boy
cause I'm still in love you

Tom Waits "Take Me Home"

sábado, dezembro 01, 2007

Numa onda de anos 80... e é por causa de coisas assim que este homem é genial...

In Candy's room there are pictures of her heroes on the wall
but to get to Candy's room you gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall
Strangers from the city call my baby's number and they bring her toys
When I come knocking she smiles pretty she knows I wanna be Candy's boy
There's a sadness hidden in that pretty face
A sadness all her own from which no man can keep Candy safe

We kiss, my heart's rushes to my brain
The blood rushes in my veins fire rushes towards the sky
We go driving driving deep into the night
I go driving deep into the light in Candy's eyes

She says baby if you wanna be wild
you got a lot to learn, close your eyes
Let them melt, let them fire, let them burn
Cause in the darkness there'll be hidden worlds that shine
When I hold Candy close she makes these hidden worlds mine

She has fancy clothes and diamond rings
She has men who give her anything she wants but they don't see
That what she wants is me,
oh and I want her so
I'll never let her go, no no no
She knows that I'd give
all that I got to give
All that I want all that I live
to make Candy mine
Tonight

Bruce Springsteen "Candy's Room"