Friday, December 19, 2014

Thursday, December 04, 2014

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

The Tubes - What Do You Want From Life?



What do you want from life
To kidnap an heiress
or threaten her with a knife
What do you want from life
To get cable TV
and watch it every night

There you sit
a lump in your chair
Where do you sleep
and what do you wear
when you're sleeping
What do you want from life
An Indian guru
to show you the inner light
What do you want from life
a meaningless love affair
with a girl that you met tonight
How can you tell when you're doin' alright
Does your bank account swell
While you're dreaming at night
How do know when you're really in love
Do violins play when you're touching the one
That you're loving
What do you want from life
Someone to love
and somebody that you can trust
What do you want from life
To try and be happy
while you do the nasty things you must
Well, you can't have that, but if you're an American citizen you are entitled to:
a heated kidney shaped pool,
a microwave oven--don't watch the food cook,
a Dyna-Gym--I'll personally demonstrate it in the privacy of your own home,
a king-size Titanic unsinkable Molly Brown waterbed with polybendum,
a foolproof plan and an airtight alibi,
real simulated Indian jewelry,
a Gucci shoetree,
a year's supply of antibiotics,
a personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth
and Bob Dylan's new unlisted phone number,
a beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick,
Rosemary's baby,
a dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams,
a new Matador, a new mastodon,
a Maverick, a Mustang, a Montego,
a Merc Montclair, a Mark IV, a meteor,
a Mercedes, an MG, or a Malibu,
a Mort Moriarty, a Maserati, a Mac truck,
a Mazda, a new Monza, or a moped,
a Winnebago--Hell, a herd of Winnebago's we're giving 'em away,
or how about a McCulloch chainsaw,
a Las Vegas wedding,
a Mexican divorce,
a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot,
or a baby's arm holding an apple?

Depeche Mode - Dangerous (Sensual Mix)


Sunday, November 30, 2014

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Depeche Mode - Never let me down again

Se tivesse aquelas 2 "blacks" lá atrás a cantar também eu, man !

Welcome !



Under the charm of the Dionysian
not only as the union between man
and man reaffirmed, but nature
which has become alienated,
hostile, or subjugated, celebrates
once more her reconciliation with
her lost son man. Freely, earth profits her gifts,
and peacefully the beasts of prey of the rocks and
desert approach.

The chariot of Dionysus is covered with flowers and
garlands, panthers and tigers walk
under its yoke. Transform Beethoven's "Hymn to Joy"
into a painting. Let your imagination conceive the
multitudes bowing to the dust, awestruck -
then you will approach the Dionysian.

Now the slave is a free man, now all the rigid
hostile barriers that necessity!
Caprice or "impudent convention" have fixed
between man and man are broken.

Now with the gospel of universal harmony, each one
feels himself not only united, reconciled, and fused
with his neighbor, but as one with him, as if the veil of Maya
had been torn aside and where now merely fluttering
in tatters before the mysterious primordial unity.

In song and in dance man expresses himself as
a member of a higher community, he has forgotten how to
walk and speak and is on the way toward flying into the air,
dancing. His very gestures expresses enchantment.
Just as the animals now talk, and the earth yields milk
and honey, supernatural sounds emanate from him
he feels himself a god, he himself now walks about enchanted
in ecstasy like the gods he saw walking in his dreams!

He is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art
in the paroxysms of intoxication the artistic power
of all the nature reveals itself to the highest gratification
of the primordial unity. The noblest clay.
the most costly marble, man, is here kneaded and cut, and to the
sound of the chisel strokes of the Dionysian world of artists
rings out the cry of the Eleusinian mysteries

Do you prostrate yourselves millions
Do you sense your maker, world,
Welcome to the Pleasuredrome.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Terry Callier - What Color Is Love


Limp Bizkit - Rollin

Love the girls dancing on the towers.

 

"Wrong Side Of A Love Song"



Sim, Melanie, outra vez, tipo feira de carrinhos de choque e tal...mas esta mulher encanta-me.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

A propósito de Timor e essa merda...

Se tivesse que mamar com as musicas do Represas, ai Timor e o catano, também eu estaria danado. Para próxima levam com o Miguel Angelo para ver como elas doiem. Foda-se. Era só, podem circular...

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Boa semana !










































I do. Have fun.

Anula-se...


... um ao Nacional e outro ao Sporting...and the winner is ?

!


Monday, November 03, 2014

Thursday, October 30, 2014

É mais ou menos isso !


Bent (featuring Zoë Johnston) - Swollen



Ao tempo que eu não ouvia isto. Tenho o CD algures por aí. 
E a voz da Zoe é qualquer coisa.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

BLOODSTONE - NATURAL HIGH



A ver o filme Jackie Brown pela enésima vez ( que filme catano ) e dá isto ...
Sendo que a música central do filme é esta.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Friday, October 17, 2014

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Erykah Badu - Tyrone (Live)


"It Kills Me"

Mais tarde ou mais cedo volto à Melanie. Melanie Fiona..

Não sei porquê.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Um bom dia para coisas assim ...























































Vou prá cozinha entreter-me ! Abriguem-se.

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Ornatos Violeta - Tempo de Nascer



Eu sei
Eu quis demais
E o sonho nada trás
Sonhar seduz a paz
Eu sei
Eu vi
Em meu crescer
Que eu vou sempre dar a mim

Imploro a luz e sigo sempre à sombra
Imploro a morte e volto à luz

Alguém pensou em mim à boca da varanda
Eu não senti que houvesse alguma razão para amar
Imploro a queda como quem não quer saber

É tempo de nascer devagar
Não quero ver o fim chegar sem eu nascer devagar
Eu não quero ver o fim sem eu nascer

Quando eu sonho eu levo a minha força até ao fim
E quando o sonho acaba cego
Eu olho fundo para mim
E não vejo nada além da tão real ausência de outra luz
E só por ela volto à cruz
À minha cruz

Eu vi meu pai nascer na mesma cama de outros homens
E hoje eu sei
Eu aprendi

Já nada importa agora à luz
Do trago de onde vim.
Se à luz lá fora eu quero que haja luz em mim

É tempo de nascer devagar
Não quero ver o fim chegar
Sem eu nascer devagar
Eu não quero ver o fim sem eu nascer

Vem ver
Quem vi nascer
É filho de outra guerra
No trilho de outra paz

Alguém entrou em mim
Entrego a minha espada
Eu não senti que houvesse alguma razão para amar
Imploro a queda como quem não quer saber

É tempo de nascer devagar
Não quero ver o fim chegar
sem eu nascer devagar
Eu não quero ver o fim sem eu nascer

Wednesday, August 06, 2014

Friday, August 01, 2014

DJ Snake & Lil Jon - Turn Down for What

Isto é tão bom, mas tão bom...fodasse. Que brilhante produção.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Ganda Futre !



Não vão poder ver isto na TV pois foi censurado. Acho bem, lá tinha eu que ir gastar dinheiro nisto e agora não me faz jeito nenhum, estou a poupar para a as férias. Catano.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Thursday, July 03, 2014