Thursday, November 30, 2006

eles não sabem que o sonho...

cof cof

it's pneumonia?

a grande mentira

Monday, November 27, 2006

não lhe digam nada

Faz-me o favor de não dizer absolutamente nada!
Supor o que dirá
Tua boca velada
É ouvir-te já.
É ouvir-te melhor
Do que o dirias.
O que és nao vem à flor
Das caras e dos dias.
Tu és melhor -- muito melhor!
Do que tu.
Não digas nada.
Sê Alma do corpo nu
Que do espelho se vê.
(Mário Cesariny // 1923-2006)

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Rock in Lisbon

Friday, November 10, 2006

vão morrer longe

I'm a seasick sailor
On a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
And my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter
Full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers
Ringin' in my ears

Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

Now I'm a straight-line walker
In a black-out room
I push a shopping cart over
In an Aztec ruin
With my minion fingers
Working for some God
Who could see his own reflection
In a parking lot

Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

Now I'm a priest teenager
On a tower of dust
I'm a dead generator
In a cloud of exhaust
I eat alone in the desert
With skulls for my pets
I rate the days, one to ten
With lead cigarettes

It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
(Beck)

corta pelo picotado e é teu

"So we meet again!" and I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
And you look at me and I understand
Yeah it's a look I used to know
"Three long years... and your favourite man...
Is that any way to say hello?"
And you hold me... like you'll never let me go

"Oh c'mon and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk a while..."
"Oh I wish I could... and I will!
But now I just don't have the time..."
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye...
I still see that look in your eye...

So dizzy Mr. Busy - Too much rush to talk to Billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it June
Until later... doesn't always come

It's so hard to think "It ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance"
Because it's hard to think
"I'll never get another chance
To hold you... to hold you... "

But chilly Mr. Dilly - Too much rush to talk to Billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done
In a second - just hang on - all in good time - wont be long
Until later...

I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time
I could've had that drink - I could've talked a while
I would've done it right - I would've moved us on
But I didn't - now it's all too late
It's over... over
And you're gone...

I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you I miss you so much

But how many times can I walk away and wish "If only..."
But how many times can I talk this way and wish "If only..."
Keep on making the same mistake
Keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "If only..."

But "If only...."
Is a wish too late...
(The Cure)

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

PERFECT weekend

Voo da Ida
Sáb, 11 Nov 06
Lisboa (LIS)-->21:10
Barcelona (BCN)-->23:55

www.salarazzmatazz.com

Voo de Regresso
Dom, 12 Nov 06
Barcelona (BCN)-->14:05
Lisboa(LIS)-->14:55

Friday, November 03, 2006

la la la la la daisy

Thursday, November 02, 2006

early christmas present

(Stuart Staples, ex-Tindersticks, 01 Dezembro, Aula Magna)


(The Pipettes, 02 Dezembro, CCIB Barcelona)

(Cat Power, 04 Dezembro, Aula Magna)

o meu dia morto