Errar (do Lat. Errare, v. tr. e int., cometer erro em, desacertar, enganar-se, vaguear, vagabundear, pecar, ofender)

Toda a gente já se arrependeu de algo que fez. Estou certo que será um facto científico facilmente provável, o que não estou assim tão certo é que toda a gente tenha coragem de voltar atrás quando erram, ou sou só eu?



A música
Acabadinha de sair do novo álbum do Damien Rice. Para os mais distraídos o álbum chama-se 9 e a música chama-se Accidental Babies.

P.S.: Aquela do “para os mais distraídos” é uma tacada a mim próprio.

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands
And elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignore our others
Happy plans
That delicate look upon your face

A mind crystal hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
What we have done

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In mild issue of our disgrace

Our bodies pressed and hardened
Turning our desire in
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
What we have done

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive
without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies

We aren't free

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

What about me?
What about me?
What about...?

 

Contos de Fadas

Quando era pequeno sempre preferi as histórias sobre animais do que as histórias com todas aquelas princesas e príncipes que andam a cavalo e que vivem felizes para sempre.

Mas hoje em dia só há histórias sobre animais, os príncipes e princesas todos janotas desapareceram… Porque será?



A música
Dizem os críticos que o álbum Ys da Joanna Newsom (a menina-anjo que toca harpa como um anjo e que canta como uma criança) é uma obra-prima. Aqui fica um pequeno doce extraído desse bolo pequenino com apenas cinco fatias.

When you ate I saw your eyelashes
Saw them shake like wind on rushes
In the corn field when she called me
Moths surround me - thought they'd drown me

And I miss your precious heart...

Dried rose petal, red-brown circles
Framed your eyes and stained your knuckles

And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread and water (water, in)
But though I tried so hard, my little darling
I couldn't keep the night from coming in

And all those lonely nights down by the river
I was brought my bread and water by the kith and the kin
Now in the quiet hour when I am sleepin'
I cannot keep the night from comin' in

Why've you gone away, gone away again?
I'll sleep through the rest of my days
If you've gone away again

Sleep through the rest of my days...

Why've you gone away, away?
Seven suns, seven suns
Away, away, away, away

Can you hear me? will you listen?
Don't come near me, don't go missing
In the lissome light of evening
Help me, Cosmia, I'm grieving

And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread and water (water, in)
But though I tried so hard, my little darling
I couldn't keep the night from coming in

And all those lonely nights down by the river
I was brought my bread and water by the kith and the kin
Now in the quiet hour when I am sleepin'
I cannot keep the night from comin' in

Beneath the porch light, we've all been circling
Beat our dust hearts, singe our flour wings
But in the corner, something is happening!
Wild Cosmia, what have you seen?

Water were your limbs, and the fire was your hair
And then the moonlight caught your eye
And you rose through the air
Well, if you've seen true light, then this is my prayer:
Will you call me when you get there?

And I miss your precious heart
And miss, and miss, and miss
And miss, and miss, and miss
And miss, and miss your heart
But release your precious heart
To its feast, for precious hearts

 

Quase no sítio errado à hora errada ou no sítio certo à hora certa

Numa das viagens rotineiras entre Famalicão e Coimbra, daquelas que faço todos os Domingos à noite, estava a ouvir um álbum novo completamente desinteressante, até que ouvi uma música de que gostei particularmente.

A música a seguir era novamente aborrecida e por isso decidi voltar atrás, mas é claro que no meu jeito desajeitado isso significou voltar três ou quatro músicas atrás. Tirei o pé do acelerador, fazendo com que o carro desacelerasse (afinal toda aquela física sempre serviu para alguma coisa…) e pus-me à procura da música.

Quando voltei a olhar para a estrada só vi um carro a despistar-se a alta velocidade e a passar no sítio exacto onde eu deveria estar se não fosse tão desajeitado e se não tivesse gostado daquela música.



A música
A música que me salvou a vida chama-se Easier e foi feita por uma senhora Norueguesa chamada Ane Brun em dueto com um senhor Sueco chamado Tingsek. O álbum (que agora já não acho aborrecido) chama-se Duets e contém mais duetos da Ane Brun com outros músicos.

Oh what a feeling I have inside today
No lack of faith in me, like yesterday
I have to remember exactly where I am
'Cause I don't wanna go in the wrong direction again

Because I have no worries,
Altogether feels easier, right now then ever
I have no worries, no, altogether, feels easier

It's raining outside today, it's getting dark by the noon
Ice cold winter dancing outside my window
I light up a candle, I poor my self some tea.
Inside I'm laughing at how easy it can be

I guess I have no worries,
Altogether feels easier, right now then ever
I have no worries, no, altogether, feels easier