Bichos Estranhos
Eu não sei que bichos estranhos são esses que andam a povoar a tua cabeça, mas espero que sejam daqueles divertidos com dezenas de olhos e sorrisos fanados!
Vá lá, desce dessa árvore que quero contar-te as histórias aborrecidas do meu mundo e arrastar-te pela mão para sítios escondidos onde possamos estar só os dois... hum... e triliões de estrelas também.
E a Primavera está mesmo à porta, até já lhe sinto os espirros!
As Músicas
Cheira-me (pequena referência idiota ao cheiro a Primavera que me atinge as narinas... e os olhos) que 2008 vai ser um ano excelente em termos musicais, bem ao estilo de 2004. As pequenas bandas indie estão de volta com os seus sons estranhos e a atitude bem disposta e despretensiosa que marcou o início dos anos 00. Os Throw Me The Statue são uma dessas bandas.
Two young sensualists got off the plane and got the gist
We took a car to town together
And as the week set in we glued like newly kin
You were an honest pal and i wasn't always right somehow
We would smoke and drink and laugh and sing of foreign things
We bought clever hats and umbrellas
If it wasn't quite my style and you felt semi-wild
You'd snatch it up and add it to your aesthetic dumb luck
There was patty who you liked and who i liked too
And as things played out you felt cheated
So when the sun shone in and showed my lusty sin
You were angry then and maybe still and won't be friends
But you were an honest pal and i wasn't always right somehow
Yeah, you were an honest pal and i wasn't always right somehow
Este Seventh Tree dos britânicos Goldfrapp caiu que nem uma bomba entre fãs e críticos, não por ser demasiadamente excêntrico, mas exactamente por não ter nenhuma dessa excentricidade que era característica da banda e fazia parte do carisma da Alison Goldfrapp. Aparentemente a ideia para fazer algo mais downtempo, com sons quentes e delicados, terá surgido após um concerto acústico para uma rádio. Resultado? Como sempre há quem adore e quem deteste. Eu, já refeito do choque, estou a adorar!
Some people kill for less
Some people find it hard to get dressed
Some people will
Ask how old I am
Some people livin' the life
Some people need more than a slice
But when it fades, when the glitter's gone
You know it, you owe it to yourself
I won't let it make you mad it's already crazy
Oh we're lonely one Mercedes down
The brighter lights & their smiles, their empty hands
Some people don't get much
Some people feel in their touch
With spirit worlds talking to you now
Some people just can't say
Some people just wanna play
They get a kick when it's all messed up
You know it, you owe it to yourself
I won't let it make you mad it's already crazy
What you thought you'd lost was just mislaid
All the poems written in your skin
You know it, you owe it to yourself
I won't let it make you mad it's already crazy
And what you thought you'd lost was just mislaid
And all the poems written in your skin
Vá lá, desce dessa árvore que quero contar-te as histórias aborrecidas do meu mundo e arrastar-te pela mão para sítios escondidos onde possamos estar só os dois... hum... e triliões de estrelas também.
E a Primavera está mesmo à porta, até já lhe sinto os espirros!
As Músicas
Cheira-me (pequena referência idiota ao cheiro a Primavera que me atinge as narinas... e os olhos) que 2008 vai ser um ano excelente em termos musicais, bem ao estilo de 2004. As pequenas bandas indie estão de volta com os seus sons estranhos e a atitude bem disposta e despretensiosa que marcou o início dos anos 00. Os Throw Me The Statue são uma dessas bandas.
Two young sensualists got off the plane and got the gist
We took a car to town together
And as the week set in we glued like newly kin
You were an honest pal and i wasn't always right somehow
We would smoke and drink and laugh and sing of foreign things
We bought clever hats and umbrellas
If it wasn't quite my style and you felt semi-wild
You'd snatch it up and add it to your aesthetic dumb luck
There was patty who you liked and who i liked too
And as things played out you felt cheated
So when the sun shone in and showed my lusty sin
You were angry then and maybe still and won't be friends
But you were an honest pal and i wasn't always right somehow
Yeah, you were an honest pal and i wasn't always right somehow
Este Seventh Tree dos britânicos Goldfrapp caiu que nem uma bomba entre fãs e críticos, não por ser demasiadamente excêntrico, mas exactamente por não ter nenhuma dessa excentricidade que era característica da banda e fazia parte do carisma da Alison Goldfrapp. Aparentemente a ideia para fazer algo mais downtempo, com sons quentes e delicados, terá surgido após um concerto acústico para uma rádio. Resultado? Como sempre há quem adore e quem deteste. Eu, já refeito do choque, estou a adorar!
Some people kill for less
Some people find it hard to get dressed
Some people will
Ask how old I am
Some people livin' the life
Some people need more than a slice
But when it fades, when the glitter's gone
You know it, you owe it to yourself
I won't let it make you mad it's already crazy
Oh we're lonely one Mercedes down
The brighter lights & their smiles, their empty hands
Some people don't get much
Some people feel in their touch
With spirit worlds talking to you now
Some people just can't say
Some people just wanna play
They get a kick when it's all messed up
You know it, you owe it to yourself
I won't let it make you mad it's already crazy
What you thought you'd lost was just mislaid
All the poems written in your skin
You know it, you owe it to yourself
I won't let it make you mad it's already crazy
And what you thought you'd lost was just mislaid
And all the poems written in your skin
4 COMENTÁRIOS:
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Olá! Esqueceste-te de me dar o teu blog, mas pedi à Marta e ela deu-me :P
Ela também diz que és muito cabeça no ar
AhAhh!
Bem me parecia que és tu o gajo da música, o meu irmão só ouvia metal.
Mmmm, para além de giro e simpático também tens bom gosto? Qual é o teu problema?
;) AhAhAh!
By the way, qual era a banda do outro dia?
Beijinhos
Xi, és chatinha e persistente, sais bem ao teu irmão...
Não sei bem de que banda estás a falar, presumo que sejam os Hercules & Love Affair.
Ah, o meu problema é a kryptonite, sou alérgico a essa merda, fico logo feio, antipático e com mau gosto. :)
Beijo
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