American/Canadian Idiot

A culpa foi do Fausto, que com o post anterior, me fez lembrar deste grande senhor da paródia. O interessante é o 2º vídeo, o primeiro é mais para quem não conheça o original.

Grenn Day - American Idiot



Weird Al Yankovic - Canadian Idiot

Black Eyed Peas - The Time ( Dirty Bit ) - Igor Presnyakov

Os loucos estão certos

E desta vez, o louco é o melga. Sim, só venho cá quando tenho uma música rameira para postar ou ele me avisa. Quanto ao Fausto ... Feliz _Natal, Óptimas entradas, um Feliz Carnaval e Amêndoas doces na Páscoa!

Mas falando de músicas, mais um apontamento...



Os loucos estão certos
Os certos estão fartos
Os fartos são modernos com os pés no chão

Os sogros estão pobres
Os pobres estão mortos
Os mortos são vivos em preservação

O bairro está cheio
As cheias estão à porta
O António das chamuças mudou de canal

Os loucos estão certos
É preciso ouvi-los
Foram avisados não nos querem mal

Os loucos estão parvos
Os parvos estão no trono
O trono que era bênção fez-se maldição

Os trilhos estão cruzados
A fome aí à espera
O tio veio ao casório para insultar o irmão

Os padres comem putos
Os putos comem ratos
Na igreja de São Torpes hoje há bacanal

Os loucos estão certos
É preciso ouvi-los
Foram avisados não nos querem mal

Ai, ai, ai
Já que a gente se habitua ao ai
Ai, ai, ai
Já que a borga continua
Já que o ritmo não recua
Seja o filho avô do pai

Os loucos estão certos
Os certos estão fartos
Os fartos são modernos com os pés no chão

Os trilhos estão cruzados
A fome aí à espera
O tio veio ao casório para insultar o irmão

Os padres comem putos
Os putos comem ratos
Na igreja de São Torpes hoje há bacanal

Os loucos estão certos
É preciso ouvi-los
Foram avisados não nos querem mal

Ai, ai, ai
Já que a gente se habitua ao ai
Ai, ai, ai
Já que a borga continua
Já que o ritmo não recua
Seja o filho avô do pai

Só por causa das merdas

Este mês quase que ficava sem nenhum post, um marco histórico. Tal não pode acontecer, por isso ficará com outro marco, um Marco Paulo.

Muse - Unintended

Muse - Unintended

Omgitschris | Vídeo do MySpace

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

Before you

Rabio Hotel

Muse - Uprising

Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume
They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(so come on)
Another promise, another seed
Another, packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the, Green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless, red tape to keep the truth confined
(so come on)

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
so come on

Interchanging mind control
Come let the, revolution takes its toll
If you could, flick the switch and open your third eye
You'd see that
We should never be afraid to die
(so come on)

Rise up and take the power back
It's time the fat cats had a heart attack
They know that their time's coming to an end
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not enslave us
We will be victorious

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They can not control us
We will be victorious

Oh meu Deus ...

Eu sei que vocês já andavam com saudades de um momento musical dos meus... eu sei eu sei. Por isso, aqui têm, em primeira mão, a primeira canção sobre o Magalhães.


Aviso já os mais sensíveis para não verem o video. O refrão consiste numa rima de internet com retrete.

Hot n'Cold... Ukrainian

Acho que gosto mais desta versão :D

Cannonball

Damien Rice - Cannonball


Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little BIT of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer EACH DAY
Still I can't SAY what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer TO ME
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't WANNA scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

Hysteria

Muse - Hysteria



It's bugging me
Grating me
And twisting me around

Yeah I'm endlessly
Caving in
And turning inside out

'cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

Yeah it's holding me
Morphing me
And forcing me to strive

To be endlessly
Cold within
And dreaming I'm alive

'cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
I'm not breaking down
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

And I want you now
I want you now
I feel my heart implode
And I'm breaking out
Escaping now
Feeling my faith erode


Se querem saber porquê, é porque posso! :)

Dia de limpar o pó

Estou velho!

É só malucos

Quero frisar que não sou adepto deste tipo de sonoridades. Quero também dizer que, embora não goste do estilo, gosto de estar a par da música (em geral) e os Black company, autores do célebre "Não sabe nadar", são uma mais valia do estilo no panorama nacional. Quero também dizer que a Adelaide Ferreira não me fascina. Agora, a combinação da guitarra portuguesa, a poderosa letra que criaram, até faz com que este som seja mesmo bom.

The Story

Esta senhora ... tem uma voz ...




All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Oh because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you.

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

Ohh yea it's true... that I was made for you

A cause des Garços

Mas eu prefiro esta versão:



Yelle - A cause des garcons

Tu déconnes on va pas te faire
Encore un plan grocacom
De quel plan tu causes
Tu oses, c’est toi qu’a commencé
J'abandonne
T'es vraiment trop conne
À pas grand chose tu déconnes
Tu vois, lui, me trouve super bonne
À cause des garçons
On met des bas nylon
On se crêpe le chignon
À cause des garçons
Et du qu'en dira-t-on
On flirt sur tous les tons
À cause des garçons
On salue pour de bon
À cause des garçons

Carabine c'est le mot qui m'vient
Quand je pense à mes copines
Et moi j'ai ma dose
Sans être de tes doses
De chimères
J'hallucine
Faut qu'on te bassine
Tout ça pour un mec de frime
Tu déprime, j’te le laisse
C’est ton style
À cause des garçons
On met des bas nylon
On se crêpe le chignon
À cause des garçons
Et du qu'en dira-t-on
On flirt sur tous les tons
À cause des garçons
On s’allume pour de bon
À cause des garçons

C’est la faute des ma
Des magazines
Les Maries, Les Claires
Les Marie-Claire
Les Figues, les Macdo outre-claire
Les Femmes d’aujourd’hui et d’hier
C’est la faute des ma
Des magazines
Les Maries, Les Frances
Les Marie-France
Les femmes pratiques qui en ont pas marre
Des cosmo vogue et tout le bazar

À cause des garçons
On se presse le citron
On fond comme des glaçons
À cause des garçons
J'mens tu mens nous mentons
On glisse comme des savons

À cause des garçons
On se pousse pour de bon
À cause des garçons

À cause des garçons

Intervalo

Per7ume - Intervalo



Vida em câmara lenta,
Oito ou oitenta,
Sinto que vou emergir,
Já sei de cor todas as canções de amor,
Para a conquista partir.

Diz que tenho sal,
Não me deixes mal,
Não me deixes…

No livro que eu não li,
No filme que eu não vi,
Na foto aonde eu não entrei,
Noticia do jornal
O quadro minimal… Sou eu…

Vida á média rés,
Levanta os pés
Não vás em futebóis, apesar…
Do intervalo, que é quando eu falo,
Para não me incomodar.

Diz que tenho sal,
Não me deixes mal,
Não me deixes…

No livro que eu não li,
No filme que eu não vi,
Na foto aonde eu não entrei,
Noticia do jornal
O quadro minimal… Sou eu…

Não me deixes já
Historia que não terminou
Não me deixes…

No livro que eu não li,
No filme que eu não vi,
Na foto aonde eu não entrei,
Noticia do jornal
O quadro minimal… Sou eu…

No livro que eu não li,
No filme que eu não vi,
Na foto aonde eu não entrei,
Noticia do jornal
O quadro minimal… Sou eu…


A culpa é da mulher dos corredores

Here it goes again

OK Go - Here it goes again

It could be ten, but then again, I can't remember half an hour since a quarter to four.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me with my jaw on the floor.
Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of the reserve.
Now through lines of the cheap venetian blinds your car is pulling off of the curb.
Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony, but Jesus, when it rains how it pours.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me, yeah, you leave me.
Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh here it goes again.
I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

Come as you are

Nirvana - Come as you are

Come
As you are
As you were
As I want you to be
As a friend
As a friend
As a known memory
Take your time
Hurry up
The choice is your
Dont be late
Take a rest
As a friend
As a known memory
Memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah

Come
Doused in mud
Cept in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend
A a friend
As a known memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah

And I swear
That I dont have a gun
No I dont have a gun
No I dont have a gun

Memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah {dont have a gun}

And I swear
That I dont have a gun
No I dont have a gun
No I dont have a gun
No I dont have a gun
No I dont have a gun

{memory ah}
{memory ah}

Angie

Rolling Stones - Angie

Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?

Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on Baby, dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried

Dia-a-dia de um pobre

07.45 - Levantar
08.10 - Sair de casa
08.30 - Entregar bolos e jornais no café
09.00 - Pegar ao serviço no armazém
12.30 - Sair para almoçar
13.00 - Depois de 15min no café, almoçar
14.00 - Retomar ao serviço
18.30 - Sair para "casa"
19.00 - Chegar a um qualquer fornecedor
20.00 - Descarregar e fazer jantar
21.00 - Jantar
21.15 - Retomar ao café
00.30 - *hora "flutuante"* Regressar a casa
01.00 - Caixa feita, dormir.


Peço desculpa por não ter muito tempo para postar e. por isso, esta semana o momento pimba não irá acontecer. Abreijos.



AH AH AH AH! Queriam não ter música!